<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:11:02.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Schatz! Das war's in Deutschland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-4710978264888409297</id><published>2008-03-29T07:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:20:46.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>29 March 2008</title><content type='html'>yea i am really sorry for not being able to update my bog regularly, because i was way too busy with my school work and stuff like that. You see, first year should usually be easy for most people, but my first year is a little tough. Firstly, i have more or less forgotten the most fundamental stuff that should have remembered when i was in Junior College. Secondly, everything is taught in german! i need to go back home to read through the lecture notes in order to know what would be taught and shat can i avoid reading up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i kindda miss church. I could still remember the days when i would be there at around 8am in the morning just to queue up for my cell group members, meeting Siew Peng up to buy birthday gifts for our cell group members who are having birthdays, meeting friends up in Changi Airport for breakfast and stuff like that. these are things i can never have it back anymore. They are what reminds me of the days that we had when we shifted to expo. Many of my friends are now in different cell groups from me, Siew Peng is now a cell group leader, and i am no longer in Singapore together with my cell group members. However, we have to move on. Such beautiful memories only add to the collection of memories i had in city harvest. I could still remember the days when we were still in Jurong West, when all we could do after service was to go straight to this 911 Coffee Shop for fellowshipping. oh well, life has to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy in class. i mean, even though i'd spent 2 years in the army, i could still pick up maths just as fast as to where i have left it off. I am in fact teaching my friends in class, especially those who are yet to see the logic behind why are they doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-4710978264888409297?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4710978264888409297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=4710978264888409297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4710978264888409297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4710978264888409297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2008/03/29-march-2008.html' title='29 March 2008'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-5392328789288148328</id><published>2008-02-24T11:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:46:20.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kelsey Briggs Story.   (Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uWow42TCwzg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uWow42TCwzg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a true story about child abuse.. i cant believe people can do this to their own child. i mean, what a sweetheart! I will never treat my own children this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, if u are wondering why am i not udating my blog this few days, i am terribly sorry because i am preparing stuff to start up my german version of my blog. I will update it more often when the german one is up ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-5392328789288148328?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5392328789288148328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=5392328789288148328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5392328789288148328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5392328789288148328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2008/02/kelsey-briggs-story-original.html' title='The Kelsey Briggs Story.   (Original)'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-2137994388800392405</id><published>2008-02-18T10:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:28:40.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>想想父母親再聽聽羅文裕的歌---我有多久沒有對你說我愛你MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fK5GJJsxRcg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fK5GJJsxRcg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this song is truely amazing.. a very touching song about the love of our parents and its so beautiful, because  Wing managed to really put in the love that he wants to tell his parents in this song... he wrote on his blog that his father passed away 8 years ago, but he still want to dedicate this song to him... man, such a filial son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-2137994388800392405?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2137994388800392405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=2137994388800392405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2137994388800392405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2137994388800392405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2008/02/mv.html' title='想想父母親再聽聽羅文裕的歌---我有多久沒有對你說我愛你MV'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-432340432481289914</id><published>2007-12-30T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:18:10.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>301207</title><content type='html'>most of u who know me will finally that i have finally blogged... yes yes.. i know that i should have updated my blog more often, but i have been pretty busy these few days. I have been preparing for my examinations which is like coming next month and alot of horrible stuff that i have to settle. Besides, my friend came over to visit me over here in Germany, so i really do not have time to blog at all. However, for those who have been waiting for me to blog, here i am once again, ready to blog about anything and everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting my german version of the blog starting from next year onwards. it will totally in german, so i will be using the blog to really brush up on my german, especially when i am going to study in German. I mean, its good for my german too right? For those who are interested in learning german, do pop by to my new german blog someday ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent one of my best 10 days in germany with my very very old secondary school buddy. She came over here for only 10 days, but i felt that the 10 days was like one of the best 10 days i have ever had. Only the time with her had i realized, that i am actually more fun loving than i think i am. I thank GOD for this wisdom, but i really wanna use this wonderful gift to touch more and more people. I mean, life is short. Instead of trying to procrastinate, why not put a smile on someone's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see everyone in Singapore. Its like, i miss everyone so much. Dont think that i am a beast ok, as in , those who do not even bother to remember faces one...We shall meet each other soon, i mean those who even bother to remember who am i...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-432340432481289914?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/432340432481289914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=432340432481289914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/432340432481289914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/432340432481289914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/12/301207.html' title='301207'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-7024767906449543162</id><published>2007-12-09T09:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:48:31.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LIVE IN SINGAPURA the MTV version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check this video out...all about singapore, the funny version by hossan leong:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-7024767906449543162?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7024767906449543162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=7024767906449543162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7024767906449543162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7024767906449543162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-live-in-singapura-mtv-version.html' title='WE LIVE IN SINGAPURA the MTV version'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-6693370457492893631</id><published>2007-12-03T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:57:38.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My room...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take some pictures, u know, entertain myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1QiemrcDVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uPXSomANi3c/s1600-R/IMGP1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1QiemrcDVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FTbVi6gqc8k/s320/IMGP1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139770983910739282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the scenery everyday at about 1615. Before you know it, the sky is totally pitch dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qi42rcDWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mLUPUJIiwyA/s1600-R/IMGP1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qi42rcDWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YopwpI9lm_M/s320/IMGP1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139771434882305378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No fridge? No problem! That was why GOD created winter!! hahaz! Have you noticed that I have left all my food outside? All I need to worry about is whether I need to thaw the food in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qjx2rcDXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7huEU2Csmu4/s1600-R/IMGP1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qjx2rcDXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_-dt5SdLt8k/s320/IMGP1913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139772414134848882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skyping with my parents.. Well, our web cams weren't working for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qkj2rcDYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DdcY6FOKzrQ/s1600-R/IMGP1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qkj2rcDYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1g7_GvzAqUs/s320/IMGP1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139773273128308098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No TV? and no money to buy one? Watch on Computer lah!! hahaz... I bought this USB adaptor so that i can watch TV on my computer... Cool yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1QlJGrcDZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hky5IqQviRo/s1600-R/IMGP1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1QlJGrcDZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l99PSMwWAYc/s320/IMGP1914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139773913078435218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gift from a friend from me.. One of the best gifts I can get, and one of the really heavy ones too.. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qmq2rcDaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8GhPJIzC70c/s1600-R/IMGP1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1Qmq2rcDaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ILlsWxbktlM/s320/IMGP1912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139775592410647970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who says that wine is expensive and only for the rich and wealthy? Yea, I know that wine in Singapore can easily cost about 20 sing dollar for one bottle, but wine is never that expensive... This wine is from France and it costs only 1.60€( 3.20sing dollar).. No wonder the Europeans are able to come up with this idea of bathing in wine...heez.. Anyway, if you want to really try out the different kind of Wines in the world, come to Germany...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-6693370457492893631?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6693370457492893631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=6693370457492893631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6693370457492893631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6693370457492893631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-room.html' title='My room...'