<?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-7223889</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:15:42.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC</title><subtitle type='html'>Its in the Name...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-1884267953652326004</id><published>2008-01-08T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:58:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year 2008...</title><content type='html'>On My way to a great 2008 ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my way, I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;But I know I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos I’m on my way, I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;Sweet embrace, I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many beat-up cars on this dirt road&lt;br /&gt;I see them sputter and start to choke&lt;br /&gt;How many miles must I go till I rest in your grace&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up and letting go&lt;br /&gt;Let the world invade my mind, my soul&lt;br /&gt;Will this road make me, a sinner or a saint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m on my way, I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;But I know I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos I’m on my way, I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up on me, I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture your smiling face&lt;br /&gt;Your arms stretched to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there by the gate&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get lost&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’ll find me&lt;br /&gt;There’s a cross on a hill saying&lt;br /&gt;“Do not be afraid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my way&lt;br /&gt;If I keep you in my sight&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll be alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-1884267953652326004?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/1884267953652326004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=1884267953652326004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/1884267953652326004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/1884267953652326004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-2008.html' title='A New Year 2008...'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-4188580803338884579</id><published>2007-12-24T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:33:56.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ-mas Present</title><content type='html'>The Season Holidays are here once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hustle and bustle&lt;br /&gt;All the parties and gatherings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we even pause for a moment to reflect on what this is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei Gloriam had just organised a little christmas party for C.A.R.E (Catholic Aids Response Efforts) for a group of HIV patients. It was truly an enjoyable and meaningful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived early that day to bring in some food and was warmly greeted by Bernard, he was dressed in his best, ironed shirt and pants, with a neat coiffed hair, ready for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the people started streaming in, more food was placed on the table and everyone just couldn't wait. The Sisters were there, some volunteers, social workers were present too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner begun after a thanksgiving grace by Michael and we all tucked into the wonderful spread. We had a Christmas Caroling session after dinner and Angelo made all the patients come up to be involved in leading the songs. Everyone of them had a chance to be in the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to see big smiles on them as they sportingly participated in the whole celebration, more like a praise and worship session. Though some are not believers, I believe that they are in their own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went round wishing everyone in the room, i came to Bernard, i  shook his hand and saw tears, tears of joy welling up in his eyes, he tried to hold it back but i guess it was too immense that it flowed. It was then that i knew what christmas meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These patients are abandoned by their families, their loved ones, society and everyone shuns away from them because of their state. They live on the streets and bustops and have nowhere to go nor anyone to turn to. Its really a blessing that they have found home, a place where they can spend the last days of their life and where people do care for them. Its really a blessing for us to be given this opportunity to be with them as well, to talk to them and eat with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realise that Christmas is not all about giving Christmas Presents but giving Christ to them. Christ-is-Present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all Christ's Christmas presents,&lt;br /&gt;The gift of ourselves, our time, our talents ,our being to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of gifts do we want to be?&lt;br /&gt;What type of gifts are we to our families, to our friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of us out there who are preparing and celebrating christmas do take some time to reflect on the true meaning of it and to do what God really wants us to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-4188580803338884579?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/4188580803338884579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=4188580803338884579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/4188580803338884579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/4188580803338884579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/12/christ-mas-present.html' title='Christ-mas Present'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-5187542513392069494</id><published>2007-07-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:55:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day she met her Marc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that i'm so proud of her....my honours girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RpZfmqPI2nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9mfnGBtiv6s/s1600-h/Grad_S+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RpZfmqPI2nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9mfnGBtiv6s/s320/Grad_S+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086357946939005554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of her loved ones on that special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RpZg7qPI2oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qA1zDnDTwMk/s1600-h/grad_collage+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RpZg7qPI2oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qA1zDnDTwMk/s320/grad_collage+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086359407227886210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-5187542513392069494?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/5187542513392069494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=5187542513392069494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/5187542513392069494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/5187542513392069494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-she-met-her-marc.html' title='The day she met her Marc...'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RpZfmqPI2nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9mfnGBtiv6s/s72-c/Grad_S+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-8839193902155089688</id><published>2007-05-08T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:55:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Best Company of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rj9SPo-A_0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-WCfpQIkjHQ/s1600-h/CIMG3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rj9SPo-A_0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-WCfpQIkjHQ/s320/CIMG3151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061854934836772674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the fruits of the Vine, the fruits of God's Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-8839193902155089688?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/8839193902155089688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=8839193902155089688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/8839193902155089688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/8839193902155089688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-company-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rj9SPo-A_0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/-WCfpQIkjHQ/s72-c/CIMG3151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-2482634088664882291</id><published>2007-04-09T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:55:30.