<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 10:18:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>We Are Our Biggest Enemy</title><description></description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-4321963679427426652</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T02:18:27.966-08:00</atom:updated><title>Enhancing Communication...Awareness and Acceptance</title><description>Good day Friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently just completed several camps where I got to meet with a lot of wonderful campers and resources. Thanks guys, it was great! Please rest while you still can and get ready for 2010. :) Be GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the key things which I have learnt and reinforced over the past weeks was that for better communication, it is not the tools that we use or the words which we say or how we say it. Rather it is how we start our conversation with the other party. And I found that the best way is to start with any conversation with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awareness of Self &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acceptance of Others&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness of Self puts us in a position whereby we become conscious of what we are doing. Instead of REACTING to what others are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into a conversation with "what is he going to say", "why is he talking to me this way", "oh no, not again..." Usually starts off the conversation on the wrong foot. This happens when we have perceived ideas of what is going to be said, how it is going to be said and how it is going to affect us...even though it may not be true. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's weird is that, somehow, we unconsciously make these perceived ideas come true, thus turning the conversation towards the wrong direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recall your last argument or quarrel. What were you thinking of even before the conversation started?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, Awareness of Self before and throughout the entire conversation is crucial. It gives you control over what you want to say, instead of allowing your EGO to take over and reacting all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second aspect to work on, is still SELF. It is on working on self to accepting the other person in the conversation. Acceptance of what the other person is saying, expressing and feeling. I suppose this would be the hardest to do, for anyone. However, it could also be the noblest thing one could ever do...not just for the other person, but for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you talk to someone that you dislike and still accept his/her ideas without prejudice and biasness? Can you talk to a stranger and still have the patience to listen, just as you would to your friends? Can you talk to your family members without bringing the past events into the present?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you would see, it all begins from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Effective communication is only possible if we put in the effort in the above two areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only hope that people who are in a tussle could realise this and come to a resolve through Self Awareness and Acceptance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-4321963679427426652?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/12/enhancing-communicationawareness-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-9162749984064145882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T04:07:15.608-08:00</atom:updated><title>Please Give Me Your Blog Addr For Relink. :)</title><description>Good day friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me your blog addr again for relink. Just redesigned my blog, however, lost every links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-9162749984064145882?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-give-me-your-blog-addr-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-8356007712681055530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T23:13:26.697-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hugging.</title><description>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to share a snippet of an interesting article that I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full story, please visit http://www.allthatwomenwant.com/hugging.htm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How to Hug. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                Hugging is a way of connecting with others, of showing your genuine                affection and appreciation, of valuing others, and of giving. All                of these are positive, healthy, life enhancing purposes. While hugging                is natural and we all know how to do it, I have put together some                guidelines to help make you a better hugger.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * Begin the hug with great eye contact. This communicates to the                receiver the spirit in which the hug is being given.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * Be present during the hug. Even if the hug is only for three seconds,                devote your total energy and focus on the person you are hugging.                Feel how good it feels to both give and receive.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * When you finish the hug and are pulling away, make great eye contact                again. This further blesses the receiver, and communicates a positive                feeling to them.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * A hug is not an opportunity to burp the other person! Be gentle.                This goes especially for the guys - a hug isn't the start of a wrestling                match either.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * Avoid the one-hip hug or the tee-pee hug. If you are going to                hug, do it right! (And this isn't an excuse, to make the hug overtly                sexual either - to the sexual harassment point above - unless, well,                that's another article!)&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * If you are much taller than the other person, bend your knees.                Make the hug comfortable and a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                * If you are hugging children, get on your knees and be at their                eye level. If they are small enough, pick them up to hug them.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                All of these guidelines are about making the hug a completely positive,                giving experience. As in many other things in our lives, when we                think about others, we can make better decisions. The same is true                for hugs - hug with the huggee in mind!&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hugging. Start with your loved ones. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-8356007712681055530?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/11/hugging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-7400582299887040660</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T09:06:44.874-08:00</atom:updated><title>Losing of the EGO is like falling in an endless pit.</title><description>Dear friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, CONGRATs for all who have completed the final lap of the year, EXAMS. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do remember, TAKE A BREAK and go have fun. :) You DESERVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my title...A realisation I gotten through my talk with someone important. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Losing of the EGO is like falling in an endless pit"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, what is EGO again? If your remember my last entries, EGO is creating an Identity with Something. Ego creates a perceived Self. Who we think we are. Or what we claim and believe that we are. It is like a "life role" that we assume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, we could assume certain attributes about ourself and say things like, "I am Strong", "I am Creative", "I am Special". And the most common EGO that you get to hear from people would be, "I am right" and "you are wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must first state that, there is nothing wrong with having EGOs. From the time we were born, our EGOs have served us so that we can "survive" up to today and we are able to function in the current environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when we assume our EGOs for too long, and forgotten our true self, goodness and essence, that is when, we LOSE OURSELF and problems start to arise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conflicts happen when we fight for what we identify as "right". Fights happen when we refuse to accept our own "wrongs". Wars start when we over identify with our ways as the only way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at the wars over the history of mankind. It has always started because of Super EGOs. Example, World War II was because of Hitler, genocide in Iraq and invasion of Kuwait by Saddam Hussein, genocide in Cambodia by Pol Pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, all is not lost. Once we are able to release our EGOs and start to believe in the true goodness in our true self, and our essence, we usually find ourselves achieving miraculous things that some times surprises even ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask yourself these questions. Weren't there moments when you were so impressed by yourself and what you do? How were you like during those moments? Isn't it true that those are the moments which you feel that you are supported by EVERYTHING around you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friends, those are the moments which I believe you are in touch with your true self and totally away from your EGO, or perceived self. And that's the reason why, you achieved greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During those moments, you perform at a level that is comparable to great people of human history like Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr, Mother Theresa, Confucius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That seed of greatness is within you...and everyone around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the wonderful news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sad news is this. To consciously be working on releasing our EGOs is terribly frightening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine this. To release your EGO can likened to releasing your Defense mechanism completely and exposing your vulnerability to the world? It is like, you are throwing away your survival skills which you have relied on from the day you were born. It is like putting your life in the hands of others, to become like a baby again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how scary it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that "falling in an endless pit" describes the feeling nicely. It is like letting go of something that you have been clinging on for dear life and suddenly, you decide to let go