tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12374611594197700772024-03-09T08:10:47.165+08:00Life's a Beach~CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-772306563991434602010-12-01T15:45:00.004+08:002010-12-01T16:11:49.548+08:00Allergies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/TPX9XoOUgYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-GDtdji3B2A/s1600/allergy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/TPX9XoOUgYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-GDtdji3B2A/s400/allergy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545617098552934786" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/TPX9XoOUgYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-GDtdji3B2A/s1600/allergy.png"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Al.ler.gy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i>n. </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; ">An abnormally high sensitivity to certain substances, such as pollens, foods, or microorganisms.</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >After my endoscopy and ultrasound this week, the doctor advised me to identify things that could have caused me to have frequent stomach pains. So I took the liberty to compile a list. I am allergic to quite a number of things:</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(1) </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Alcohol - caused skin rashes </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(completely cured though) </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(2) Seafood (prawn, crab, sotong, la la, etc.) - causes skin rashes & throat to swell</span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(3) Sudden change of temperature - causes extreme sneezing</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(4) Chelsea, Arsenal & Liverpool (welcome to the club, Man City) - causes vulgarity </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(5) Parasites in human form - causes nothing...coz they'll never get near me</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But the biggest allergy of them all...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >***(6) People who NAG all the time - causes SKIN RASHES, THROAT TO SWELL, EXTREME SNEEZING, VULGARITY, GASTRIC, EXTREME ANGER, STRESS, HEADACHE, SORE THROAT, FEVER, FLU, SNEEZING, CANCER, MILD STROKE, KIDNEY FAILURE & EARLY DEATH</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I think I found the problem...AND the solution...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >..<span class="Apple-style-span">.just gently hold your palm in the direction of nigger's (<i>sic</i>) face and say: <b>CUKUP!</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-40786775823788682982010-11-11T19:07:00.003+08:002010-11-11T19:46:43.925+08:00Burn in Hell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/TNvRQDFkkbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/delrRK83FEQ/s1600/face_punch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/TNvRQDFkkbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/delrRK83FEQ/s400/face_punch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538250240418943410" /></a>Today, for the 5th time in my entire life, I feel like punching someone really hard in the face. REPEATEDLY. The same one moron. Until he dies, or begs for his life. Whichever comes first.<div><br /></div><div>I used to think that I would never resort to violence. I've always told people around me that any problem can be settled peacefully, with wisdom, compromise, handshakes, etc, all that shit.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it got me thinking. A person could be patient, understanding, knowledgeable, a family man, has a positive social image that took years to build. But all that could be thrown out of the window in a moment of anger. Rage, for a better word. Who the hell thinks of all that when in a state of uncontrollable anger? How many would pause for a second and think of the consequences of the simple act of punching someone you really hate in the face? </div><div><br /></div><div>They say that a human being feels anger when he or his loved ones are threatened in one way or another. Which is exactly the case in point. I'm sure society would forgive me for attempted murder on a piece of worthless junk who is trying to jeopardize family harmony. Even if he himself is part of that family. Doesn't that make it even more justifiable to tear his face apart? Harming his own family member? </div><div><br /></div><div>In a short period of time, a vast amount of anger, rage, hatred, despise and more rage built inside of me. The adrenalin rush could be compared to that of me watching a Champions League final between Manchester United and Manchester City (but we know that is not possible, Man City are losers). I felt the need to release that whole galaxy of energy in me into indescribable pain and suffering in him. And I ask myself, would I feel better if I did? Of course I would!</div><div><br /></div><div>Education and upbringing have taught me that anger is unnecessary. Well, listen here, Mr. Education and Miss Upbringing. Shut the hell up or I'm gonna punch you in the face!</div>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-29276134344297195022010-04-01T19:18:00.003+08:002010-04-01T19:28:08.226+08:00新不了情My current favourite song...