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rhnq92CfvlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o20bSg-ZiNo/s1600-h/focus+wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rhnq92CfvlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o20bSg-ZiNo/s320/focus+wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051326805271625298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Previous post in January 2006... was contemplating whether to be among the Focus few..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Finally&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 Time has arrived...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To be Focus...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rhnrw2CfvmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UQy1amoHqGQ/s1600-h/New+Ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rhnrw2CfvmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UQy1amoHqGQ/s320/New+Ride.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051327681444953698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering where's the Goo..she's still there.&lt;br /&gt;Had to let the FIT go...she's getting old and unfit&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RhntDmCfvnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DFPl0krgqes/s1600-h/CIMG2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/RhntDmCfvnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DFPl0krgqes/s320/CIMG2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051329103079128690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more Focus on the road now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-2482634088664882291?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/2482634088664882291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=2482634088664882291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/2482634088664882291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/2482634088664882291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/04/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rhnq92CfvlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o20bSg-ZiNo/s72-c/focus+wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-5149340895327418182</id><published>2007-03-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:55:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at 211</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rf4ML4rnUuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MkA03Ybj3yM/s1600-h/CIMG2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rf4ML4rnUuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MkA03Ybj3yM/s320/CIMG2882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043482031034946274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before i sleep, i love you more than the morning when i woke up wanting to love you more than the night before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-5149340895327418182?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/5149340895327418182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=5149340895327418182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/5149340895327418182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/5149340895327418182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-at-211.html' title='A night at 211'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zm8K8HcZVx8/Rf4ML4rnUuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MkA03Ybj3yM/s72-c/CIMG2882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-117035107569945003</id><published>2007-02-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:52:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>Somehow, when you're in love, things around you suddenly look exceptionally colourful. Sunday afternoon...we took a stroll in the garden, here's what we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1970/434/1600/238892/BotA.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/1970/434/320/824884/BotA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were indeed blessed with a fine weather, high noon with the morning breeze, the scent of flowers, the birds and the bees. it felt like you're intoxicated with a great dose of fresh air..or should i say oxygenated...rejuvenated...recharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these coupled with the feeling of being loved.. the beauty of God's Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, the Colour of Love left me breathless. She left me breathless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps thats what i really meant by " When i see her, I see colour "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-117035107569945003?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/117035107569945003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=117035107569945003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/117035107569945003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/117035107569945003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/02/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-116796184396700161</id><published>2007-01-05T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:51:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1970/434/1600/782653/CIMG1941BW2.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/1970/434/320/231353/CIMG1941BW2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see her, i see colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-116796184396700161?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/116796184396700161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=116796184396700161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116796184396700161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116796184396700161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of my Life'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-116666774170142883</id><published>2006-12-21T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:22:21.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>For everything there is a season, &lt;br /&gt;and a time for every purpose under heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to be born, and a time to die; &lt;br /&gt;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill, and a time to heal; &lt;br /&gt;a time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep, and a time to laugh; &lt;br /&gt;a time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; &lt;br /&gt;a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to seek, and a time to lose; &lt;br /&gt;a time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear, and a time to sew; &lt;br /&gt;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to love, and a time to hate; &lt;br /&gt;a time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ecclesiastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be alone, though i know i am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-116666774170142883?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/116666774170142883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=116666774170142883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116666774170142883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116666774170142883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time For Everything'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-116162964778770992</id><published>2006-10-24T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:54:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little break away</title><content type='html'>Finally taking a break from work. its that time of the year that ill be channeling my focus from work to the books. 10 full days off just to concentrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a tough week ahead i imagine. Im still contemplating if i can make it for the confi retreat this sat afternoon. I guess i should know the answer already. Fact is, i somehow feel that my preparation for the upcoming exams seems to be rather choppy, sometimes i just have the feeling that im not putting in enough effort. There's work duties, school commitments, church formation and family obligations i need to attend to. Now with an addition of a special someone in my life, i feel that time is the factor, but the beauty of it is, HE always gives me ample time for all of them. i guess this is what they call a fulfilling life, where fatigue from all this just doesn't seem to matter at all. Maybe this is what they call satisfaction where no amount of treasure could ever replace this level of contentment. I just wanna say. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reflecting on today's reading on the Lk 12:13-21, something struck me deeply, "God said to him,"You fool, this night your life will be demanded of you; and the things you have prepared, to whom will they belong?' Thus will it be for the one who stores up treasure for himself but is not rich in what matters to God" After reading this passage a second time, it just reminds me of how we live our life, how caught up with what we think we need, especially work, trying to make a good living, trying to scale the corporate ladder, trying to achieve what we think will give us identity, to the point where we neglect what is most important to us. I believe we need to live our life as if it was our last day, and ask ourselves, what really matters to HIM. He does not judge us on what we possess, what we have achieved or how much wealth one has. What does our wealth consist of? Are we rich in the things of God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I really need to look into what really matters, the essentials of what makes us who we truly are. Our love ones, our gifts from God and those that he place with us. Somehow, i feel really comforted with just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei Gloriam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-116162964778770992?