and just fall. While falling, the fear just keeps coming and gets stronger because you never know when your doom would come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AhhhHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, that's what we must face. That's the fear which we must learn to deal with, if we want to get in touch again with our true self and essence. And once you are in touch with that true self and essence, you find that your fears simply dissolve...All fear simply dissolve and you feel like you are not falling anymore...Rather, you feel like you are just floating...Likened to the feeling of a baby in the mother's womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most powerful thing is that, once you are in touch with your true self and essence. You discover that all along, there is no fear at all. That, you are always loved and supported. That the universe is always behind you. That everything that you need is already around you. You are grounded and present. And more importantly, you are in touch with Being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who or what is this being, you may ask...I can't say. But, the closest I can suggest is maybe this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT DEFINITIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christianity, when you release the EGO, I suppose that is when you are able to be truly in touch with God. Because, you are in touch with the goodness that is already planted in you from the day you were born. In touch with the love that has been bestowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Buddhism, it is a state of nothingness...Nirvana. Where you stop working on what is truly important in life and not what is transcient and meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that I have not confused you. However, I am truly excited at my realization today. Have embarked on this journey...Long and Arduous but worth every effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-7400582299887040660?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/11/losing-of-ego-is-like-falling-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-4969882905853812305</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T20:30:06.257-07:00</atom:updated><title>PSLE!!!</title><description>Dear friends who are taking PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will do great. Just remember, stay calm and relax. A relaxed mind and body would enable one to recall information better. Therefore, enough good quality rest and a healthy diet is important too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you have done your part and put in hard work for your PSLE. Do your best and great results will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-4969882905853812305?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/10/psle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-3449451282714968587</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T00:04:09.507-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Coming Exam Game!</title><description>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be short as I know that a lot of you would be busy with your exam preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only message which I would like to send out to you would be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look straight into the mirror, into that person that is staring back at you. Ask yourself this question..."Have I put in the deserving efforts to make sure I would do well for my exam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for 1 min...and listen to your gut, heart and mind. The answer would ensure a good result...if you follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all students...THE BEST for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-3449451282714968587?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-exam-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-6232894832110046466</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T22:09:30.182-07:00</atom:updated><title>Get Back Up Again...No Matter How Hard!</title><description>Dear Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share this wonderful video which has taught me a lot. I hope that this video would bring you great inspiration to facing any obstacles you may have now, or in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Of The World's Greatest Inspiration Of The Human Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J80ZFwHTK84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J80ZFwHTK84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-6232894832110046466?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-back-up-againno-matter-how-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-7987505408736198854</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T23:58:01.044-07:00</atom:updated><title>If Tomorrow Never Comes...</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this now, you should be listening to the song, "If Tomorrow Never Comes", playing in the background. Reason I put this song on is because of the wonderful meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two paragraphs which I found to be exceptionally touching and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That she's my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song, not just for your spouse or boy/girlfriend, but for anyone who you care and love. They would be your grandparents, your siblings, your children, your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask yourself this question,&lt;br /&gt;"Did I try in every way to show her every day that she's my only one"&lt;br /&gt;This would allow us to consciously put in effort to make every moment that we have with our loved ones a special day, to let them know that they are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, we may have to live with regrets as the song goes:&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I have experienced this before and the pain is terrible. We can never turn back time, nor to revive our loved ones. However what you can do is to work on NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell those you love, that you love them. Those that you care, that you care for them. And those who loves you, thank you. For at the end of the day, it is not your work that matters, or the amount of money you have that matters, or the number of properties you own that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is these people you love that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-7987505408736198854?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-2553909162932407937</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T09:01:08.191-07:00</atom:updated><title>A wonderful video to share - Dr Pausch on Oprah</title><description>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go through my blog history, you would notice that I wrote an article called Last Lecture, which was inspired by Dr Pausch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share this video clip whereby Dr Pausch gave his lecture on Oprah's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you would get something wonderful from this short 10 mins clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9ya9BXClRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9ya9BXClRw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-2553909162932407937?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/08/wonderful-video-to-share-dr-pausch-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-9150524324642395419</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T22:00:43.695-07:00</atom:updated><title>Power Of Kindness - Humility</title><description>Dear friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all of you are doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I have chanced upon another wonderful book (well, it was one month ago actually) called "The Power Of Kindess" by Piero Ferrucci, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychosynthesis" title="Psychosynthesis" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Psychosynthesis&lt;/a&gt; Practioner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book tells of all the amazing possibilities one can achieve through leading of a life of genuine kindness and it is divided into 19 parts or areas of Kindness, e.g. Empathy, Patience, Warmth, Honesty, Sense of Belonging, etc. Through which, Piero gave several intepretations and explanations on how Kindness would be able to "change" the world, both the world AROUND us...and the world INSIDE us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to start off this series of sharing based on the book, on the different aspect of Kindness and, share my feel about it. It would be great if I can get to hear from you too, and possibly, your own personal experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For today, I would like to touch on "Humility". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quoted from Piero's book, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Humility places us in a state where learning becomes possible. It gives us the taste of simplicity; and when we are simpler, we are also more genuine. Humility put into practice allows us to touch reality as it is...I am one among many, mortal and limited, a human beings among human beings. I do not have to prove myself superior to anyone. Others exist, each with their needs, their realities, their hopes and their dramas, and I am one among billions of people who exist on this planet..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without Humility, learning ceases. Once we start to say that we know enough, it is the the time we stopped learning. But more importantly, without Humility, we start to feel that we are superior as compared to others. We feel that we know more, we are better, we are smarter than others. And this is where problems arises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One very good example would be of teachers and their students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is known that teachers who are humble enough to know that they do not know everything, and that they, too, make mistakes are usually the teachers who are better accepted by students and well loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, teachers who uses their position and assume they know more things than the students, that they are "better", are usually those who are disliked by the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One personal experience that I can share now, is my Brazilian Jujitsu training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have Jaguar, a BJJ blackbelter, training us. And the entire class respects him thoroughly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT because of the fact that he can possibly kill us all with his techniques (which he can, especially since he trains and teaches for Mixed Martial Arts, Kickboxing and Capoeira.) And also not because his build is bigger than most of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class respects him because of his humility...even as our teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaguar would provide us with training and as best as he could, explanations about it. But he would always, and I mean, ALWAYS, assume there are better techniques than the ones he taught us, and ask us for our feedback/questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful that I have a teacher like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other teacher, Darren, is also similar. He is the Gym master who is well trained in many Arts. E.g. He is a blackbelter in Hapkido. And as a Hapkido blackbelter, he is considered a "Master". But, he never wants to be called a "Master". And when he is, he would always ask people not to do so, saying, "I, myself, am still learning. So, don't call me a master."