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R1QiemrcDVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FTbVi6gqc8k/s72-c/IMGP1908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-6208343563708893432</id><published>2007-12-01T00:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:59:17.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CHC Announcement 16-17 June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uFxGNrJklk4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uFxGNrJklk4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really like this advertisement from our church!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-6208343563708893432?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6208343563708893432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=6208343563708893432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6208343563708893432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6208343563708893432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/12/chc-announcement-16-17-june.html' title='CHC Announcement 16-17 June'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-3940136112938242570</id><published>2007-11-24T12:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:42:06.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My pressies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes.. I received my presents two days ago from my beloved cell group members!! I cant wait to show them to the whole world because the things that they sent me are like the biggest surprise in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually celebrated my birthday this year alone. I tried to call up my friends in Germany to celebrate it with me but everyone seems to be so busy, so i just have to celebrate it alone in my room.. I have actually forgotten about my birthday until my dad managed to send me a birthday card all the way from home without me knowing it.. That surprises me too!! However, my happiness came to a standstill when i know that i cant really celebrate my birthday like how i would celebrate it in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to remember the wonderful birthday party i've got last year in Changi. You know, reading my cards in Germany and remembering the days on my 21st birthday. The cakes, the people, everyone... I tried to be happy on that day lar... hahaz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received my parcel when i was doing my studies. I thought that it could be something for Christmas, because Christmas is just round the corner. AS i opened the box, i'd found out that IT WAS FOR MY BIRTHDAY!! I almost cried!! hahaz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the pictures i took with my pressies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136367591526373906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R0gLHGDCGhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lFsuyERJ4zg/s320/IMGP1896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136369580096231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R0gM62DCGiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JULwajGJPbI/s320/IMGP1897.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yea, i really like this shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136369906513746482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R0gNN2DCGjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0JQNhd6tuxw/s320/IMGP1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Gym shirt is for working out...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136370271585966658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R0gNjGDCGkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZDspXpnHGjk/s320/IMGP1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haha!! So gay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna thank everyone who made this possible for me!! Just to let you all know that you all have really blessed my life here. To me, to remember a birthday is one of the most important thing in my life... Thank you all guys once again.. You know who you are...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-3940136112938242570?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3940136112938242570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=3940136112938242570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/3940136112938242570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/3940136112938242570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-pressies.html' title='My pressies!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R0gLHGDCGhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lFsuyERJ4zg/s72-c/IMGP1896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-7940077389649550636</id><published>2007-11-15T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:06:49.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to the post on 051107</title><content type='html'>According to chee yong, he feels that i have to be grateful to my dearest shift mates( i have already written that one in!!!) and to the one who has been sleeping with me... Chee yong, you happy now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am very happy for that birthday party...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-7940077389649550636?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7940077389649550636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=7940077389649550636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7940077389649550636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7940077389649550636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-post-on-051107.html' title='to the post on 051107'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-6941611639406931845</id><published>2007-11-15T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:48:14.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>The time of snowing has finally arrived. I was so thrilled when i saw the snow. I couldny help it but take my camera together with me to take some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxpLLorErI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZSu3ht10DWE/s1600-h/IMGP1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxpLLorErI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZSu3ht10DWE/s320/IMGP1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133093316118385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The playground outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/Rzxpb7orEsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jE3wlLu6Ij8/s1600-h/IMGP1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/Rzxpb7orEsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jE3wlLu6Ij8/s320/IMGP1892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133093603881194178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trees right outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxpzborEtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lqo6CG1SLlI/s1600-h/IMGP1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxpzborEtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lqo6CG1SLlI/s320/IMGP1894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133094007608120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! Snow and rubbish together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxqGLorEuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1bvrV_Df_7c/s1600-h/IMGP1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxqGLorEuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1bvrV_Df_7c/s320/IMGP1895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133094329730667234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view outside of my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manz.. i cant wait to see more snow! I mean, how beautiful can it get!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-6941611639406931845?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6941611639406931845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=6941611639406931845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6941611639406931845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6941611639406931845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/11/snow.html' title='Snow!!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RzxpLLorErI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZSu3ht10DWE/s72-c/IMGP1888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-4548788283907670497</id><published>2007-11-09T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:54:07.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juli - Zerissen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/v3afcFfg3Ec' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/v3afcFfg3Ec'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try my best to translate ok? hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum fühlt du sich so leer an,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du mit mir sprichst?&lt;br /&gt;Warum fühlt du sich so leer an,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du bei mir bist?&lt;br /&gt;warum fühlt du sich so schwer an,&lt;br /&gt;wenn wir nichts mehr sagen?&lt;br /&gt;warum können wir nicht reden,&lt;br /&gt;nach so vielen Jahren??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warum fühlt du sich so leer an,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du mit mir sprichst?&lt;br /&gt;warum fühlt du sich so leer an,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du bei mir Bist?&lt;br /&gt;warum fühlt du sich so fern an,&lt;br /&gt;wenn wir uns nochmal sehn?&lt;br /&gt;was bringt mir dieses leben,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du einfach nicht da bist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deine haut wird ganz kalt,&lt;br /&gt;dein blick wird ganz leer,&lt;br /&gt;dein Atem wird leise,&lt;br /&gt;dein Kopf wird ganz schwer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so so zerrissen?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich so verletzt?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich und dein leben&lt;br /&gt;und dein Herz so zerfetzt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so so zerrissen?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich so verletzt?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich und dein leben&lt;br /&gt;und dein Herz so zerfetzt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bringen meine Worte,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du sie nicht hörst?&lt;br /&gt;was bringt meine Liebe,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du sie nicht spürst?&lt;br /&gt;warum können wir beide uns der Wahrheit nicht stellen?&lt;br /&gt;warum kann ich dieses Loch in meinem Herzen nicht füllen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deine Haut wird ganz kalt,&lt;br /&gt;dein Blick wird ganz leer,&lt;br /&gt;dein Atem wird leise,&lt;br /&gt;dein Kopf wird ganz schwer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so so zerrissen?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich so verletzt?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich und dein leben&lt;br /&gt;und dein Herz so zerfetzt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so so zerrissen?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich so verletzt?&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich und dein Leben&lt;br /&gt;und dein Herz so zerfetzt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so zerrissen?&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so zerrissen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das du nicht mal mehr weißt,&lt;br /&gt;dass du nicht mal mehr schreist,&lt;br /&gt;dass du nicht mal mehr merkst,&lt;br /&gt;dass dein leben zerreißt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat dich so so zerrissen,&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich so verletzt,&lt;br /&gt;was hat dich und dein leben,&lt;br /&gt;und dein Herz so zerfetzt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was auch immer du tust,&lt;br /&gt;was auch immer du sagst,&lt;br /&gt;ich pass auf dich auf,&lt;br /&gt;ich bleib für dich wach.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bleib für dich wach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was auch immer du tust,&lt;br /&gt;was auch immer du sagst,&lt;br /&gt;ich pass auf dich auf,&lt;br /&gt;ich bleib für dich wach.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bleib für dich wach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you feel so low, when you are talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;why do you feel so low, when you are together with me?