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/116162964778770992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=116162964778770992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116162964778770992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116162964778770992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-break-away.html' title='A little break away'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-116030237778185409</id><published>2006-10-08T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:23:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's  Gift</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks has been quite an eventful time, besides work, there were many gatherings and events. I feel that there's a little change in my life...Maybe because subconciously there's someone new in my life, or rather a new friend. Its funny or amazing how HE always seems to arrange things so nicely and gave us choices. I always believe that its true. HE will plan for the opportunities, and its up to us to make the choices, like what RA always say, the Choice is Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is ------- ( only hint is we share the same 3 1st letters), i knew of her existence many yrs back in fact, just never had the opportunity  to know her better, only until mid 04 i think, when a mutual friend introduced us. will always remember the 1st meeting at NUS Macs. Well, i always thought that she was that girl next door kind and always wanted to know her a little better. The years passed and our paths never crossed, until now. ( but im not sure how long or far the road will take us). Its like our life journey is made up of many many different routes, and at any point in time, there will be someone who's taking the same road as you, whether you continue walking with them is up to you, when a junction comes, we will need to make that choice as to if we should continue on the same journey together. just like best friends, more often than not, we will take the same route and head in a certain direction. For couples, they walk side by side, encouraging each other along the way, carrying each other if need be, just like HE sent them out 2 by 2. Of course there are times when they reach a certain junction that they will part, this happens when both decide to end their journey there and move on. Those that move along their way get over it, those who cant, will probably be stuck there, looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life jouney has been a long and winding one, people whom journeyed with me for a while, others for some time, some for a really long time and a few who's still with me. Those are the ones which I must treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, i guess its HIS plan to converge our 2 paths yet again, and give us the opportunity to discern and make the choice. Whether its just platonic friendship or more than that, i have yet to find out. Truth is, I enjoy her presence, her company, her thoughts and most importanly, I admire her big heart. Well, we have been spending some time together for now and it just seems pretty confortable. I know it will come a time when a choice have to be made, its like when a boy and a girl come together, spent time knowing each other and  it will come a point in time (or a Y-junction) where both must decide whether they will carry on as friends or down the other road as more than that. We may not realise this fact but i always think that we have to make it clear to the other party so as to avoid any misunderstanding, or if one may lead the other on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have to leave if to HIS Will. If its meant to be, it will. Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE never plans our journey, he only plans the paths and its up to us to make the choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-116030237778185409?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/116030237778185409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=116030237778185409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116030237778185409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/116030237778185409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/gods-gift.html' title='God&apos;s  Gift'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-115997776566592642</id><published>2006-10-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:25:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colmar retreat</title><content type='html'>I havnt had time to recap the road trip up to Colmar. I hope I can still recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was retreat at least for me to spend some quiet time with myself, the weeks before that was filled with work, deadlines, assignments, lectures and late nites in the office going through all the legal documents as well as the audit which gave me sleepless nites. Had the bazaar to plan for to top it up. The trip came very timely then, to allow be to take a breather, as well as to think about IT. I guess I've found an avenue to turn to. Just like the last time i went to HK (a one day notice) to do some soul searching, 3 weeks in Melbourne to really think about what i wanted to do in life...this time, it was Colmar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...some revelations ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up in 2 cars, Leslie, Michelle, Julius, Pauline, Colin and Val. 3 couples and me. Well, she was suppose to come along but i don't think there's a need for any explanation. I guess it was all planned, and i believe i made the right decision not to back out. Julius &amp; Pauline -the newly weds who are expecting a new additon to the family, Leslie &amp;amp; Michelle, my dear buddy getting married next year, and the newly attached couple -Colin and Val. Sometimes, i really wonder, does HE really need to be that obvious, putting me in there to see the 3 variations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the journey up was spent with Leslie &amp;amp; Michelle, a really long chat on the way up. We were discussing about how people have changed over the years, that relationships will change too, or rather grow, if not wither. About how I've changed over the years, the people whom ive met and developed love and friendship in the process. Its all part of growing up, maturing and experiences. As we discussed further, you're more aware of who you are, and who you are is the outcome of the life journey so far. I'm glad that the many falls along the way made me become more careful each time i step into a 'pothole'. Its these experience that help nurture our character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Colmar, it was a place of serenity and peace. Your mind at rest. You just feel that you have been taken away from the secular world and placed in a environment free from stress and trouble. You know it wont last long but then again, you tell yourself that you need to treasure the moment while it lasts., which I did. Apart from the 3 nites of games and each others' "home", there were times that I was left alone, to really think about IT. I can still remember the 1st nite when we had Italian and we went round the table, sharing our love experience, actually, it was how the 3 couples got to know each other and how they ended up together. Indeed, it was a heart to heart sharing, and it really warms my heart to know that its really as simple as it is, nothing fantastic nor elaborate, but plain simple. Love grows.( that’s what I gathered from our little fellowship). That nite was priceless, 7 of us, over desserts and beer, kept going on about our life stories and how wonderful it was meeing their partner and how they became lovers, and eventually, becoming a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was torn in between, should I be feeling envious or contended? feelings were mixed, that was what I had to struggle with. Then I thought to myself, love did grow in me, and went away, 3 times, well, I tend to see it as this – At least it grew in me, didn’t last long, but I would rather love and lost than not to love all. I would give up anything just to feel that.. even if its for a moment. Then again, the question is, the next time when it grows in you, how do you make it stay longer, if not forever?