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/S7SDHF8erEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2thP1VCaVtc/s1600/heartbroken-poems.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455129206530681922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/S7SDHF8erEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2thP1VCaVtc/s400/heartbroken-poems.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />心若倦了, 泪也乾了,<br />这份心情, 难舍难了。<br /><br />曾经拥有, 天荒地老,<br />已不见你, 暮暮与朝朝。<br /><br />这一份情, 永远难了,<br />愿来生还能, 再度拥抱。<br /><br />爱一个人, 如何斯守到老,<br />怎样面对一切, 我不知道。<br /><br />回忆过去,<br />痛苦的相思忘不了,<br />为何你还来,<br />拨动我心跳。<br /><br />爱你怎么能了,<br />今夜的你应该明了,<br />缘难了情难了。CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-16294823409025069962009-07-27T17:14:00.009+08:002009-07-28T18:47:17.615+08:00Passion in Life (Part 3)Yes, I injured myself again.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Futsal-related. Nothing serious. No broken bones. No fractures. Just some 'minor soft tissue and nerve injury' according to the doctor. That was nearly a month ago. </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div>So, why was I hospitalized for one night and still can't walk properly till now?!!! </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div>Seeing that my friends really 'enjoyed' my acupuncture treatment pics of my last 2 injuries, here we go again to complete an unprecedented hattrick of g(l)ory images:</div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363073944369131074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sm13Vm5GbkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qnMUpRXQd4k/s400/IMAG0312.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Terrible acting.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363074047424942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sm13bmzhUiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lUDJ9aTfL04/s400/IMAG0309.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">On the ANKLE!</div><div align="center"></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363074123367457682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sm13gBtoI5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ogjk7tndFeA/s400/IMAG0311.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Zoom x10...See the 'bubble' of blood in the 'cup' on the right?</div><div align="center"></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363074196857374722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sm13kTe_SAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lmLrpS64GcY/s400/IMAG0310.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><p align="center">Zoom x15...not so funny when it's up-close.</p><p align="left">I could only wish to the God of Football that I'll recover soon and make an injury-free comeback. Coz if I don't, you might as well suck all the blood out of my life. </p>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-62173259942626527772009-07-27T14:20:00.002+08:002009-07-27T14:35:54.223+08:00My EverythingDedicated to you...you know who you are ;-)<br /><br />Wang Lee Hom - Everything<br /><br />故事裡的 起承轉合 有一些忘記<br />做了多少錯誤的選擇<br /><br />原來波折 才暗示著 該走的方向<br />指引你我來到這一刻<br /><br />就算 別人都說 我們沒什麼出息<br />不可能會這樣輕易放棄<br /><br />Cause You're My Everything<br />就一個原因 讓我勇敢面對這個世界<br />想給你 Everything不管用多少個明天 永遠從此刻開始算起<br />你的愛是我的 Everything<br /><br />遼闊天際 求和相遇 有多少機率<br />多少煙火 墜落無痕跡<br /><br />因為幸福 沒有捷徑 難免要繞道<br />不被看好 越是要走到<br /><br />就算別人都說 我們沒什麼出息<br />不可能會這樣輕易放棄<br /><br />你就是 Everything<br />就這個原因 讓我勇敢面對這個世界<br /><br />想給你 Everything<br />隻要你說一聲願意 所有的未來才有意義<br />你的愛是我的 Everything<br /><br />Cause You're My Everything<br />就這個原因 讓我勇敢面對這個世界<br />想給你 Everything 不管用多少個明天<br />永遠從此刻開始算起<br /><br />你就是 Everything<br />就如這個原因 我會永遠記住這種感覺<br />想給你 Everything<br />隻要你說一聲願意 所有的未來才有意義<br /><br />你的愛是我的 EverythingCALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-54110600010406156122009-07-25T20:29:00.001+08:002009-07-25T20:31:37.418+08:00My strength...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Smr7ClSgQ6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GLB0p-uOklI/s1600-h/P6190159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362374328126030754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Smr7ClSgQ6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GLB0p-uOklI/s400/P6190159.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I miss you so much, Ah Kong.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-43278067187566869392009-05-30T20:22:00.005+08:002009-05-30T20:48:18.807+08:00I Love You, Beach!<div align="left">People say we are inspired by people, things and events around us. At certain moments in life, we discover a feeling of peace, calmness and pure happiness. Do you remember such moments?<br /><br />Time just stood still. Everything in the world pauses. You are one with yourself. And at that very moment, you suddenly find yourself connecting freely with your creative mind. Your mind is surrounded by beautiful thoughts. Ideas keep flowing.<br /><br />It was that moment when it struck me. Pure enlightenment. Emptiness. An inspiration.<br /><br />And that was when............<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I decided to rename my blog.