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is so true. We are always learning. So how can we become a "Master" when we do not know EVERYTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As what Confucius said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ks.cn.yahoo.com/question/1307022205499.html" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" style="color: rgb(34, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;知之为知之,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ks.cn.yahoo.com/question/1307022205499.html" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" style="color: rgb(34, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51); font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;不知为不知&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ks.cn.yahoo.com/question/1307022205499.html" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" style="color: rgb(34, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;是知也&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you know that you know, let people know. So that people may be able to add on and you can learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you know that you don't know, let people know. So that people may be able to teach you and you can learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is called Knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, have humility and you get to learn and grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in other aspects of our lives, the same applies. Through humility, we get to build a stronger bond with others. It could be our friends, colleagues, loved ones, and family members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must accept that we can never know everything about a person, which is why, there is always something new to learn from them. And with humility, you know that you want to learn more, and NOT to compete with the other person WHO KNOWS MORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have humility, people accepts you better. Without humility, people will move away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, by Confucius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; "&gt;三人行必有我师&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are with others, there is a teacher amongst them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have humility, genuine respect for others will follow. And that respect would be returned in favour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-9150524324642395419?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-of-kindness-humility.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-5004255560711318434</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T20:55:52.595-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>forgive</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>superteens</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>self</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gratitude</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chemistry</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>honesty</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>heal</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gratification</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>super teen</category><title>Love Is A Behaviour...Feelings Come After The Behaviour.</title><description>The above title was taken from the 5 languages of love. And I felt that it was appropriate that I continued to add on to the previous two articles which I wrote based on this great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, it is said that love is a behaviour and it is this behaviour which creates the feeling. Yes, Love is a type of behaviour and choice that you make, and this choice would create the feeling of you being in love with the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that there is a feeling of being in love. Scientifically, it is proven that during the "In Love" period, three neurotransmitters of your brain are highly active, namely Adrenaline, Dopamine and Serotonin. These three work together and gives you a natural high, thus, the feeling of being "In Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this period of time, you see all the amazing things about your other half. And when you do see something which is wrong/not right, the phrase "love conquers all" comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the key thing to note that these reactions in the brain lasts for about 18 months. Following which, all the amazing things which your other half was doing suddenly seems to irritate you alittle. And all the things which were wrong/not right, suddenly seems to be sooooooooo WRONG. The way he sits, walks, talks. The way she answers, eat, sleep. Everything that you were "blind" to in the past, are now a pain in your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, it is earlier, some later. But the important thing to note is that, you can't rely on chemical reactions to keep a relationship going, just as you can't rely on enhancement drugs to better your performance in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you sustain this relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key word which I have learned would be COMMITMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has to start from the beginning of the relationship, to the day that we die. It is about commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g.&lt;br /&gt;"Will you stand by _______________, care for her, hold her in the highest regard and die with this love you have for her untarnished in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stand by _____________, care for him, hold him in the highest regard, and die with this love you have for him untarnished in your heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the above example of a wedding minister's script, it boils down to asking the wedding couple to make the decision about their holy matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this decision to last, it definitely takes COMMITMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, commitment to say that there is only this one way. Commitment to say that I WILL, MUST AND SHALL make this relationship work. Commitment to say that all the things which I do shall contribute towards making the relationship better and stronger...until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that, I have had the fortune of seeing relationships around me becoming stronger and stronger over the years, because of the same commitment both parties have for each other and their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have also seen relationships breaking apart simply because one or both parties have stopped committing to making their relationship work. They, so to speak, "forgot" about this commitment they have made and replaced it with other more important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you were to ask me, is there really the ONE for you out there? Well, my answer would be...You make that person you love, YOUR ONE. It is your choice. And if your other half has also made the same choice, then, I am sure your relationship would be great and grow through the years. This same commitment that you both have, is the ingredient to making each other, THE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, do be careful of your choice. :) Do not foolishly commit to a relationship when you already sense or know that your other half has one foot out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of this long article. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do hope to hear from you about your comments or questions. Please leave a message. BTW, please also register on the right. I will have more articles soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-5004255560711318434?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-behaviourfeelings-come-after.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-984435881566946288</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T00:46:29.757-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back..and boy, do I feel great.</title><description>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, really sorry that I hadn't been able to upload any articles over the past month or so due to work. I hope that all is great going in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update on my side. Was busying running camps after camps, and I am really really happy that the past weeks have gone so smoothly. Thanks to all the great staff and resources for making the trip so memorable. :) You are the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am back, it is only right that I make some changes to my blog and to update it. :) Thus, the first change you would notice is that I have changed the background to something of the lighter shade. Hope you like the simpler design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my first post after my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to write a bit more about the 5 languages of love again. :) Yes, you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You may ask. Well, reason being, I have experienced the benefits of this book personally through my one month's time overseas. And those who I have shared the book with have only good comments about it. I even had a friend who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;messaged&lt;/span&gt; me from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Indon&lt;/span&gt;esia (after I am back) that he is getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a great deal of value&lt;/span&gt; out of the book and thanked me for introducing him to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today, I hope that this little article would convince you to go get the 5 Languages of Love by Dr Gary Chapman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Language Of Love at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be wondering, "Wait a minute, Ken, what does the language of love have to do with work/school? I am not in love with anyone in my office/school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, Language of Love is not just for love relationship between spouse, couples and lovers. It is for ALL kinds of relationship. Between friends, colleagues, peers, employer/employer, acquaintance, relatives and family members. That relationship can be called "love" too, only at a different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, between you and your colleagues/schoolmates, it can be said that you have a relationship with them, and this relationship is based on "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it is based on love, then, the languages would definitely apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, the importance of understanding the languages is of utmost importance