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you ask yourself, when? When will that moment be?. Do we wait? Or do we be proactive. Love is only love when you give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, spent the day painting with Pauline and Michelle, had an interesting discussion on what ladies really want these days. It made me realized issues that never cross my mind, things guys do not usually see. Shant disclose too much here..heh, glad they provided me with deep insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t really recall much on the sequence on activities there but we played tennis one morning, played with bunnies in the rabbit park, had Japanese tea ceremony in the Jap Park, trekking through the little rainforest….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nite we had French Cuisine, sipping wine and continued sharing. Another priceless evening with great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back.. I decided to bum Colin and Val to the Benz and took the ride with the newly weds. Of course, another long discussion along the way. Shant go into details again, all I can say is, I took home a lot. Things that I never did realize, views that you thought never exists, issues that are present but are usually overlooked and things we all take for granted. In short, all I can say is…they are both instruments of God, and im glad I took it with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trip! If only this happens more often…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-115997776566592642?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115997776566592642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=115997776566592642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/115997776566592642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/115997776566592642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/colmar-retreat.html' title='Colmar retreat'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-115895004335566797</id><published>2006-09-23T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:05:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real You</title><content type='html'>Its been some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been a real ride for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to recall the things that have happened that i should pen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most important change in my life now is that i'm single. Still trying to get used to being unattached. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, is this all part of growing up or is it me?. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one. Though i always believe that God has a plan for you, we still need to make that choice or decision. I'm really grateful that over the past 2years, I'm given the opportunity to know HIM better and strengthen our relationship. It has brought me to a deeper level of faith which i thought never exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek and you shall find. Well, i am  still seeking, just that i am not too sure what am i trying to find. Is it the purpose, the satisfaction, the destination or the ultimate goal? What are we actually looking for in life?. Does all the material wants and percieved needs means so much to us? Is our self worth being measured by all these things? Or do people judge us by what you own and acheived?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we fail to realised who we truly are, the real person hiding beneath the many layers we choose to cover ourselves with. A wise man once said to me. Deep down inside, we are all the same, just in a different shell, its the perception that people take which makes us 'different'. The question is: Why do we always try to be someone we are not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-115895004335566797?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115895004335566797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=115895004335566797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/115895004335566797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/115895004335566797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/09/real-you.html' title='The Real You'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-115287676337268154</id><published>2006-07-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:35:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goo Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/CIMG0585a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0585a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new ride.... after many months of deliberation for another set of wheels, and with the rising oil prices, decided that this is a GOOd choice. A 1900cc Continental Coupe, how about that?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIT is still around, still as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/CIMG0050a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0050a.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/7223889-115287676337268154?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/115287676337268154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=115287676337268154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/west%20film%20strip.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenson's birthday last December....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-114907328693652250?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114907328693652250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=114907328693652250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114907328693652250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114907328693652250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/jensons-birthday-last-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-114740610725840398</id><published>2006-05-12T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:55:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's gone... to the Lord's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-114740610725840398?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114740610725840398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=114740610725840398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114740610725840398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114740610725840398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-114519209632156657</id><published>2006-04-16T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:55:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats more important than life itself?&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that we live in this secular world that the very essence of life is secondary to most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is yet another day at his bedside, the once strong, tough and independant man is struggling with life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help nor do anything but be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only in times like these that we pause and wonder, what does life mean?, or rather, our mortal life here.&lt;br /&gt;We often get too caught up with work, studies, money, fame, sucess and materials that we are blinded by what is most important in life, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we await judgement day, Love is what keeps us ALIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-114519209632156657?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114519209632156657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=114519209632156657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114519209632156657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114519209632156657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-more-important-than-life-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-114287273963937959</id><published>2006-03-21T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:08:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 1st Quarter</title><content type='html'>The 1st quarter of 2006 is coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wonder what have I achieved so far this year?...or rather what have I not?.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i've to list out the things I need to do and set some dealines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 Commands I give myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be fully prepared for the coming exams.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Complete the Fund Managers Licence by June.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Set all the paper work for ANTICS&lt;br /&gt;4.  Restore the 2 pieces of art.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Launch the website.&lt;br /&gt;6.  2.4 under 10.&lt;br /&gt;7.  To install brake kit &amp; Nex suspension system by June.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Prepare a memorable &amp; exciting plan for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;9.  To go visit grandad in Shantou before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;10.To write a good analyst report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will help me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-114287273963937959?