&lt;br /&gt;why do you feel so burdened, when we have nothing more to say?&lt;br /&gt;why cant we have anymore to say, even after so many years together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you feel so low, when you are talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel so low, when you are together with me?&lt;br /&gt;why do you feel so distant, when we are seeing one another?&lt;br /&gt;what is this life going to bring, when you are simply no longer there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin is so cold,&lt;br /&gt;you no longer look far,&lt;br /&gt;you no longer breath in deep,&lt;br /&gt;and your head is getting heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has turned you so tattered?&lt;br /&gt;What has hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;what has torn you and your life &lt;br /&gt;and your heart apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can my words bring,&lt;br /&gt;when you do not want to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;what can my love bring,&lt;br /&gt;when you can no longer feel it?&lt;br /&gt;why cant we both state the truth to one another?&lt;br /&gt;why i cant i feel the hole in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin is so cold,&lt;br /&gt;you no longer look far,&lt;br /&gt;you no longer breath in deep,&lt;br /&gt;and your head is getting heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has turned you so tattered?&lt;br /&gt;What has hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;what has torn you and your life &lt;br /&gt;and your heart apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has turned you so tattered?&lt;br /&gt;What has hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;what has torn you and your life &lt;br /&gt;and your heart apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has turned you so tattered?&lt;br /&gt;what has turned you so tattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that you do not know about,&lt;br /&gt;that has caused you never to write again,&lt;br /&gt;that has caused you never to feel again,&lt;br /&gt;that has turned you torned and tattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has turned you so tattered?&lt;br /&gt;What has hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;what has torn you and your life &lt;br /&gt;and your heart apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you have always been doing,&lt;br /&gt;what you have always been saying,&lt;br /&gt;i will always take care of you,&lt;br /&gt;i will be always be alert for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you have always been doing,&lt;br /&gt;what you have always been saying,&lt;br /&gt;i will always take care of you,&lt;br /&gt;i will be always be alert for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-4548788283907670497?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4548788283907670497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-3835003913740962163</id><published>2007-11-09T22:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:28:57.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juli - wir beide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RE8DDGLEKXo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RE8DDGLEKXo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is like totally man!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-3835003913740962163?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Buffalaxed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MSsXlRytRDs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MSsXlRytRDs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!!! CONFIRM MAKE U LAUGH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8538714104274967608?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8538714104274967608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8538714104274967608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8538714104274967608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8538714104274967608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/11/saint-transformer-buffalaxed.html' title='Saint Transformer... Buffalaxed!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8476571121747817897</id><published>2007-11-09T22:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:18:03.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Konstanz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have shifted to this beautiful place called Konstanz, but I have been very busy these few days to even notice the beauty of it! Today is my "liberation day", well something like that. So I thought that it would be good that I go and visit the beautiful parks and sceneries in Konstanz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how the streets in Konstanz looks like.  Notice the church and the buildings around it? The people who lived in Konstanz made it a fact that the churches must be taller than the other buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The funny guy in Konstanz. There are a lot of sculptures like this one all around Konstanz. Take a look at the ones below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sculpture of the Bishop from Konstanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same guy I suppose. I took the pictures just before it snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the tower which was supposed to protect Konstanz. Apparently, it was destroyed by the fire and this is what was remained of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The city center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More of the city center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another picture of it!! I just love the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Konstanz Hotel. Almost all the buildings in Konstanz look something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the park in Konstanz. Well, because of the temperature (3 Degree Celsius) and the fact that the people are still working, this park looks really deserted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bench! Well, nothing special about it actually. Ha-ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was immediately drawn to this bench! I could imagine the ah peks sitting around the table playing Chinese chess and drinking kopi O! Well, this is actually English Chess though. Man, I miss home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The edge of the harbor! The lady sculpture attracted me immediately. It looks really like as though it is from a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha! What for a sexy sculpture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Konstanz Bridge, which was supposedly destroyed by the fires in the 1500s, is seen here in her majestic look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The romantic Konstanz Park. I just love the falling leaves and the atmosphere. It makes Autumn more beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8476571121747817897?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8476571121747817897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8476571121747817897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8476571121747817897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8476571121747817897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/11/konstanz.html' title='Konstanz!!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-833733970265849278</id><published>2007-11-05T20:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:51:07.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>051107</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is the day after my birthday. I could still remember the days when I was still back there in cell group when I celebrated my 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday with the rest of my close friends and my cell group members. There was really nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went back to Mannheim yesterday to cook Hainan's Chicken Rice for the rest of my friends in Mannheim. Although the rice and the chicken was really good I should say, I did not spend enough time in Mannheim to enjoying it. I reached Mannheim at about 11 am and I had to leave at about 4pm in the afternoon. It was really sad. I actually felt like crying, because never did I feel so miserable on my birthday. I would rather not be reminded, that my birthday is coming, than to be reminded and felt miserable that no one is celebrating it with me. I miss church, I miss her and now, I miss the fact that I am not able to be home with my family to celebrate my birthday. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life in Germany has taken a totally new level of challenge in my life. Coming to Germany was already stepping out of the comfort zone for me. Little Being in Konstanz is like the ultimate form of stepping out of the comfort zone for me. I will definitely not do this ever again. The living standard is high, the people are not really as friendly as I thought, and everything is very old fashioned. I wonder why. I have always thought that the Germans are very modern. I mean, the cars are so popular in Singapore. Why are they still so backward in their thinking? This should not be the way. This was what made my life in Germany so difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD has been very important to me in my life and HE is especially important in my life right now. I really feel very alone right now. I mean, no friends, not even German speaking friends. I mean, I do not really mind if Sayuki or some other friends who are German speaking are together with me right now in Konstanz, but it is just not so. It is just so lonely. I really want to go visit the church this Sunday right here in Konstanz. I do not really care if it is a charismatic church or it is just a traditional church. I want to be in the presence of GOD, because after all, GOD's presence is found in the church. I believe that I will be touched when I go to the church in Konstanz this Sunday, just like the days when I was in Mannheim.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The no guitar days are over. I am going to visit one second hand shop this Saturday together with Ena and I am going to buy my first guitar, my German guitar.:) Haha! I believ that I can use that guitar to pick up more skill and hopefully come back as a even more anointed and skillful guitarist! I really want to glory GOD in my guitar playing, and I believe that it will come to pass, because GOD has given me a gift, a gift that I will never lose, a gift that will leave my life totally transformed. I believe that GOD is going to use me even more and more for His kingdom. I believe that whatever that I am doing here in Germany has a cause. Whatever that I am doing right here in Germany is supposed to mount me to become a better man that I already am. GOD USE ME!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-833733970265849278?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/833733970265849278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=833733970265849278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/833733970265849278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/833733970265849278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/11/051107.html' title='051107'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8309172866344560756</id><published>2007-10-20T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:10:03.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of life</title><content type='html'>I was on the train the other day with Meng Tung, Meng Li and Nikolai when Meng Tung asked me this question.. "What is your meaning of life?" In reply to her question, I wrote this essay-long writing. It took me about 1.5 hrs to finish writing it. Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The meaning of life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Meng Tung asked me a very interesting question that left me pondering for days. “The meaning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of life.” What is it all about? Well, it is true that I have found my meaning of life long before she asked me this question, but when I reflect on what my meaning of life really is, it really starts to reflect on how I have behaved and how I acted upon various situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I grew up as a kid, knowing very little about life. All I yearn for was the praises of men, and of many. My life was based upon piles and piles of fairy tales and imagination, all but reality. Life to me was just a lollipop. My big bubble dreamland was burst, when I went to secondary school. Things were never the same as I thought they were. I was frequently bullied in school, my knowledge of fairy tales just do not help me see the reality, the one which I lived in. To be accepted by many, I started to join people in teasing the weaklings, not study for examinations, vent my anger on the ones who loved me the most, and all sorts of horrible stuff no one could ever imagine me doing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I remembered very clearly of how I bullied Xing Qing. Well, Xing Qing is a very quiet guy. He looks weak and a little unhygienic, although he baths regularly. He was supposed to be my “best friend”. He initiated our friendship, our so-called clicks back then in secondary school. We talked regularly, and sometimes shared our private time together, talking about anything under the sun. He studied quite a lot, and it would seem that we both should click very well. However, things weren’t what it’s supposed to be. I started to get a little irritated with him, because the friends around me could not stand him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started to blackmail him, giving him horrible names that one should never say, just to get praises and let people say even more nasty things about him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My craving for the praises of men worsened. I could not stand criticism, and I would want perfection in every of my work. Nothing is ever possible for me. I choose my friends like how I choose my clothes, my projects never meet their deadlines, because I would never give them a chance to do so. My grades deteriorated, my friends lessened, and I start to feel really useless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My life went on a downhill, and all I could see was to see myself committing suicide. It sounds crazy, but I really thought of that once. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can you imagine, all for the sake of finding my meaning in life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I was in Junior College when my friend invited me to church. I did not believe in GOD actually, because I imagined Him as just a probe for the believers to believe in. I mean, just like worshipping air or something like that. I could not care less about GOD and the things around me, and thus, turned my friend down. Apparently, two weeks later, I was “tricked” into cell group by my friend, who told me that there is a very pretty girl in the cell group and would want to let me see. He promised that I could wait and not participate in cell group. I promised, but with a very unwilling heart. I did not sit alone on the sofa. I was asked to join them for cell group. We sang songs, prayed and did a lot of things that I never knew a Christian would be doing. Quite amazingly, the message on that day was about the meaning of life. Although the preaching by Bee Leng was amazing, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I left cell group for home, and I had also promised myself, never to join them for cell group again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Little did I know, I became one of the pretty important persons after Bee Leng. As I became a helper, I found out that managing a cell group is not as easy as it seems. The question for the meaning of life came running across my mind again, but it is in a form of a voice this time round. “Hey, what do you want to do with your life? Do you want to make it big, like buying a big car, or be a CEO of a big company? What do you want to be? What is your meaning of life? Does it have a meaning?” I became speechless. I mean, I have no idea what should I say. Being in church for about 4 years is has really changed my life. I used to be crazy about earning big money, but I found out that they will pass away. They will not exist for long. Just as I was thinking, an image of my cell group members, under my guidance, were laughing and smiling away. They all looked very blessed spiritually. I, in the vision, was their cell group leader. I smiled. I finally know what the meaning of life for me is. The meaning of life for me is love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is the meaning of life for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The meaning to my life is love. Its not about a boy girl relationship love, in fact, it’s a love much greater than that. Its love that unconditional, undying and of course, ever lasting. It’s the love, so great, so pure, and so moved as to do anything for another person. It’s a love for the unloving, love for my enemies and love for the people who desperately need it. Everyone needs it, no matter how strong or how tough we may look. That is why there is this saying, “for every successful man, there is always a successful woman behind him.” Love makes the world go round. I want to be this love ambassador, the particular someone to bring hope to the hopeless, the courage to the fearful, and of course, love to the emotionally breakdown. Life has a different meaning for me. Instead of what people can do for me, why not let me do something for the masses? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I am a Christian, and because of that, I was taught a lot of real experiences about the greatest love I can ever experience. Jesus Christ dying on the cross for me, even though I don’t even know Him or even see Him before. His love shows me the true way and the best way as to how I can show the love to other people. Having GOD as my role model, I began to understand why people think in a particular direction, or let’s say, have a particular way of living. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Loving people is not really about being nice. Nice is just an outward appearance, an outward shell, just like an egg, where one can use it to shield all the nasty inner ugliness away from the people around him. I don’t want to be nice. I believe there are situations that I cannot be nice. There are things that I have to correct and tell them off. I mean, that is what love is all about. You love a particular person so much that you do not want him or her to carry his or her bad habits along with him. I used to be a very nice guy back there in cell group. I did not really care about my well being, instead, I placed others higher than me. I became someone who is easily manipulated. I became very human oriented. I became very depend on my friends and the people whom I do not know. It’s only after I became a helper when I realized, that being a nice guy doesn’t work anything out. Love is not really about being nice. I took about a year or two to realize that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Love is not about having the lovey dovey feeling in the air. That is also love, but that love cannot be given to everyone on any basis. That is intimate love. A guy should never go around giving girls the signal that he is ready for a relationship to found out that he isn’t willing for a relationship, but just to express love. This love is a bonding love. If it is not fulfilled, it can break hearts and let tears flow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;True unconditional love is all about being there for a friend, when you know that he is going through a tough time or he is not feeling well. True love is about trusting your friends and serving them. True love is giving people the attention that they need. It is not easy, and it takes time to cultivate, but the fruits of the labor are plentiful. The fruits are smiling faces, happy and blessed people. You might also be able to touch someone’s life. That is the fruits that I am cultivating. I want to be the one to bless the people, the masses, and the ones who are looking for the blessing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many people GOD wants me to touch, would depend really on HIM. Here I am, to give people hope and vision about what is coming and what to expect. This is my calling, and I will do whatever it takes to bless as many people as possible. Let it be in this lifetime where a lot of people’s lives would be changed. Let me be that changer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. I'd hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8309172866344560756?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8309172866344560756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8309172866344560756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8309172866344560756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8309172866344560756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/10/meaning-of-life.html' title='The Meaning of life'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8944976675122833206</id><published>2007-10-15T04:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T05:18:47.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OKTOBERFEST</title><content type='html'>You could say that the happiest day of my life was in the Oktoberfest. Its not really all about the beer, really. Life is definitely so much better when you go to Oktoberfest with a group of drinkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLOlW2o_mI/AAAAAAAAADE/drr8zcR9CVg/s1600-h/IMGP1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLOlW2o_mI/AAAAAAAAADE/drr8zcR9CVg/s320/IMGP1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121382867458915938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;The youth hostel i'd stayed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLO822o_nI/AAAAAAAAADM/xhvecc1sNeo/s1600-h/IMGP1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLO822o_nI/AAAAAAAAADM/xhvecc1sNeo/s320/IMGP1353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121383271185841778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the butt and breast Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLPuG2o_oI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zdxt9CYxgkU/s1600-h/IMGP1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLPuG2o_oI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zdxt9CYxgkU/s320/IMGP1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121384117294399106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLRwm2o_pI/AAAAAAAAADc/HGefXlKHoUc/s1600-h/IMGP1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLRwm2o_pI/AAAAAAAAADc/HGefXlKHoUc/s320/IMGP1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121386359267327634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the place where we drank our 1 litre beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLSw22o_qI/AAAAAAAAADk/sOdJOgITwdo/s1600-h/IMGP1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLSw22o_qI/AAAAAAAAADk/sOdJOgITwdo/s320/IMGP1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387463073922722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLTK22o_rI/AAAAAAAAADs/lqo9XoOVnCg/s1600-h/IMGP1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLTK22o_rI/AAAAAAAAADs/lqo9XoOVnCg/s320/IMGP1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387909750521522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLUTW2o_sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Wx1VqLpGfNU/s1600-h/IMGP1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLUTW2o_sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Wx1VqLpGfNU/s320/IMGP1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121389155291037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is how much people you get in just one of the many tents in Oktoberfest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLU322o_tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s-Lm53LTsFo/s1600-h/IMGP1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLU322o_tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/s-Lm53LTsFo/s320/IMGP1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121389782356262610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we drank the beer from paulaner München&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLVX22o_uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eF06dT55LVI/s1600-h/IMGP1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLVX22o_uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eF06dT55LVI/s320/IMGP1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121390332112076514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my friends and the beer. notice the two german woman at the back? the germans are dressed in their traditional costumes, just like the japs for the fireworks festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLWXG2o_vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aDHV2XL9XXk/s1600-h/IMGP1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLWXG2o_vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aDHV2XL9XXk/s320/IMGP1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121391418738802418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kan bei!