if you want to create a condusive working/studying environment that is productive and effective. And if you are holding a leadership role as a project leader, manager, employer, class chairperson, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel, if you were to be working in a team where your needs are met, and you are recognised for your skills, talents and contributions? How would your team members feel, if you too are able to see their good qualities and able to offer them the recognition they desire/deserve? I believe that in such an environment, your team is bound to produce excellent results and everyone is nurtured and can is 100% committed to making sure the entire project runs well and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you are working with a boss that is 100% critical of you. No matter what you do, you are criticised. No matter how much time and effort you put in, you are still not doing enough. And that no matter how many successful projects you complete, you are only remembered for those projects which you have failed in. In such an environment, I am sure that you would feel demoralised and barely have the energy to putting in your best for the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, for any organisation to perform at an optimum level, it is important that each and every team member's language is identified. And when recognitions is due, be awarded SINCERELY (very importantly, sincerely awarded) in the form which the team member would feel most nurtured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, you have two group members under your charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's language of love is Words of Affirmation and B's is Present/Gift. In understanding this, you would be a wise leader to award them the appropriate reward to recognise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, praise A on the wonderful work that he has done, or how his contributions has helped made the project successful. Nurture him through small talks where you can tell him how nice he looks with his tie, or he has good taste in clothes, etc. Remember, these must be done with sincerity. Don't do it as if you have programmed yourself to do so. Sincerity can be sensed, so is Insincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to note that a good leader must be direct and honest when it comes to giving feedback on inappropriate actions or poor performance.  BUT, it can still be done properly without condemnation, when it is done through "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If A needs a feedback session on his poor performance, you wouldn't want to say, "Look, your past few months' performance is really bad. You better pull up your socks or else, you're fired!" If you were to do that, A would most probably remember these words for a long long time, since his primary language is Words of Affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, you can do it in a manner where the same message is sent across in a caring and sincere manner. For example, "Hey, I have noticed that your performance at work has been declining. I have seen how you conducted your work before and I know you can do much better. I am worried. Is there something that is bothering you? Would you want to discuss about it at a suitable time so we can see how we can work it out together?" Asking in a genuine manner, and talking to A in such a manner would definitely be a better option, rather than jumping at him for no doing his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same can be done as with other language of love. To give feedback in the different languages, the following is possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gifts - a little card with a little message of reminder.&lt;br /&gt;2) A pat on the shoulder to show you are concerned (of course, recommended only when both are of the same sex.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Sitting down at a coffee joint and just chitchating about anything else other than work or project. Talk about that person and be present for that person.&lt;br /&gt;4) Offer to help a little when you know that person is overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless. While it takes effort (HEY, ALL RELATIONSHIP TAKES EFFORT), but, I am sure you would make the right decision for yourself and those you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this will prove useful for you in the long term. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I would like to leave you with a little phrase I thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Little Sincerity and Kindness Goes A Long Way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the language of love, imagine the impact you can make in a person's life. I know it did and still is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-984435881566946288?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/07/backand-boy-do-i-feel-great.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-5437225047600775952</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T07:23:12.084-07:00</atom:updated><title>Will be Away.</title><description>Dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the not updating with any articles lately as am currently going through the peak periods. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update you all real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, please take care of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-5437225047600775952?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-490893243539793657</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T10:57:30.255-07:00</atom:updated><title>Videos of Cambodia.</title><description>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the link to some videos I took of Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the bad quality though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/sengkiangkoh"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/sengkiangkoh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-490893243539793657?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/videos-of-cambodia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-5449382382567631243</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T04:07:23.476-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cambodia Pictures.</title><description>Dear Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded my pictures (part of it) to Facebook. The link is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=748362714#/album.php?aid=90420&amp;amp;id=592301045&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=748362714#/album.php?aid=90420&amp;amp;id=592301045&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=748362714#/album.php?aid=90420&amp;amp;id=592301045&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=748362714#/album.php?aid=90420&amp;amp;id=592301045&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Will upload more tonight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-5449382382567631243?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/cambodia-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-8123840419985606778</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-15T09:24:35.131-07:00</atom:updated><title>An Hour To Live, An Hour To Love.</title><description>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Dear Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I mentioned in my last blog, I would write something about the book "An Hour To Live, An Hour To Love" By Richard and Kristine Carlson. So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, I strongly recommend all to read this book. The message inside is truly meaningful and sets your thinking, whether we are chasing the right things in life and missing out on what's truly magical and important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little background into the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 years before the Richard's 18th wedding anniversary, he wrote a letter titled "An Hour To Live" and intended to give it to his wife during the anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the book started with this letter, where Richard expresses his feelings and thoughts for all the things which he is grateful for and blessed with, particularly the love that he and his wife, Kristine, shares. It was the most wonderful and memorable gift ever given to Kristine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, Richard passed away suddenly during a flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To continue his wishes and to spread his love, Kristine decided to complete this "book" with the second half called, "An Hour To Love". Thus the title, An Hour To Live, And Hour To love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall not divuldge too much about what was written. But, I would like to share Richard's favourite Poem, which is also included in the book. (Note: Poem seems to have two sources, which I can't verify. But in the book, it is said to be written by Norma Cornett Marek for her son, while I found sources which says it is written by Dr H Solomon. If you can confirm, please let me know which is accurate? Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DO GET THIS BOOK! You will love it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to Pris for introducing this great book to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;If I Knew or Tomorrow Never Comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I’d see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I would video tape each action and word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say “I love you,”&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:85%;"  &gt;For surely there’s always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:85%;"  &gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say “I love you,”&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there’s another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our “Anything I can do?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:85%;"  &gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;why not do it today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you’ll surely regret the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That you didn’t take that extra time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;and whisper in their ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;and that you’ll always hold them dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Take time to say “I’m sorry,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;“Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you’ll have no regrets about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-8123840419985606778?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/hour-to-live-hour-to-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-8502221830098526826</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T11:22:24.143-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dedicated To My Dad.</title><description>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few years of our lives have been filled with many challenges, emotionally, mentally and physically. But it was also because of all these challenges which showed me the love that my father has for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my mom is down with an illness which is called Cortical Basal Degeneration.  