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114287273963937959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=114287273963937959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114287273963937959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114287273963937959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-of-1st-quarter.html' title='End of 1st Quarter'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-114114919965339401</id><published>2006-03-01T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:56:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>I hope this is going to be a fufilling March. Restructuring, interesting portfolio, new pple, new assignments, new goals, new commitments. Time is going to be against me. Faith will take me through if I allow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 10:28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Peter began to say to him, Look, we have left all, and have followed thee.And Jesus answering said, Verily I say to you, There is no man that hath left house, or brothers, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or fields, for my sake, and (for the sake) of the Gospel, But shall receive a hundred-fold now at this time, houses, and brothers, and sister, and mothers, and children, and fields, with persecution, and in the world to come eternal life.But many that are first shall be last, and the last first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Et les derniers seront premiers;" -- "and the last shall be first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we not always pursue material wants?. Is it time that we 'leave everything' and persue the greater good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:19-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-114114919965339401?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/114114919965339401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=114114919965339401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114114919965339401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/114114919965339401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-113963875648828807</id><published>2006-02-11T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:25:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Romance is nothing if not seasonal , consumerist, functional and in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time of the year again when fools rush in and cash registers rollin'. We live in an emotionally and sexually repressed society and we are driven by fear and an overly self-concious mentality that prevents us from confronting our feelings and communicating them. Because we think we have no choice, we do the practical and the safe option is to either do nothing or do the cliched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about buying overpriced roses, dining at ridiculously priced restaurants. We live in a world that we are trapped in consumerism. Everything is about money. Without money, it seems that one is not entitled to be loved. Does that mean that the more you splurge, the greater your love for him/her?.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other non-monetary ways to express oursleves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may argue that it is that time of the year to express their undying love and commitment. I beg to differ. It is often subjective, does that mean that for the rest of the year, we neglect it instead?. Everyday should Valentines' day, if not, its time to find another valentine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Why do we all have to jump onto the 'wagon'? Does that make you any diiferent from the rest?, Does that make you less of who you are just because you are out of that "circle"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-113963875648828807?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113963875648828807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=113963875648828807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113963875648828807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113963875648828807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-113950613849862762</id><published>2006-02-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:35:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at Villa Francis</title><content type='html'>Second visit to Villa Francis, another overwhelming and emotional mood engulfs me whenever i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;Reality stares straight at you, where you can see and touch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass was celebrated for them and im glad i can do my part. Peace was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same old lady with her trusty walking stick sits just across, that same seat which i remembered the last time, guess its where she'll be every week. Her grey hair neaty clipped on one side, as if age spared her from shedding those once beautiful and gleaming streaks.&lt;br /&gt;The way she props herself up with her stick everytime the congregation stands was admirable, it was difficult but it was for the lord. You just have that worry that she might not be there at the same seat next week. If so,  im sure she's somewhere better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed to take them up to their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walked along the corridor pass the rooms, i see some bedridden, some strap to their chairs and some staring into space. i began to ask, why? why lord?...then for that moment, i stopped at Room 3. It was as if i had overcome fear and hesitation, i just walked straight in towards this man who was strapped to his chair, shaking and trembling at the hands and as though choking on something and needed help. He was trying to say something but couldnt, because there was a tube through his nose which obstructs and impaired his speech. I took his hand instinctively and held it with my other. The trembling stopped. That moment i looked at him and into his cataract filled eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was his name, 75 and suffering from an illness of the throat. He has lost all feel to his throat and lungs. There was no way he could eat and swallow but to be fed through the tube with liquid food. All i could do was to give him water.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to make up what he was trying to tell me but all he needed was someone there to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i see him in Alex?&lt;br /&gt;There and then, i knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Pray for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-113950613849862762?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113950613849862762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=113950613849862762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113950613849862762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113950613849862762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-at-villa-francis.html' title='A Day at Villa Francis'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-113820744564332221</id><published>2006-01-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:44:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/focus%20wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/focus%20wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-113820744564332221?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113820744564332221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=113820744564332221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113820744564332221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113820744564332221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/01/focus.html' title='Focus....'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-113820636872679131</id><published>2006-01-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:40:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/burger_king.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/burger_king.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger King or BurgerKing?....two words or one as a name. Name or title?....i guess you can't register "Burger King"...so its just BurgerKing...that explains the logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the topic of Burgers...Let me present you the REAL THING....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/spicyparis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/spicyparis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Super Star.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/Carls_jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/Carls_jr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get a bite..a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-113820636872679131?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/113820636872679131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=113820636872679131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113820636872679131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/113820636872679131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2006/01/burger-king.html' title='Burger King'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-112965511004627209</id><published>2005-10-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:59:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go a little stress...