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLW422o_wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b9ziV26QL84/s1600-h/IMGP1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLW422o_wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b9ziV26QL84/s320/IMGP1473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121391998559387394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the truth was, i did not just drank this much. for my friend from China is this cup too big, and the beer is way too much for her. I drank another 0.5l of beer. in total, 1,5l beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLYBm2o_xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iirZBvPtLgk/s1600-h/IMGP1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLYBm2o_xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iirZBvPtLgk/s320/IMGP1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121393248394870546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLYhm2o_yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/R-JYiUJ_yXw/s1600-h/IMGP1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLYhm2o_yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/R-JYiUJ_yXw/s320/IMGP1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121393798150684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drunk! or am i really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLZKm2o_zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q88EiLkRj4s/s1600-h/IMGP1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLZKm2o_zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q88EiLkRj4s/s320/IMGP1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121394502525321010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my Oktoberfest buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLZn22o_0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/CcbuSSHSA0c/s1600-h/IMGP1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLZn22o_0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/CcbuSSHSA0c/s320/IMGP1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121395005036494658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was drunk, i was drunk, we were both drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLaOm2o_1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QU7DJPyK8Yo/s1600-h/IMGP1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLaOm2o_1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QU7DJPyK8Yo/s320/IMGP1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121395670756425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oktoberfest choc! in fact, everyone needs to have this choc.. It is a chocolate version of the emerge wristbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLbJW2o_2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aE4FX0dSGNo/s1600-h/IMGP1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLbJW2o_2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aE4FX0dSGNo/s320/IMGP1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121396680073740130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wir wollten nur Abschied nehmen!!( after a long day, its time to say goodbye!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i really recommend the Oktoberfest to everyone out there, the Oktoberfest is really for the drinkers. Those who think that they can drink can come to Oktoberfest and try their Oktoberfest beer. Warning! For non drinkers who do not want to be drunk, please try the cans version before coming to Oktoberfest. Its very embarassing if you are sharing cups with your friends, especially if you cannot take the alcohol content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8944976675122833206?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8944976675122833206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8944976675122833206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8944976675122833206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8944976675122833206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/10/oktoberfest.html' title='OKTOBERFEST'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RxLOlW2o_mI/AAAAAAAAADE/drr8zcR9CVg/s72-c/IMGP1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-4338126520587765316</id><published>2007-09-27T11:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:04:27.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Sept 2007</title><content type='html'>OH NO!!! Sorry!!! For all my dear friends who have been reading my blog, I wanna say a BIG BIG SORRY!! It was one month since I last touched my bloggie!!! SORRY!!! However, good thing if you are reading my blog, because there are alot of points i want to cover today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past one week was exams week for me. The DSH examinations is very difficult and I i could do was to bury myself within books and just study. It was not fun at all. In fact, it is very deadly. I was studying from the time i came home till i went to bed. The duration of studying, or lets say preparing for my examination, was really boring and painful. I had to meditate on verses to keep me going on. Everyday, other than lunch break and dinner break, is the same routine for me. Thank GOD for the two wonderful chinese girls in my floor. They were like a treasure to me. They really kept me company and tried their best to make my day happy:) Well, the exam is over, and now, i am waiting for Geok Khim to come over to Germany so that we can go and travel together, with our back pack, all around Germany.. Manz, i cant wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Bad Dürkheim two weeks ago... It was said to be the biggest wine festival in the world. It was quite true because when we were there, there were already so many people there. hey, no kidding, but it was really the day of my life!! The wine is not really 100% wine. They used a 0.5l cup, fill one third of it with Wine( white or red, it doesnt really matter), one third with carbonated mineral water, and the rest with limonade. It tastes really heavely. As the taste was so good, most people there could not resist it but to swallow down the drink. I wasnt really drunk, but a couple of my friends were so drunk, they need help walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuDjW2o_eI/AAAAAAAAACE/HgAXHBCc6LI/s1600-h/IMGP1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuDjW2o_eI/AAAAAAAAACE/HgAXHBCc6LI/s320/IMGP1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114826445262749154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                                          The two girls and I... The two which i said earlier on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuEzG2o_fI/AAAAAAAAACM/Afen58u8qY4/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuEzG2o_fI/AAAAAAAAACM/Afen58u8qY4/s320/DSC03355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114827815357316594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                                                                                                                                            Meng Tung and I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuHAm2o_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/H03KyNrdMfM/s1600-h/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuHAm2o_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/H03KyNrdMfM/s320/DSC03356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114830246308806146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                         Look at that!! The amount of people in Bad Dürkheim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuI3m2o_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/-JF60l4YBgE/s1600-h/IMGP1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuI3m2o_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/-JF60l4YBgE/s320/IMGP1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114832290713239058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The second picture... I was on a ferris wheel when i took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuKLW2o_iI/AAAAAAAAACk/SLofbBhef_U/s1600-h/IMGP1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuKLW2o_iI/AAAAAAAAACk/SLofbBhef_U/s320/IMGP1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114833729527283234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;hahaz.. Its sayuki again! Somehow, this photo looks like she is probably only 16 when she is 26!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;KAWAYI NE.. Manz, she can really pose. I wanted to take a photo for her eating Pommes, but she paused and let me take the photo! Gemütlich!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuLkm2o_jI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZF6rY4WztIE/s1600-h/IMGP1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuLkm2o_jI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZF6rY4WztIE/s320/IMGP1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114835262830607922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I got my friend, Nikolai to pose for this photo. Yuppz, that is the cup. Sayuki is carrying the smaller version of the cup, also known as the female cup. Wow, i cant tell you how wonderful it taste like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuMwm2o_kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EAFyrDuAfY4/s1600-h/IMGP1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuMwm2o_kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EAFyrDuAfY4/s320/IMGP1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114836568500665922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The rest of my friends. Kumar, Wilfried, Sayuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuN4m2o_lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x3R3V_lJxJU/s1600-h/IMGP1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuN4m2o_lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x3R3V_lJxJU/s320/IMGP1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114837805451247186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;How drunk can you get? Just look at her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure you have heard about the Oktoberfest in Germany right? I know that its one thing to know about Oktoberfest in Singapore and drink only in Singapore and its another thing to be drinking over HERE IN GERMANY!! I will following my friends down to München on the 01.10.2007 down to München to really get myself hyped up for the big big beer fest!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;All this beer training back there in Singapore was meant for this big festival, the OKTOBERFEST!!! We will be drinking free flow of beer and flow flow of sausages for only 10€. Sounds expensive? Not quite. Every German of any German fanatic must be at the Oktoberfest to understand the beauty and the taste of the German beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oktoberfest verpasst mir dieses Mal nicht!!!! wahhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be going to Konstanz next month. It is actually in the south of Germany and it would really be a sight to see, because of the beautiful lake and stuff like that. I went to Konstanz once, but I can tell you, the feeling is a little different from that in Mannheim. When you are in Konstanz, you might feel that you are no longer in Germany, because the piece of land is actually being separated from the rest of Germany by a river called Rhine. Well, the coolest part about that country is that I can visit Switzerland as and when I like, because half of Konstanz is actually in Switzerland and half of it is in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will be leaving Mannheim soon. I might come back, I might not, so I am actually not very sure. However, after leaving all this wonderful memories behind, it is kind of sad, but life has to go on right? Everyone, except the two chinese girls, will be leaving for their own University after this course... sad...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/1628920417327181726-4338126520587765316?