Basically, a portion of her brain is degenerating and affects her mind, and basically everything from her speech, balance to movement. Basically, nothing can be done to help her. Maybe just prayers after prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is heart-wrenching to see how the condition of my mom developed over the years. And my dad would probably be the most heartbroken of all, though he doesn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a typical conservative chinese from the post WW2 period. Tradition and non-expressive when it comes to feelings and emotions. I even remember times when the children asked him questions about his relationship with mom and he would start to turn "shy", laugh it off and put up his usual strong front again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talking to my dad about feelings and emotions would be quite tough for the entire family. In my whole life, I have only seen my dad cried once. That was when my grand father passed away in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I guess that since the time my mother's condition was diagnosed, and the few times when my mom suffered some major falls, my dad was crying inside his heart and was angry with himself for what is happening to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dad would take my mom to the toilet, help her with change of clothes, cook for and feed her, use the dryer to dry my mom's hair, wheel her around and support her in and out of the car. BUT, he is not doing this out of pity, sympathy or responsibility to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doing this out of love for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect my dad for that. He truly has an undying love for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must apologise that, at this point in time, I do not know how I would want to continue with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels like a random blabbering on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing which I hope for, for everyone reading this is that, that such love still exists. And there is such a person who would love you 100%, out there for you. You just need to put in effort to search for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, for the next post, I am inspired to write based on this book, "An Hour To Live, An Hour To Love", by the late Mr Richard Carlson. A friend of mine was sharing this story with me. So, just to set you thinking, if you know you have only one hour left to live in this world, who would you call? What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-8502221830098526826?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dedicated-to-my-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-7070663904363866418</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-14T10:14:49.640-07:00</atom:updated><title>5 Languages Of Love</title><description>Dear friends,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apologies that is has been such a long while since I blogged. But had been really tight with working on my book. Really excited about it and when it is out, I humbly ask for your support to help spread the word. Of course, it will be a great book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the topic of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, Pris introduced me to the "5 Languages Of Love" by Dr Gary Chapman and I found it really interesting. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of realisation from it. I would like you to read through and see what insights it gives you on relationship will your parents, your other half and those around you (I do consider those relationship to contain love too). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the snippet taken from Dr Gary's site. &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/learn.html"&gt;http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/learn.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(116, 56, 82); font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 24px; "&gt;Quality Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Quality time is more than mere proximity. It’s about focusing all your energy on your mate. A husband watching sports while talking to his wife is NOT quality time. Unless all of your attention is focused on your mate, even an intimate dinner for two can come and go without a minute of quality time being shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Quality conversation is very important in a healthy relationship. It involves sharing experiences, thoughts, feelings and desires in a friendly, uninterrupted context. A good mate will not only listen, but offer advice and respond to assure their mate they are truly listening. Many mates don’t expect you to solve their problems. They need a sympathetic listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Whether it’s sitting on the couch and having a brief conversation or playing together in a tennis league, quality time is a love language that is shared by many. Setting aside focused time with your mate will ensure a happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(116, 56, 82); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Receiving Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Some mates respond well to visual symbols of love. If you speak this love language, you are more likely to treasure any gift as an expression of love and devotion. People who speak this love language often feel that a lack of gifts represents a lack of love from their mate. Luckily, this love language is one of the easiest to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;These gifts need not to come every day, or even every week. They don’t even need to cost a lot of money. Free, frequent, expensive, or rare, if your mate relates to the language of receiving gifts, any visible sign of your love will leave them feeling happy and secure in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(116, 56, 82); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sometimes simple chores around the house can be an undeniable expression of love. Even simple things like laundry and taking out the trash require some form of planning, time, effort, and energy. Just as Jesus demonstrated when he washed the feet of his disciples, doing humble chores can be a very powerful expression of love and devotion to your mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It is important to do these acts of service out of love and not obligation. A mate who does chores and helps out around the house out of guilt or fear will inevitably not be speaking a language of love, but a language of resentment. It’s important to perform these acts out of the kindness of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Demonstrating the acts of service can mean stepping out of the stereotypes. Acts of service require both mates to humble themselves into doing some chores and services that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t usually expected from their gender. However, these little sacrifices will mean the world to your mate, and will ensure a happy relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(116, 56, 82); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Many mates feel the most loved when they receive physical contact from their partner. For a mate who speaks this love language loudly, physical touch can make or break the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;All marriages will experience crisis. In these cases, physical touch is very important. In a crisis situation, a hug can communicate an immense amount of love for that person. A person whose primary love language is physical touch would much rather have you hold them and be silent than offer any advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It is important to remember that this love language is different for everyone. What type of touch makes you feel secure is not necessarily what will make your partner happy. It is important to learn each other’s dialects. That way you can make the most of your hugging, kissing, and other physical contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Now, at this point, the key questions that I would like to pose to you would be this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;If you can choose 2 out of the 5, which 2 would it be that you NEED most from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And which are the 2 you give?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I shall not explain too much. But I will just leave you with some more questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;1)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If your 2 needs and the other's 2 gives doesn't match, what may happen? What needs to be done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;2)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Gotta go. Am really tired. Just spent 5 hours on my book at Mac Donald's and it is already 1am. But, I am really happy. :) I have received good comments from Ernest on how to improve on my books. So implementing them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Next, would be to work on a title for my book. Something with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OOOMPH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. And, after chatting with DD, some crazy titles came into my mind. :) great! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Well, good night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodyText" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-7070663904363866418?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-languages-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-2056236857721468167</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-11T21:11:02.336-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>subjects</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>superteens</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>koh seng kiang</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>training</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ken koh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>superteen</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>super teen</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learning Mastery</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationship</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kenkoh</category><title>Subjects Of Love</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, this article spun off from a conversation which I have had with my friends in indon last year. During which, I had a crazy "philopsophy" on the topic love, and how to find the right partner. It is called the Science of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For you to find someone that you love and loves you, it is important that both must share similarities in the following Subjects of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are in love, there would be a special chemical reaction in your brain which makes you feel in love. Well, I can't put my finger on it, but different people feels differently when they are in love. And you would be able to sense it yourself. BUT point to note, research done has shown that this chemical reaction in your brain lasts about 18 months. Which would explain why 18 months is a "make it or break it" point for a lot of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, while you will feel that everything is "magical" during the so called "honeymoon" period, but do remember to ground yourself in case you make irrational decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you able to emit similar energy that attracts each other? Are you able to feel the same frequency with the other person, and able to communicate at the same wavelength? If you have heard of the Law of Attraction, you would understand Like Attracts Like. What you would be looking for is a balance of energy between you and your other half. Just like Yin and Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long distance relationship almost never work out. And this is strongly advised against by the two love gurus, Dr John Gray and Dr Barbara De Angelis. Reason being, in a relationship, it is the PRESENCE that matters, not the presents. Most of long distance relationship are found to never work out. So, if you have someone in mind, and that person is going to be overseas soon, rethink your decision to starting a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having shared similar past experiences or activities is always a way for building stronger connections with your other half. It is easier to understand and talk to each other. And because you have went through something similar, you will find it easier to related to each other.