</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been really tough and i'm sure the road ahead is going to be a really bumpy ride. Somehow or rather, work which seems like an obligation now seems to be kinda like an experience. Yes, we all work for money and im pretty sure there are many of us out there who just work for money but never fancy what they do, or at least not all the time. On the contrary, I'm begining to like what i do  each day, not because of the money ( well that's a motivation) but because there's a certain element of satisfaction in it. I'm glad my job is not the same old mundane task which you do everyday blindly but rather something dynamic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more of less typical day in the office.... i unofficially start work at 930 after which i will get a nice hot brew from the pantry and get updates of the market from my central dealer Adrian ( who sits in front of the Bloomberg from 8-6 looking at graphs and numbers). After a brief check on the portfolio for the latest ups and downs in the fund, I will then have to scan through all the unread emails plus research materials from dozens of broking houses ( Nomura, CIMB and KimEng are of pretty good read).&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa ( this never-say-die lady who rings every monday morning) will always wake me up with her overbought-oversold data analysis which half the time i'm not sure what is she babbling about, Connie who will always call when YY is not in the office yet and I have to hear her HK updates ( which now i hardly have the time to cover) ...many other sales broker will keep calling for YY till i hand over to him when he arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, strolls in about 10 and before you know it, he calls out for you. "So how Marcus?, hows everything?, have you settle ( watever yesterday's task) it?, "Dun worry David, everything's fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Need to speak to you regarding the agreement you want the lawyers to draft, the details of the 20 units and average price, and about the transfer of shares of FOCL, and the remittance of funds into the BVI company, and what you gonna do about the authorisation letter to be sent out to ***, Adrian has yet to give me the figures and mauritius have yet to wake up to fax the directors resolution which was due yesterday etc etc........MultitaskMultitask...but im getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's done, i get back to my desk ....and i think to myself...what have i got myself into. Im suppose to be doing something else....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-112965511004627209?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112965511004627209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=112965511004627209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112965511004627209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112965511004627209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/10/letting-go-little-stress.html' title='Letting go a little stress...'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-112617802723777693</id><published>2005-09-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:18:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cliff &amp; Claire's Premaritial Party @ Villa Bali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/CIMG0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Waiting for the couple to arrive, everyone all set to 'surprise' them... they were late aniwei. Attendees: (from left: Bridgette, Sharon, CherylAnne, Marcus Tan, Daniel(hidden), Jasmine( also hidden) &amp; the Maidens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait... they arrived and champaign was served Cheers!....to Stable-Boy and Maiden!&lt;br /&gt;More waiting coz Carolyn and Carrie had yet to arrive...but no complains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0364.jpg" width="485" border="0" /&gt;Finally we can tuck in !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Couple made to say a few words....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-112617802723777693?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112617802723777693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=112617802723777693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112617802723777693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112617802723777693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/09/cliff-claires-premaritial-party-villa.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-112608351000528334</id><published>2005-09-07T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:54:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back...</title><content type='html'>Im back..i think its been some time since the last entry...here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone's eager to know whats happening in my life right now, i'm an employed undergrad investment analyst with an Asset Management Co. (If you want to find out more, we can meet for lunch and i can tell you more, dun panic, I'm not doing any sales )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a brief update, ever since I left Hendon Camp, I thought I could leave the military and hang up my jump boots, but there i was in a flight suit in the air force trying to fly a plane. Unfortunately, I realised i could not land the aircraft ( or at least not the way the instructor requires me to) since when do paratroopers land with the plane ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; National Day ORD Parade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Flying Days in Sydney&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/5034146949686l.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instructor threw me out of the plane....and a couple of others...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, out of the army, out of the airForce and out of NS liability, finally could hang up my jump boots and flight suit. A week after getting use to freedom, i got a call. I was employed, the economy needs me ( thats another story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of No4, its now shirt and tie in the CBD , at the foot of the corporate ladder and when you look up, the ladder leads into the clouds...i knew i want to see what's beyond and its not an easy climb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-112608351000528334?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112608351000528334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=112608351000528334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112608351000528334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112608351000528334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='Im back...'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-112618408537873492</id><published>2005-07-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:16:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taipei Trip</title><content type='html'>The Streets of Taipei ( XIMENDING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/CIMG00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/CIMG00421.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/Big%20Screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/320/Big%20Screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/CIMG0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/CIMG0066.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/1600/CIMG0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/CIMG0069.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/bbq4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BBQ Dinner with Sean &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/bbq3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/Hotel%20Suite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hotel Room (Taipei LEs Suite)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/320/CIMG0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-112618408537873492?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112618408537873492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=112618408537873492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112618408537873492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112618408537873492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/07/taipei-trip.html' title='Taipei Trip'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-112619565057427232</id><published>2005-07-20T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:13:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand Business &amp; Leisure</title><content type='html'>Thailand trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Bangkok. Business and leisure trip. Arrived on Sat morning with Eugene, my Marketing Director, he took the opportunity to tag along with me since im visiting 2 Japanese companies, Pigeon Corp &amp; Asahii Intecc. I think its my 6th time in thailand so its not that exciting, but i needed a break from work. The moment we landed, Eugene hooked up with he's friend Francis and off he went for a game of golf, so bloodly hot there, wonder how can they take it, but then again...for the love of the game, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a lady from Singapore at the airport, Stephanie from Refco, a futures trading co. We were the only 2 on transit to the hotel and so we chatted. Apparantly, she's there for a holiday and o meet up with some pals of hers for shopping, said she frequent Bangkok all the time coz its the nearest and cheapest getaway from singapore. i dropped off at Holiday Inn and she went on her way, she actually offered to meet up for drinks that night with some of her friends but i already had plans with Eugene to meet up with some pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in the hotel and i was on my way to Chachuchat market. The heat there is scorching and so the shorts and Ts. Half a day there is definately not enough!