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4338126520587765316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=4338126520587765316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4338126520587765316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4338126520587765316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/09/27-sept-2007.html' title='27 Sept 2007'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RvuDjW2o_eI/AAAAAAAAACE/HgAXHBCc6LI/s72-c/IMGP1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8305149287050005978</id><published>2007-08-27T22:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:11:26.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>after 3 weeks  opps!!!:P</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I was really busy preparing for my examinations, so i did not really find time off for blogging.. heez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa... The DSH examination is coming. It is super round the corner... i think its like on the 15th of september or something, i cant remember. The preparation for the examination is really stressful. Its like books everyday, all studying and no playing. It horrible. I tried to find time off on saturday and sunday to do something which i really like to do, but i cant really do it. The thought of the examination is really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really stressed out on my first week of my new lesson. The people in my class are like WA!!! They know their german like at the back of their hand. Its really funny but i felt like a noob in the class. You have to remember the fact that I was asked by the principle in the school to jump a level. Its totally crazy. Most of them have already attended at least 8-10 months of german lessons. I have only attended 4 months of lessons and I am going to take the same examination with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not so bad now, but try studying with super noisy neigbours who just cant go to sleep!! Its horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, examinations just two weeks round the corner... I really want to get a good grades, not just so that I can go into University, but I wanna glorify GOD with it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks... My chinese were telling me how bad my chinese is deteroriating!! ai ya!!! crap la... Get it done with the DSH examination and I start to use Chinese to communicate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss church so much... I mean City Harvest Church... hmm, i guess i have to grow with it. There are ways how GOD want us to grow... I suppose this is one of them. When you do not have the comfort of your local church, are you able to stay strong for GOD and be a faithful Christian?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8305149287050005978?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8305149287050005978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8305149287050005978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8305149287050005978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8305149287050005978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-3-weeks-oppsp.html' title='after 3 weeks  opps!!!:P'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-4664492358020562823</id><published>2007-08-27T21:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:37:47.007+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Takes You In - Steven Curtis Chapman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/demRHgul2Zk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/demRHgul2Zk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was watching this video and i just wept. Although the theme was about adopting children, i remembered of the time when i felt so lost, and so abandoned. Now, i am back to the family:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-4664492358020562823?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4664492358020562823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=4664492358020562823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4664492358020562823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4664492358020562823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-love-takes-you-in-steven-curtis.html' title='When Love Takes You In - Steven Curtis Chapman'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-833111614140833907</id><published>2007-08-11T19:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:13:40.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>China Wine - The Geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Twxf2LraoEE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Twxf2LraoEE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check this out!! wa.. hahaz!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-833111614140833907?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/833111614140833907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=833111614140833907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/833111614140833907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/833111614140833907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/08/china-wine-geisha.html' title='China Wine - The Geisha'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-2646673110405229493</id><published>2007-08-02T21:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:20:26.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds like I have the best day of my life, but its not really what you think. On Saturday, my taiwanese friend and i went down to Stuttgart by train. I was full of hope and anxiety, hoping to relive my dreams in Stuttgart one more time. The two of us took a train down to visit the biggest city in Baden Würtemberg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094197756106602706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RrI53nRTeNI/AAAAAAAAABc/mtVb0mtIXZ0/s320/IMGP0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Taiwanese Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did not go there by ICE though ( inter city express). Instead, we went there by a normal pace train and it took us 2 hours to reach Stuttgart. True, it was boring, but both the taiwanese and i were like crapping throughout the trip. We spoke in Chinese, so the locals thought we could not speak German... hahaz.. Some ladies sitting infonr of us were talking about us, of course in German. They were infact drawing lots to come and talk to us. In fact, they didnt know that we can speak German. They wanted to try talking to us in English... Well, apparently, they didnt come and talk to us though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came to Stuttgart, two hours later. We are so tired after the trip, but no matter how tired we are, it did not dampened our spirit. We went on with our trip like two big gay boys jumping up and down, over excited over our trip. For once, I felt like i look totally humiliating, but it was ok. We would only be staying in this city for a while before going on to another city:) so, its okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited my taiwanese friend's school, which is the Hochschule für Musik Stuttgart. It looks like a very big lighthouse, but of course, its not. I found the place really boring, so I decided to visit the shopping gallery. To my horror, the Saturday was one of the most scary Saturdays I have encountered in my stay in Germany. There were punks everywhere. Gay and lesbian punks paraded round the city center, kissing on the streets like nobody's business. Well of course the Germans didnt mind... They have seen this like almost everyday, but for me, its was....(puck...) Can you imagine, guy punks wearing black stocking, and the stocking have holes so big that you can stick your whole head in it?? It looks very funny, but of i did not laugh. I controlled myself, but at the same time horrified at the gay scene in Stuttgart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094197777581439218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RrI543RTePI/AAAAAAAAABs/IW1g73Gknds/s320/IMGP0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                        This is the city center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked a little further to the city centre. There was a party going on, and it was not just an ordinary party. It is a special party for gays and lesbians. The floorarea was equally divided.. Guys on one side, and girls on the other. The gays danced, kissed, and did all sorts of horrible stuff that made me want to puck. Yuck... The horror does not end there. We can see the whole streets with gays and lesbians parading the streets wearing a t-shirt saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(WE ARE GAY/ LESBIANS AND WE ARE PROUD OF IT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( WIR SIND HOMOSEXUALLE/LESBE UND DARAUF SIND WIR STOLZ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nightmare!!! i just asked my taiwanese friend to bring me to somewhere where I can run away from this mess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094197768991504610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RrI54XRTeOI/AAAAAAAAABk/MWctBKSUZUA/s320/IMGP0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were alot of buskers on the streets on Stuttgart. I particularly like this blue African troop. The children are very lively and I was blown away by their performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094197786171373826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RrI55XRTeQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R41CO0jJCeY/s320/IMGP0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was also entertained by this busker until my friend told me that it is a he... I was like :" are you sure? She looks very sexy, with the mini skirt and stuff." He took my camera and zoomed in till I see the person's face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094199882115414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RrI7zXRTeRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iFJTC3LwK7k/s320/face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WA..... TRANSVESITE!!! Nightmare number 2!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole saturday was not really a very good experience for me, but it was ok.. I came back with my Taiwanese friend safely back to Mannheim.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-2646673110405229493?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2646673110405229493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=2646673110405229493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2646673110405229493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2646673110405229493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-of-my-life.html' title='the day of my life...'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RrI53nRTeNI/AAAAAAAAABc/mtVb0mtIXZ0/s72-c/IMGP0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-2157447104209317194</id><published>2007-07-27T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:35:54.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Alba.... Check this out man!!</title><content type='html'>I didnt really find Jessica Alba good looking until recently.. I think it is because I am in Germany for too long and I found out that there are really too many very beautiful Caucasians around me... Maybe its because I wasnt opening up to the girls around me... However, I must admit... Jessica Alba is good looking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can say that this is a follow up on Chee Yong's blog... You got Ito Misaki, I have Jessica Alba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/i__robot/jessica_alba/irobotpred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was looking at her photos one fine day..( hey, its after my exams..) and i found out that there are really pretty caucasians too... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/tv_pix/mtv/mtv_video_music_awards_2005_arrivals_photos/jessica_alba/vma2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally stunning... I cant help but to stare at this two photos in awe... wa... totally stunning... unbelievable....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-2157447104209317194?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2157447104209317194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=2157447104209317194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2157447104209317194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2157447104209317194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/jessica-alba-check-this-out-man.html' title='Jessica Alba.... Check this out man!