<br /><br /><br /> Life's a Beach~ </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341597522376812626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SiEqpUZgaFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZRPVsfqU7_U/s400/Pulau+Redang+at+its+most+beautiful.JPG" border="0" /><br />(...and I'm its master)CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-80501900088934402702009-04-02T16:31:00.002+08:002009-04-02T16:38:30.313+08:00練習 Practice - 劉德華 Andy Lau如果留下多一秒鐘<br />可以減少明天想你的痛<br />我會願意放下所有<br />交換任何一絲絲可能的佔有<br /><br />幸福只剩一杯沙漏<br />眼睜睜看著一幕幕甜蜜<br />不會再有原來平凡無奇的擁有<br />到現在竟像是無助的奢求<br /><br />我已開始練習 開始慢慢著急<br />著急這世界沒有你<br />已經和眼淚說好不哭泣<br />但倒數計時的愛該怎麼繼續<br /><br />我天天練習 天天都會熟悉<br />在沒有你的城市裡<br />試著刪除每個兩人世界裡 <br />那些曾經共同擁有的一切美好和回憶 <br /><br />愛是一萬公頃的森林<br />迷了路的卻是我和你 <br />不是說好一起闖出去 <br />怎能剩我一人回去 回去CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-21110394671141454752009-03-06T19:18:00.001+08:002009-03-06T22:34:23.216+08:00Passion in Life (Part 2)<div align="left"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span>It's my 5th day at home.<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">I'm going crazy...</div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="left">Boredom & that niggling pain in my leg are starting to get to me.</div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left">Went for my 2nd treatment 2 days ago at the Sports Clinic. This is what happened.<br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310033017744211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SbEG5Vg9POI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rOdNrPLwI6w/s400/leg07.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Another episode of poking-two-15cm needles-into-my-thigh-and-electrocute-the-shit-out-of-me.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310033436563643954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SbEHRtvSnjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/30u21qpB9IY/s400/leg05.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">ARRRGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><br /><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310036311533962626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SbEJ5D1oRYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3a_kpHqqQRU/s400/leg06.jpg" border="0" /><br />I was feeling the blues. After the treatment, I decided to drop by the clinic next door to seek for a second opinion. The following conversation ensued:<br /></p><div align="left"><em>Doctor: What's wrong?</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Me: I injured my left thigh while playing football.</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>(pokes my thigh with her finger)</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Doctor: Ok lah. I'll give you some medicine to relax the muscle & some painkillers.</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Me: ??????? That's all?</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Doctor: Ya.</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Me: ??????? No need for an injection?</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Doctor: If you want, also can lah.</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Me: Will I be able to play sooner if I take a jab?</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Doctor: Yes.</em></div><br /><div align="left"><em>Me: DO ME!</em></div><br /><div align="left">(Ok, maybe I didn't say that. I might have said something like 'Jab me!'</div><br /><div align="left">Unfortunately the painkillers, jab & electrocution didn't help much. The pain was still unbearable. So today I decided to seek for a THIRD opinion from a Chinese doctor.</div><br /><div align="left">He told me there was too much blood clogged in my thigh & needed to draw out some 'bad blood'. </div><br /><div align="left">Upon hearing that, I was preparing for the worse. You'll know what I mean by looking at the following pics. Brace yourself.</div><br /><div align="left">(Warning: Upcoming pictures will definitely be disturbing to all & somewhat hilarious to those who have perverted minds) </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310064753615730210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SbEjwm2WdiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uvpePo7ZmTw/s400/leg03.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Things got 'bloody'. This 'sucks'.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310064607871750082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SbEjoH6Rz8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/5aaF7ubHG9k/s400/leg01.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Who in the right mind would go for this kind of treatment?<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Told you I was going crazy.</div><br /><br /><div align="left">(to be continued...)</div>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-76531204548054359372009-03-03T16:25:00.000+08:002009-03-03T22:51:20.152+08:00Passion in Life<div align="left">It's my 3rd day at home. </div><br /><div align="left">Painful. Agonizing. Heartbreaking. Bored.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Injured myself while playing futsal last Sunday morning. Initially, I thought I had pulled a muscle so I continued playing. Turns out that I actually TORE a muscle. </div><br /><div align="left">I went to a clinic specializing in sports injury in Klang.