&lt;br /&gt;For a relationship to be strong, having gone through various UPS and DOWNS in life and coming out of it together is impertinent. Remember, UPS and DOWNS. There are some people who will only be with you during your good times, but when your bad times come, they disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way you think, process information and how you perceive this world you strongly affect the relationship. If a couple are both open to new ideas, then, communication becomes easier, and the channel is smooth. But if one is closed up, and the other tries to barge into the world, challenges arises, and unless the mindset is changed, it is almost impossible to reconcile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, humans will still have instinctive needs. Therefore, the biological needs plays a key part in a healthy relationship too. The other aspect of biology would be age. A 40 year old man, matched with a 25 year old woman may sound like a wonderful match. But there may be times where the man would not be able to keep up to the woman. E.g. the 25 year old woman may be involved in higher energy activities, such as dancing, sports. But the 40 year old man may not be able to sustain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International language is love...or so they say. But when you are unable to communicate with the other person, or unable to understand your other half, frustration arises. And it builts up.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the anguish that can happen if your other half speaks a completely different language from you, and can only understand 10-30% of what you are saying. How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just an article that I feel is interesting to share. Something that I have in my mind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment and discuss with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3230841367966150720-2056236857721468167?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/02/subjects-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-6551736040611883264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T01:23:23.777-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pushing limits</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>koh seng kiang</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>determination</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ken koh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>super teen</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learning Mastery</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bruce lee</category><title></title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I would like to share this snippet from a book (which Ernest has kindly passed to me) where I read about my Idol, Bruce Lee. Really inspirational especially during times when we feel that "we can't" anymore. Use this little story to remind yourself and to push yourself, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Stirling Silliphant (a student of Lee's) relates an interesting story that perfectly  embodies Lee's attitude toward progressive resistance in cardiovascular training,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;as well as his refusal to let a person-in this case Silliphant -underestimate his own physical potential: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We'd run the three miles in twenty, one or twenty, two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six,and,a,half minutes per mile]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So this morning he said to me "We're going to go five." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I said, "Bruce, I can't go five. I'm a helluva lot older than you are, and I can't do five." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He said, "When we get to three, we'll shift gears and it's only two more and you'll do it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I said "Okay, hell, I'll go for it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I'm okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I'm tired, my heart's pounding, I can't go any more and so I say to him, "Bruce if I run any more, "-and we're still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;running-"if I run any more I'm liable to have a heart attack and die." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He said, "Then die." It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I said, you know, '''Why did you say that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He said, "Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or any, thing else, it'll spread over into the rest of your life. It'll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Taken from "The Art Of Expressing The Human Body")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So, when things seem daunting, and times are bad. Or when you seem helpless or ready to give up...remember, it is just a Plateau. PUSH BEYOND THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-6551736040611883264?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-friends-i-would-like-to-share-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-15417052358089393</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T00:32:51.076-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>koh seng kiang</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gratitude</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>honesty</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gratification</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>superteen</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>super teen</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Learning Mastery</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hurt</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>trainer</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kenkoh</category><title>New Earth Inspiration - Flapping Ducks</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Some of you may be curious to read the title, Flapping Ducks. Well, just a little something (yet profound) which I would like to share with you, something that I learnt from the wonderful book, A New Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;In the book, Mr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Eckhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tolle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; wrote on his observations on ducks. He noted that immediately after two ducks finishes a fight, they would swim away in separate directions, flap their wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;vigorously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; and then float around as if nothing has happened. And he explained that through flapping their wings, the ducks were able to release all the negative energy that was built up during the fight and they do it immediately. So, the ducks are able to revert to the calm state almost immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Imagine, how wonderful it would be if we can do the same. But alas...alot of us can't do it. Or rather, we "chose" not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Everyday of our lives, we face challenges, quarrels or fights and huge amounts of negative energy and emotions are built up within us. And more often than not, we keep that energy in us and that energy grows, to the point of hurting us in the end. Question to ponder over, is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Of course not. But the strange thing is, the one who allows the hurt to grow and to build up, is none other than ourselves. It is we that who are not willing to forgive, to let go and to forget. Why? It all goes back to our EGO, the identification with things, whether tangible or intangible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Think about it, unless involves the safety and future of another, a fight (either emotionally, physically or verbally) is usually started because we feel that something is right and we are defending it against another. It is usually started because of a clash of what you believe in, and what the other party believes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"It's mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"You're wrong." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"That's not true." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"I am correct."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"I don't agree with that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"I am offended."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"What're you talking about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"That's absurd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Oh, why can't you shut up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And to make matters worse, even after when the fight is finished, your mind still holds the scenes of the fight, repeating it in your mind, again and again and again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Recall...all the fights you have ever had...and you would see that this is so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But the question is...Is what you think truly right? Is what the other person says, truly wrong? How certain are you? Could it be possible that, there could be flaws in your own ideas? Could it be possible that, there could be truth in the other person's thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;And unless you are arguing about the natural laws of life (like gravity, heat, earth revolving around the sun, aging, etc), can you really be so certain that your way is the right way? And if not, is there truly a need for the fight in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;What I would just like to ask, is it worth getting upset, hurt, angry or sad just to win an argument or fight? Is it worth hurting and upsetting another just to get your point across? If it doesn't hurt anyone, wouldn't it be better to just turn your back and leave the fight? And if the fight has already happened, wouldn't it be better to just be like the ducks, flap yours wings, clear all the negative energy and just move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;What is more important? Your health or your EGO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-15417052358089393?