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-2527606443604928297</id><published>2007-07-22T15:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:54:57.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Offical World Cup 2006 MTV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YVRmYrFxwRQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YVRmYrFxwRQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wa... i miss the world cup man!! but i din watch a series live... I was in GOH then... haiz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-2527606443604928297?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2527606443604928297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=2527606443604928297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2527606443604928297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2527606443604928297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/offical-world-cup-2006-mtv.html' title='Offical World Cup 2006 MTV'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-1695528249824007523</id><published>2007-07-21T23:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:05:23.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let God Arise - Paul Wilbur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PrCal6kE-r4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PrCal6kE-r4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was watching this live show and i remember the days where i sang in the benny hinn choir alongside with Paul Wilbur... Yes, the man who is singing in this video... there are other songs like"nothing is impossible for GOD", "He touched me", and "Days of Elijah".. However, I like this song especially because it is so energetic!!! LOVE IT!!!! Yes we sang all three songs together just like how you see it... Of course, the orchestra and the dancers were not there, but it was still good... It was already an experience for me... Its like a once in a life time thingy... Those who have not sang for the choir must go man!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-1695528249824007523?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1695528249824007523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=1695528249824007523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/1695528249824007523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/1695528249824007523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-god-arise-paul-wilbur.html' title='Let God Arise - Paul Wilbur'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8967675475673345947</id><published>2007-07-21T17:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:36:22.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the coolest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OtfMIiinJso' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OtfMIiinJso'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think ive fallen in love with robots!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8967675475673345947?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8967675475673345947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8967675475673345947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8967675475673345947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8967675475673345947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-coolest.html' title='this is the coolest'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-4723042781220946795</id><published>2007-07-21T17:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:31:02.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one!!  dilophosaurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YNLXnExjv7w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YNLXnExjv7w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check this out!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-4723042781220946795?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4723042781220946795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=4723042781220946795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4723042781220946795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4723042781220946795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-one-dilophosaurus.html' title='Another one!!  dilophosaurus'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-272703876475171448</id><published>2007-07-21T17:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:28:12.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WbFFs4DHWys' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WbFFs4DHWys'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is scary... This one is even more scary... As in, its so female!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-272703876475171448?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/272703876475171448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=272703876475171448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/272703876475171448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/272703876475171448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-one.html' title='Another one!!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-6896718221789032519</id><published>2007-07-21T17:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:12:56.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelike Japanese female robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nmIf-slNEC8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nmIf-slNEC8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check this robot out... She is so freaky human like!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-6896718221789032519?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6896718221789032519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=6896718221789032519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6896718221789032519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6896718221789032519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifelike-japanese-female-robot.html' title='Lifelike Japanese female robot'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-3992673330883654589</id><published>2007-07-19T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:34:29.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dog's ice cream?? heard of it before??</title><content type='html'>i was reading the papers today and i saw a particular interesting article in the german papers... Have you heard of dog's ice cream? I mean, WHA!!! The dogs are enjoying life these days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where the chinese in the past used animal names like dog and pigs to laugh at people.. Dogs were once seen as the second lowest form of animal after pigs, because dogs are able to beg for food without even doing anything... hey, just to let you know, i love dogs... I am saying this because of the article i am going to share with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this particular guy from Austria who feels that there is a need to make the dogs eat ice cream, however, the ice cream that we eat are too sweet for the dogs to handle, thus this smarty pants has came up with a special ingredient for the dogs. The brand of the ice cream is called "Doggismo - Gelato per Cani"&lt; = dont ask me what does that mean... Its in italian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three flavours to this doggy ice cream: Rice, Vanille and Soya respectively. Some people have went to taste the ice cream and the comments are : it is not sweet, but the flavour is strong enough to be able to taste it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not really a thing in Singapore for everyone to own a dog, but in Germany, almost everyone has a dog! Big or small, it doesnt really matter. The thing is, whereever u go, u can see a dog. You see it in a train, in Shopping Centers, and even in toilets!!! Not forgetting, the germans love their dog so much, they will do anything to pamper their beloved dogs. My teacher has two dogs... They are so well maintain that they are of competition breed standard. WHAAAA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-3992673330883654589?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/3992673330883654589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=3992673330883654589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/3992673330883654589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/3992673330883654589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/dogs-ice-cream-heard-of-it-before.html' title='dog&apos;s ice cream?? heard of it before??'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8526771790953253297</id><published>2007-07-16T18:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:26:59.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My prerequisite... Or is it???</title><content type='html'>We did something in class today. Well, it wasnt really meant to be how we wanted our future partners to be, but the text was very interesting... According to the german text i have gotten today, most of the couples that came to pass happen to have the same list altogether..(p.s., the below is just for fun. If anyone reading it happens to have the same list as me, please, for goodness sake, dont take it so serious!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6th &lt;= least important, but still important)&lt;br /&gt;She must be intelligent, but not so until it scares me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5th)&lt;br /&gt;She is someone who really doesnt need to offer solutions. I know that we guys like to offer solutions, but really ladies, save it. There are some guys out there who wants you to just be a good listening ear. Of course, it would be really good if she can stay with you through thick and thin, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4th)&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and tolerant. It is really sick to see ladies acting like shopping and having fun is all there is in their world. What guys really want is not some ladies coming up to them, pull out their hands and "begging" for cash... ARGH!!! sucks!!!! i hate this kind of ladies!! Ladies should be like a lady, able to keep themselves upright even when the situation is not right. Although i have to admit that some guys too have a big problem when staying calm and upright when the situation arises, but that's how things suppose to be. GOD made woman out of man because HE knows that man cannot survive by themselves. The woman has always this healing touch to calm a man down, and that's what it all about the meaning of two becoming as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd)&lt;br /&gt;LOYAL!!!! This is like that most important thing to me, if i am going to find a future wife. This lady ( remember, i said lady.. i din say girl..) should be with me through thick and thin. That would be very good, but no possessiveness may be used on a man. We will feel that our ego have been drawn away and we can no longer keep hold of why a man is called a man.. LOYAL... Just like what was promised on the day of the wedding pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd)&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTIVENESS!!! I am a guy, and of course i would like to have an attractive wife... Hey, but i am not taking about just the outwardly appearance. I really like a girl, whom i can see her inward beauty ( that's not when she takes off her clothes!!!)... Someone who is sweet and passionate for GOD, yet remaining her virtue as a lady... wa, sweeeeeeeeeeet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;We must be able to communicate. We share the room for talks, discuss everything together, and because of that, we are able to fall deeper in love with one another. I will never see the day, where after my marriage, my level of relationship for my lady will drop. Although it is very hard to say now, whether i will be the first one to break off a relationship or not, but one thing's for sure.... I will stay loving, no matter what extent it may be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it... I have listed all my points out.. I hope that was interesting for you, because it was definitely interesting for me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8526771790953253297?