<br /><br />Upon inspection, the singse told me that I have a torn muscle and blood clot in my left thigh. He also asked me which Premier League team I am playing for, to which I answered: Manchester United! (yeah, right)<br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308924910509173474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sa0XFAYfKuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZCFARJ0m8G4/s400/cristiano-ronaldo1_1154755c.jpg" border="0" /> Anyway, I was expecting him to wrap my thigh in some Chinese herbs when he suddenly pulled out TWO 15cm long needles from the drawer with a grin on his face.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308926210718874258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sa0YQsCoupI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PpRGE_NDr0M/s400/42-17670057.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>Well, maybe not THAT kind of needle. The acupuncture ones, but still 15cm in length. AND the same kind of evil grin on his face. </p><p>Then without warning, he poked / inserted / cucuk / hantam / 'chak' both needles into my left thigh. Yes, without warning whateverso. As if that wasn't enough to scare the shit out of me, he proceeded to electrocute me! Look closely at the pictures. You can just FEEL me...<br /></p><p>(Warning: upcoming images might be disturbing to some and hilarious to others) </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308932616044840754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sa0eFhvWhzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fj9v_aavhPI/s400/GetAttachment3.jpg" border="0" />OUCH! </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308932844953033922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sa0eS2fUXMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/u0j8aDtUfBQ/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" />OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935923143767298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/Sa0hGBpLdQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8ALaiin-bvE/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" />I could feel my veins jumping!<br /></p><br /><p align="left">(to be continued...)</p>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237461159419770077.post-27628506308936470882009-02-18T13:39:00.000+08:002009-02-23T20:51:05.090+08:00Singapore EscapadeMy first blog entry at the age of 26! Well, better late than never... Phew, just got back from Singapore on Monday. And what a great trip it was. Had a wonderful time with my favourite uncle, Nigel and my aunt and cousins from Johore.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304183282835621650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZw-l8z7hxI/AAAAAAAAABU/jWE2ShzAg2E/s400/ST831025.JPG" border="0" /><br />Here I am at the LCCT. I was never one who could take a snapshot like a decent person. Btw, 'antarabangsa' = 'national' ??</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304381548585860594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZzy6iSYvfI/AAAAAAAAACs/WtfmTngxc9w/s400/ST831049.JPG" border="0" /><br />Flew with AirAsia. "Now Calvin Tan can fly..."</div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305966115278106178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKUEdNpLkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6pzbvDxRF00/s400/ST831055.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>This is me at Changi Airport.<br /></div><div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304185084675612690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxAO1MD4BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b5M7IqUm1II/s400/ST831091.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Immediately after touchdown, I rushed to my cousin, Wenny's engagement only to find that they have already exchanged vows. Bummer! So the only productive thing I could do was to take more silly pictures of myself. </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304185390653889426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxAgpC925I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XCF_4pvU63A/s400/ST831102.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div><br /></div><div>No wonder Wenny looks uncomfortable, as if I'm a serial killer. (*gasp*) </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304185567529838994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxAq79eqZI/AAAAAAAAACE/vecXC0dD7rk/s400/ST831113.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>I know it's gay. But the flowers were too beautiful for me to resist. </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304185803616666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxA4rc9xXI/AAAAAAAAACM/qpRimmdT3iU/s400/ST831123.JPG" border="0" /><br />It took me 30 minutes to catch this little monkey to snap a photo with me. </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304185983823284082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxBDKxkh3I/AAAAAAAAACU/74-RPIF838s/s400/ST831120.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>And to my surprise, there was another bigger monkey running loose at the very same garden. </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304186522348622226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxBig8BEZI/AAAAAAAAACc/wlfHk37XtFg/s400/ST831184.