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-earth-inspiration-flapping-ducks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-7861969128053737054</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T08:42:27.874-08:00</atom:updated><title>What I Have For Supper After My Training.</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Food Post again. hahaha. Well, some would be wondering how I still manage to keep my body in shape with sooooooo much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is, I exercise quite a bit. So, my workout rate, burn rate, outweighs my calorie intake rate. I am a food lover, and that is why, I exercise so much. haha. So I can eat MORE. Doesn't really makes sense, but it works for me. :) And it keeps me healthy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the weird hours of my training (which starts around 6.45), I usually take dinner very early (around 4.30) or skip it completely if I had a late lunch. And after 2-3 hours of training, I would definitely be hungry. So, usually, I would head down to Rochor Beancurd (which is weird, as it is found along Selegie Rd...I don't get it...haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Famous Signboard. With The Bean Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7FkH8FBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uxtxmxwZR1w/s1600-h/Image200018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7FkH8FBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uxtxmxwZR1w/s400/Image200018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205722989630482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Supper Cum Dinner for the night. :)&lt;br /&gt;Beancurd, Soya Bean Milk and You Tiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7E7mFcQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0ITimNoZhZ8/s1600-h/Image200015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7E7mFcQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0ITimNoZhZ8/s400/Image200015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205712110219522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, alittle more about the food.&lt;br /&gt;The Youtiao is definitely the best I have ever had in Singapore. It is soft and fluffy, with just the right amount of crisp. Unlike others, which are just too crispy and makes you feel like you are eating biscuits instead of Youtiao. But warning, it can be really FILLING.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the things I also like about Youtiao is the way it is cooked. You can just split it and share with your friends. What a way to build relationship. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soya bean's sweetness and taste is just nice. Thick enough and exceptionally nice if warm. Drinking it cold would only dilute the taste. (My own preference though.) Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7Euyy64I/AAAAAAAAAYM/cA2yltAmuXQ/s1600-h/Image200012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7Euyy64I/AAAAAAAAAYM/cA2yltAmuXQ/s400/Image200012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205708673870722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to show you beancurd. Well, to me, I can't really tell the difference. People would tell me it is smoother, thicker, softer, etc etc. But to me, it taste the same. So, I shall not comment too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7E6xY7gI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xXosdLFv5aA/s1600-h/Image200014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7E6xY7gI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xXosdLFv5aA/s400/Image200014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205711889198594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Favourite way of eating Youtiao. It is just like the OREO advert. Only longer, and easier to DUNK.&lt;br /&gt;So you SPLIT (But PLEASE SKIP the licking part), DUNK, SOAK and EAT.&lt;br /&gt;HEAVENLY! haha. When you have the taste of the warm beancurd and youtiao in the mouth. As you bite, the liquid just spreads out in your mouth. YUMMY. I am salivating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7FMILNBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FVuHHKnGVTI/s1600-h/Image200017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7FMILNBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FVuHHKnGVTI/s400/Image200017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288205716548170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, that's all for my supper. :)&lt;br /&gt;For those who are coming to Singapore, or are keen to ask for any type of food, or have any wonderful recommendations, please let me know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-7861969128053737054?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-have-for-supper-after-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWN7FkH8FBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uxtxmxwZR1w/s72-c/Image200018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-5499755755349213003</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T09:02:04.384-08:00</atom:updated><title>Guess Who Is This Ninja.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a pic that I must definitely show. It is sooo adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Took it with my wonderful C902 Camera. And the model is...Guess.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI7zqojheI/AAAAAAAAAXU/v4_hek258i8/s1600-h/Image200009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI7zqojheI/AAAAAAAAAXU/v4_hek258i8/s400/Image200009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287854671290140130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mysterious Ninja K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No price for accurate guesses, but fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clue...this person can be found in my list of blogging kakis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next, I must show you M DD, which stands for Mini DD. This is the Xmas present from DD. haha. She is a really sweet girl. :) Blessing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI70IiXbCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vimqYIDWMAQ/s1600-h/Image200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI70IiXbCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/vimqYIDWMAQ/s400/Image200011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287854679317244962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-5499755755349213003?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who-is-this-ninja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI7zqojheI/AAAAAAAAAXU/v4_hek258i8/s72-c/Image200009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-7229830374004345629</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T08:54:08.347-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dessert Part Two... hehehe.</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Another Dessert Post. haha. Well, this time round, was at Hougang Mall. And after lunch, Daphne and I went for Dessert. Actually, we were already VERY FULL, but heck, why miss out on good food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Initially, we wanted to just order one each...but...ended with two each. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We had Orh Nee (Yam Paste), Xing Ren Hu (Almond Paste), Mango Sago with Pomelo and Pumpkin Cake. (Apologies for the lousy photo quality.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3NV4Cr1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Bg9_WMbalig/s1600-h/Image200003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3NV4Cr1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Bg9_WMbalig/s400/Image200003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849614836412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, Pumpkin Cake. Usually, Daphne explained why she liked this so much. She said that it was because, we usually find Carrot Cake, and this is like the only stall that has Pumpkin Cake (which is very true). You should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3OnCuq2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ecy72g4h9gs/s1600-h/Image200007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3OnCuq2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ecy72g4h9gs/s400/Image200007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849636624509794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, is the Almond Paste (warm). Thick (as you can see) and fragrant. The taste would linger in your mouth for a while. Best of all, the sweetness is just nice. :) Good for those who don't like desserts which are too sweet. (like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3OJzDOFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/i6OUJybt-5M/s1600-h/Image200006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3OJzDOFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/i6OUJybt-5M/s400/Image200006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849628774119506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mango Sago with Pomelo. Now, this is comparable, if not better than Ah Chew. 1) The mango pieces are bigger and 2) the mango taste is stronger. Good. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3N0cjZnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/unfcLb7GD_M/s1600-h/Image200005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3N0cjZnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/unfcLb7GD_M/s400/Image200005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849623042614898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, Orh Nee. Well, you can pass on this one. I find that it is just average. The taste of the Pumpkin is alittle bland. The Gingko nuts are just a few (just around 4-5). I suppose you can get similar Orh Nee from Hawker Centers at a lower price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3NrsGNrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DkPS4EUYSmg/s1600-h/Image200004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3NrsGNrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DkPS4EUYSmg/s400/Image200004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849620691891890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Overall, a no frill simple dessert stall that is for the masses. Try it only when you have the time, or when you pass by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-7229830374004345629?