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had lunch there, the beef noodles is excellent and obviously underpriced. Lots of tourist there too. Coincidentally, I bumped into Pamela and her European bf there, both were on holiday .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bought some clothes, wooden hand-made cutlery set, liverpool posters for the fans back home , candelsand a signboard etc. There's really too much hings to buy, but too little space in the luggage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weapons?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets?...pups are 2000Bht and Kitties are 1500Bht...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the 'balls'....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell pups like nobody's business there, its cash &amp; carry, no registrations, certs , no nothing..probably give you a plastic bag...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bunnies are 100-200Bht each...about $4-$8...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of shopping for the day...back to the hotel....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Eugene for dinner and Francis at a Club..those massage parlours...1st time to those really posh clubs with ladies serving you and all, all kinds of services from traditional massages..foot massages and you know....Anyway, met up with a group of S'porean/Thai businessman for drinks at another restaurant...They were in the construction business...real estate and lightning industry, seems really sucessful in thailand. There's loads of clubs at every street corned in Bangkok and they all look European, didnt feel like asia, the place has changed so much since the last time i was there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Checked in to the ShangriLa on Sunday..and this is what I got...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the view!....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got the top floor suite, which was actually not meant for me but because i was late to check in and they ran out of the deluxe suite, so i got upgraded..muahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No time for a dip though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome dinner by the Director of Sales of Nomura, the investor relations for the 2 companies that i was going to visit the next day, among the other fund managers was this big guy from Temasek , Director of Investments, the CEO of Stork Asset Management, Jay, and Vinson from Phillips Capital. After the sumptous dinner, Jay, Vinson and I headed for Patpong night market. Vinson was totally thrilld by the Tutu, 1st time in thailand..seems so swahku..hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG02231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other night market in Asia, all fakes!&lt;br /&gt;Vinson manage to get a Rolex for a bargain....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1970/434/400/CIMG0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Picked up a couple of shirts, Ts and ties from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a good trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-112619565057427232?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/112619565057427232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=112619565057427232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112619565057427232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/112619565057427232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/07/thailand-business-leisure.html' title='Thailand Business &amp; Leisure'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-110687376375211415</id><published>2005-01-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:03:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boss is not always right</title><content type='html'>if he had listen to us...we wont be on the down side, USD$7488 down, cover half @ 5% still looking bad. but Japanese Market way to go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking good ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cont'd to look for more opportunities....press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-110687376375211415?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/110687376375211415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=110687376375211415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/110687376375211415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/110687376375211415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/01/boss-is-not-always-right.html' title='the boss is not always right'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-110680583744354983</id><published>2005-01-27T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:09:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>just thinking abt why my water taste so different everyday..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does water taste like?....anyone???......&lt;br /&gt;while in the train..i thought...&lt;br /&gt;the taste of water (assuming its pure) will depend on ur cup/ glass/mug etc&lt;br /&gt;and the taste of ur cup/glass/mug varies from household to household, and the person who washes them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) it could taste of ur mother's hand.&lt;br /&gt;b) it could taste of ur dad'a hand.&lt;br /&gt;c) ur siblings&lt;br /&gt;d) ur maid.....whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) what u use to wash them....ur detergents&lt;br /&gt;f) and what was previously in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, cups and glasses are really different, coffee stains are usually found in cups rite?...well, not many drink it in glasses. (so now you wonder why ur water has that tinge of dry coffeebean taste maybe even the aroma..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back...what abt bottles, water bottles, used mineral water bottles and so on...&lt;br /&gt;i remember an article in the papers some time ago on this. "Not healthy to drink from used mineral water bottles"...u guys get the idea huh..no need to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there comes the Nalgene bottles FAD...and the SIGG bottles and what have you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Water??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we should give Hyflux a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;when we have our own supply of water (some day) we dun have to rely on THEM anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a liitle off from the topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you see, today when i got to work, poured a glass of water from the pantry...and the taste is so different from home!..and i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;what other impurities am i also taking in?...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something for you pple to ponder upon the next time you drink water.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7223889-110680583744354983?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/110680583744354983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=110680583744354983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/110680583744354983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/110680583744354983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/01/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-110654714549714712</id><published>2005-01-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:12:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats ahead of 2005?</title><content type='html'>i know i havnt been blogging for some time...soon soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-110654714549714712?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/110654714549714712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=110654714549714712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/110654714549714712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/110654714549714712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-ahead-of-2005.html' title='Whats ahead of 2005?'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-109724272380871210</id><published>2004-10-08T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:25:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back again peeps</title><content type='html'>yes...the last time i had a blog entry was mths ago..