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div><br /></div><div>On the second day, I was at Orchard doing some sight seeings. Oh, boy.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304186745931023618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZxBvh2NxQI/AAAAAAAAACk/6SA24eJtvk4/s400/ST831179.JPG" border="0" /> King of the jungle was there too...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304383563267632482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SZz0vzj87WI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sj1eciIo2Mg/s400/ST831236.JPG" border="0" /><br />Headed to this beautiful park at East Coast Park called 'East Coast Park'. It was so breathtakingly awesome it reminded me of that Korean player at Manchester United. Anyways this beach is so heavenly that I don't mind spending an entire month just sitting here and enjoy the breeze, scenery and sunset. Ahhh...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305951209599156386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKGg1O2QKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gF0KmjEFZuw/s400/ST831381.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>This is me at an Irish pub on the 3rd day. Don't think that I'm drunk coz I drank 2 glasses at once. If this picture looks blurry to you, it just means that YOU had too much to drink already, my dear friend. Heh heh...But in all seriousness, I made an amazing discovery at the pub. Look at the next picture and you'll see what I mean. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305953297520111858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKIaXV_sPI/AAAAAAAAADE/GY0UWSGmbb4/s400/ST831391.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Looks like I'm not the only one who wants that s.o.b. dead! Lol!<br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305953929623638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKI_KHOE6I/AAAAAAAAADM/5lVisPOm-Ds/s400/ST831437.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>Nigel and I headed to Ang Mo Kio to meet up with the rest of my family. I wasted no time hunting down props to pose for the camera like the attention whore that I am. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305954833539010514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKJzxdcD9I/AAAAAAAAADU/Q1UDOZTUek4/s400/ST831438.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Ran out of money while I was there so I tried my hand at being a Crocs salesman. Initially thought dressing up like a crocodile would help in my newfound career but things just didn't work out. </div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305955637808117250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKKilmItgI/AAAAAAAAADk/ziikQY9PBPI/s400/ST831442.JPG" border="0" /><br />I didn't want to worry too much so I tried to sleep away all my worries. But I got hungry after 5 minutes, still without money in my pockets. What does a poor man do? </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305956248190574146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKLGHcp3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/ogqrIsqZmUE/s400/ST831452.JPG" border="0" /><br />He does what a street artist would do for money! If you look closely, there are actually gold coins on the floor. (ok ok...they belong to me, dammit) </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305958503530874466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKNJZPrxmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Z4Npp7__CyA/s400/ST831446.JPG" border="0" /><br />No more pennies for the photo booth so I used my own camera.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305959363263219234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKN7b_2RiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TBGSzLmxz9s/s400/ST831454.JPG" border="0" />My aunt who is already an 'aunty' wanted to see how I would look like if I were an 'aunty' so here you go...<br /><br /><div>Jokes aside, the entire trip was truly wonderful in a family sense. Being in Singapore for 4 days, I realized how much I missed my family down South. Quoting one of my favourite songs, "every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure". </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305961297970393570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKPsDV-8eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wC_4H0A0ZRg/s400/ST831459.JPG" border="0" /><br />I love you guys so much!</div><br /><div>Well, another thing I discovered about Singapore is how clean it is. Not a piece of rubbish wherever I go. It almost felt weird as I come from the land of 'throw-your-garbage-everywhere'. I respect the cleanliness and civic-mindedness of Singaporeans so much that I... </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305962525078892738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVzoXDlbu4s/SaKQzercsMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LF9unpQLT-w/s400/ST831435.JPG" border="0" />...dressed up as a Singaporean rubbish bin!</div><br /><br /><div>I'll be back soon... </div></div></div></div>CALVIaNoRonaldo7http://www.blogger.com/profile/12673159816747504920noreply@blogger.com9