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dessert-part-two-hehehe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SWI3NV4Cr1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Bg9_WMbalig/s72-c/Image200003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230841367966150720.post-2835121006239312699</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T07:38:07.135-08:00</atom:updated><title>Photos Part 3</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVziufbFWHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/G2JrxYYh--w/s1600-h/Image200019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf_zHGtrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vB3V0PJ8y6w/s1600-h/Image200010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our second trip to Medan. And because the airport is so interesting, I decided to show you what the inside looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is what the luggage collection area looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVSHkby_I/AAAAAAAAARM/AwXt5a3GwYM/s1600-h/Image00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVSHkby_I/AAAAAAAAARM/AwXt5a3GwYM/s400/Image00003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334569872346098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVR94TaaI/AAAAAAAAARE/IJYQmP76iUk/s1600-h/Image00002.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVR94TaaI/AAAAAAAAARE/IJYQmP76iUk/s400/Image00002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334567271328162" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After we reached, we went for the BEST Duck Noodles in Medan. And it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVS354fSI/AAAAAAAAARU/-cwwIF0lJWg/s1600-h/Image00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVS354fSI/AAAAAAAAARU/-cwwIF0lJWg/s400/Image00005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334582847208738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The boss of the place cooking. Look at his intensity and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVTOi5kEI/AAAAAAAAARc/NFgGjREV8_Q/s1600-h/Image00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVTOi5kEI/AAAAAAAAARc/NFgGjREV8_Q/s400/Image00007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334588924825666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is the soup/stew that is boiled with Duck meat and Bones. Traditional way of cooking with Charcoal. The soup was really rich and thick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVTtkltNI/AAAAAAAAARk/3Z-xR_QvTRs/s400/Image00008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286334597253412050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And served dry, with soup. And a bowl of deep fried Garlic is provided. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzXbq9BFGI/AAAAAAAAARs/9cOBmRRjIaU/s1600-h/Image00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzXbq9BFGI/AAAAAAAAARs/9cOBmRRjIaU/s400/Image00013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286336933012771938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzXb7My7pI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z9hKeFRXTkc/s400/Image00010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286336937373920914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzXcHKN6xI/AAAAAAAAAR8/K_ljzFhL9QY/s400/Image00011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286336940584332050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After arriving in JKT, we had Ah Chai Noodles. Below are the pics of the stall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The dirtier the place, the tastier the food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf_zHGtrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vB3V0PJ8y6w/s1600-h/Image200010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf_zHGtrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vB3V0PJ8y6w/s400/Image200010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346349770880690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The dish washing area is just next to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf_UlRgAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/a1xUwLqCru0/s1600-h/Image200008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf_UlRgAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/a1xUwLqCru0/s400/Image200008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346341575917570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, fresh meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf-wwyf5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/USdZgsd6cUI/s1600-h/Image200005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf-wwyf5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/USdZgsd6cUI/s400/Image200005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346331960541074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This chef was really good with his wok. Very skilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf-AIG2TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WL3QqKS2tiQ/s1600-h/Image200003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf-AIG2TI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WL3QqKS2tiQ/s400/Image200003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346318905006386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preparing the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf9yDKfZI/AAAAAAAAATs/oW1n9AWcbBM/s1600-h/Image200002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzf9yDKfZI/AAAAAAAAATs/oW1n9AWcbBM/s400/Image200002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346315126177170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Verdict. The food was delicious. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, below were taken on the second day in JKT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DD using my computer just before we met Yenny for lunch at HACHI HACHI..She had her favourite...hahaha. After which, we went for Resource briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZLP35qyI/AAAAAAAAASE/6HxPKK96cJ8/s1600-h/Image00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZLP35qyI/AAAAAAAAASE/6HxPKK96cJ8/s400/Image00015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286338849888906018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After briefing, took a picture with Tara, who just had a School Year Book photo taken and was still in her dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzcDn8f0NI/AAAAAAAAASs/vufkoVIMvL8/s400/Image100002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286342017446564050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the night of 17th, we went out with Yenny to celebrate Selvia's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZLQUMXfI/AAAAAAAAASM/vA-KVdmP28I/s1600-h/Image00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZLQUMXfI/AAAAAAAAASM/vA-KVdmP28I/s400/Image00016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286338850007571954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had to sit/squat throughout the dinner. haha. Couldn't feel our legs after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZL2tdOpI/AAAAAAAAASU/B4zdJl3nPD0/s1600-h/Image00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZL2tdOpI/AAAAAAAAASU/B4zdJl3nPD0/s400/Image00019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286338860314081938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nice spread of Sundanese food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdFcVbQpI/AAAAAAAAATE/JlSBHNZeaOY/s1600-h/Image00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdFcVbQpI/AAAAAAAAATE/JlSBHNZeaOY/s400/Image00026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343148201263762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdr3tLAbI/AAAAAAAAATk/zLIfodSj2rU/s400/Image00028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343808383648178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdEiQqkvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pzenEf3I0hk/s1600-h/Image00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdEiQqkvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pzenEf3I0hk/s400/Image00025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343132612039410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdEBhddaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kN7SjcqYcrk/s1600-h/Image00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdEBhddaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/kN7SjcqYcrk/s400/Image00029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343123824113058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Selvia and Yenny posing as Herbivores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzZL_qN_kI/AAAAAAAAASc/9eBWqb_Cr48/s400/Image00030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286338862716419650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peter and myself messing around with the Fish Head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdrT9VccI/AAAAAAAAATc/hPFc6EAVS_8/s1600-h/Image00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdrT9VccI/AAAAAAAAATc/hPFc6EAVS_8/s400/Image00031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343798787764674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdrJd8WDI/AAAAAAAAATU/1KJVd3CWl3M/s1600-h/Image00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzdrJd8WDI/AAAAAAAAATU/1KJVd3CWl3M/s400/Image00032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343795971741746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That ends the part before JKT camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Below are taken after the camp, before Medan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Klaudia. She is such a nice girl. Very sensible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzitH6nAUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/anmmvO6QLnY/s1600-h/Image200015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzitH6nAUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/anmmvO6QLnY/s400/Image200015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286349327472984386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at our eye bags. haha. Tired but enriched after the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzitiV4bFI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gVbNXh3xSBo/s400/Image200017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286349334566693970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVziufbFWHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/G2JrxYYh--w/s1600-h/Image200019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVziufbFWHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/G2JrxYYh--w/s400/Image200019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286349350963075186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ran into the Surabaya resources at the Airport. Great bunch of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVziuMQxo8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/cjfXdf8oBKY/s1600-h/Image100005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVziuMQxo8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/cjfXdf8oBKY/s400/Image100005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286349345819567042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzitH6nAUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/anmmvO6QLnY/s1600-h/Image200015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;End of part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;One more part to go. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230841367966150720-2835121006239312699?l=kenkohklan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kenkohklan.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos-part-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ken Koh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDE7-FDOhtU/SVzVSHkby_I/AAAAAAAAARM/AwXt5a3GwYM/s72-c/Image00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>