&lt;br /&gt;thot i might get something posted in here... just got back from melbourne not long ago..spend 2 weeks there taking my long deserved break... put up with kevin, sharon, clifton and claire...&lt;br /&gt;they were great!...gtg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-109724272380871210?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109724272380871210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=109724272380871210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/109724272380871210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/109724272380871210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back-again-peeps.html' title='im back again peeps'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-109116560573219173</id><published>2004-07-30T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:07:29.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>wow...havnt blog for almost a mth already...are they going to kick me out?...&lt;br /&gt;why do pple have so much time to blog?...do they really have so many things to say?...do they have a life?..(oops..mite offend some hard-core bloggers yah?...hehe)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see..wat have i been doing the past few weeks ...serving my liabilty as usual..been hanging out a lot with the evergreen gang...though our 'head honcho' is not around ..hahah&lt;br /&gt;late night supper and clubbing over the weekend is a little crazy, with the amount of booze, no wonder i feel that my belly is getting a little bigger...hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad the jongs are back together again...im sure they sorted things out...just another rough patch that i guess most couples go through...i hope the linreds are fine too...as for the 'rock god' and his 'goddess'...havnt seen them for some time already..last i heard was he was on a rock tour in thailand..jamming away...Dan the man and his sweet should be fine i guess, both happily gaming away..(dun spoil ya eyes yah?)...he should be back from his convocation soon...as for Slim Shady Fang aka Head Honcho the birthday boy and Missy G..they should be really busy now coz term has started...kinda miss their presence actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiaz...this sun's chalet will miss out a couple of pple..but i guess its gonna be good...hopefully the next time Everyone is back, we'll have a bigger party....and when will that be?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-109116560573219173?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109116560573219173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=109116560573219173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/109116560573219173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/109116560573219173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-108913205415641329</id><published>2004-07-07T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:40:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to blog lah......</title><content type='html'>ok..ill spend a min here...i just realise ive been neglecting this blog....&lt;br /&gt;no time lah...&lt;br /&gt;well..woke up @ 7,marchmarchmarch,tourDeBedok/LorDuKaCheng, blogging..&lt;br /&gt;logging off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-108913205415641329?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108913205415641329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=108913205415641329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108913205415641329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108913205415641329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-time-to-blog-lah.html' title='no time to blog lah......'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-108849697325907384</id><published>2004-06-29T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T16:17:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>havnt slept at all in days.....</title><content type='html'>the euro fever has hit all of us....been staying up late for the games and of course MJ sessions with the Jongs....had 2 rounds last night/this morning till 6 and had to report back to camp for some silly thingy...complete waste of time...just dun understand why is everthing so disorganise in there...sigh~, not a choice but a freaking liability...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went to check out some bikes yesterday(as well as today) to find a replacement for my GianT...came across many makes and most of them are way above my budget,well i can probably fork out less than a grand for a fairly decent bike, not too high end but worthy enough to ride the streets with my buddies...well there's 2 bikes in mind now...the GT AVALANCHE 0.5 (hydrallic disc brakes and deore parts with Rock ShoX Judy--$1080, the other is a GianT XTC3, red/white frame with mechanical disc brakes with grip shifter..-$1250(probably could cut to $1100)&lt;br /&gt;well...think abt it again, i realise that these 2 bikes are good(not high end but not thrash types), hiaz..have to spend $$ yet again......maybe i should just save the money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright..after scouting round for 2 wheelers, accompanied Dawne to check out the resale car market, head down to West Coast Car Mart and there you can find an array of old and new cars, all in real good condition...haha, thats when it finally dawn on him that getting a 2nd hand car is more practical than a brand new one...well at least ure more flexible to change after 1-2 yrs....there's this really sporty white RAV4(3dr) for sale at 80grand..another 8yrs...cool, would have signed it if a had the cash ...dream on~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so getting a car is costly, especially here in spore, sux, when i was in taiwan, the cars there are cheap and affordable, super souped up mean machines flashing all around the city...wet...hiaz...&lt;br /&gt;soon....soon....&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/7223889-108849697325907384?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108849697325907384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=108849697325907384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108849697325907384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108849697325907384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2004/06/havnt-slept-at-all-in-days.html' title='havnt slept at all in days.....'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-108797184095847048</id><published>2004-06-23T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:13:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally home....</title><content type='html'>yeap..just got back yesterday morning...hiaz..kinda miss taiwan, the food,the people and the entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;so howz everybody?,hadnt been gone too long so i guess everything's still the same, frens from australia are coming back yah?..daniel's back...okok..maybe i should try posting up some pictures...after i figure out how to go about doing that..&lt;br /&gt;im sure some of you have heard that NS has been cut so ill be getting out by Oct..&lt;br /&gt;muahaHaHa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-108797184095847048?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108797184095847048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=108797184095847048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108797184095847048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108797184095847048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2004/06/finally-home.html' title='finally home....'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-108652594636838610</id><published>2004-06-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T20:45:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone...</title><content type='html'>will be gone for a while...flying off tmr at 1430 on a bloody Charlie...&lt;br /&gt;will be back on the 21st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-108652594636838610?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108652594636838610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=108652594636838610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108652594636838610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7223889/posts/default/108652594636838610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/2004/06/gone.html' title='gone...'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08432881105913431419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/173/7823/640/drink2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7223889.post-108652518663735233</id><published>2004-06-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T20:33:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having a freeaking headache NOW!..</title><content type='html'>*banging head on wall*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still banging*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7223889-108652518663735233?l=marcboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108652518663735233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7223889&amp;postID=108652518663735233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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