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8526771790953253297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8526771790953253297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8526771790953253297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8526771790953253297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-prerequisite-or-is-it.html' title='My prerequisite... Or is it???'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-9113193036060146589</id><published>2007-07-15T13:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:39:46.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HILLSONG UNITED NEW ALBUM!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/vrhBqGeDpp/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/vrhBqGeDpp/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can someone help me buy this album and ship it over to me??? I cant wait!!! Here is their full album on imeem.com... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT!!!!! SOME KIND SOULS PLEASE HELP ME BUY AND SHIP IT OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-9113193036060146589?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9113193036060146589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=9113193036060146589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/9113193036060146589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/9113193036060146589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/hillsong-united-new-album.html' title='HILLSONG UNITED NEW ALBUM!!!!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-5679035314919943001</id><published>2007-07-14T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:59:04.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Juli 2007 TGIS thank GOD its SATURDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a very weird dream last night. It was about me being totally Primary School again. I could not believe it. I was surrounded my people telling me that I must go to Primary School, but my body and my soul tell me something else. I was like a uni Student trapped in a primary school body, and it felt really funny! So there I was, studying my primary school english, while mugging my super difficult Engineering Maths at the same time... Stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herr Chang came by and look for me yesterday. We ate like never before. We just went on an eating frenzy, buying whatever we can find in "Tengelmann" and eat it immediately. I was the cook, as usual, so i prepared Pork Steak( half raw), two hashbrowns and a french onion soup. It tastes really good, although I must admit, the french onion soup tastes very salty! It doesnt really matter to us, because we ended up eating ice cream and drinking orange juice to quench that salt thirst. HAHAZ.... enjoy leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next half of the day watching "kang xi lai le" on youtube... it was really good, but apparently he has to leave halfway through because he has to go to Hamburg at around 2 in the morning the next day.. Oh well... However, the fun did not end for me.. I ended spending the next half of the day watching bleach on youtube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella and the rest are going for the Munich trip.. It is not really that expensive, but i have decided not to go because I have something more important to do on that particular day. ARGH!!!! so tired!! I also dunno why!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-5679035314919943001?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5679035314919943001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=5679035314919943001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5679035314919943001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5679035314919943001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/14-juli-2007-tgis-thank-god-its.html' title='14 Juli 2007 TGIS thank GOD its SATURDAY!!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-5516660678301056378</id><published>2007-07-10T21:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:49:03.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dienstag.... service day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my day for eating.. I just wanna eat for today.. let me show you some photos what I have done today...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085653106001929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPejhIbZEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GqhemDa85w8/s320/IMGP0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my lunch... Yes, its a little difference from the other days because I suddenly have this very strong erge to eat waffles.. dont ask me why... I had four pieces of Waffles and a little minced meat. It is kindda like salty and sweet, together in one go. It tastes pretty good though:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085654716614665298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPgBRIbZFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/73M_H-BencQ/s320/IMGP0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I brought my bowl out. Chu Hyong was helping me with the curry. That leaves me some time to take some photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085655944975311970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPhIxIbZGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/chD7J0S3ZW4/s320/IMGP0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Chu Hyong to leave the stove as i took this picture!! Totally cool!! Mavarick in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085659217740391554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPkHRIbZII/AAAAAAAAABM/41PJXG7gQe8/s320/IMGP0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My rice... See those black things on top of the rice? They are called thyme. They taste really good and i heard that they are very good for the brains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085657504048440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPijhIbZHI/AAAAAAAAABE/6ewqkpBUD8s/s320/IMGP0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My CURRY!!! How I adore my creation!!! Oh ya! It tasts really good!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085661657281815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPmVRIbZJI/AAAAAAAAABU/N7KNyUKHZqg/s320/IMGP0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you can see, i have invited my friends over for dinner.. A german( the guy), a south korean( you know who), a french( the lady sitting across the german) ... I cooked the curry by myself, prepared the rice with a little bit of thyme, and the food was totally awesome!! I cant wait to tell ya, what have I actually added inside of the rice, but it taste really good.. The chicken wasnt overcooked, the sauce was just right and every one enjoyed the food! That is the most important part i guess! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-5516660678301056378?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5516660678301056378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=5516660678301056378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5516660678301056378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5516660678301056378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/dienstag-service-day.html' title='Dienstag.... service day??'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RpPejhIbZEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GqhemDa85w8/s72-c/IMGP0825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-7426838130112838662</id><published>2007-07-09T21:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:55:32.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about the 7.7.06 bombing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3fgfdcdidNU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3fgfdcdidNU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pls watch this... i was very shocked to know about this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-7426838130112838662?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7426838130112838662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=7426838130112838662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7426838130112838662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7426838130112838662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/truth-about-7706-bombing.html' title='The truth about the 7.7.06 bombing...'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-2005043136058576345</id><published>2007-07-08T23:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:20:38.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell group appreciation video 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/c7ZvS9CvlLk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/c7ZvS9CvlLk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i posted this... I made this... And now, i look at it again, and remember my dear cell group, whom i have loved. I know there were times i left left out in cell group, but my love for cell group will never change, no matter how much people mistreat me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-2005043136058576345?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/2005043136058576345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=2005043136058576345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2005043136058576345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/2005043136058576345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/cell-group-appreciation-video-2007.html' title='Cell group appreciation video 2007'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-277925718499343754</id><published>2007-07-07T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:03:03.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1940.. Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just woke up from a nap. Apparently, I was sleeping, when Sayuki and Chu Hyung came to my door and woke me up. They gave me a self made "mua-chee", or the Japanese would call it, "muchi", the Koreans call it "Dong". Anyway, that is not the point. They were very nice. They wrapped up the mua -chee and send it to my doorstep.(touched!!!) this is what it looks like. Remember, they made it, they did not buy it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084513509444379698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/Ro_SGRIbZDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/taANYbTchHM/s320/IMGP0824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-277925718499343754?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/277925718499343754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=277925718499343754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/277925718499343754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/277925718499343754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/1940-saturday.html' title='1940.. 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But that's the way right? Go blogging!!</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching online service. I know its like 2000hrs in Singapore, but I really have to blog... ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was singing the worship song FIRST, i was reminded of the valentine's day in Church ( or was it valentine's day? the part where PB went to take the flowers?) Couples were singing the song FIRST to their spouse, and the lovey dovey feeling was in the air. Everything starts to show up while worshipping GOD. I suddenly remembered why did I do the singlehood vow. Everything was being clarified when Pastor was preaching, saying about how he has to build a convenant with GOD because he has a weakness for drinking. I remembered why did i do my singlehood vow.. I will list down the reasons why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true.. I did like someone before singlehood vow( i dont deny it). I was pretty close to her and stuff like that.. So, feelings for her was building really fast. Although I liked her for at least a year, there was this particular incident that kick start the whole liking thingy. It was crazy.. I did not know why, but i became very interested in her life. September kicked in really fast, and then came december.. I knew i had to do something, because i am going to Germany. I cant tell her that I like her now. Its impossible.. So i bottled up everything to myself, decided to call her less then frequent and finally, go on a singlehood vow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really selfish, going on a singlehood vow.. I have no idea how does she felt about this whole idea of singlehood vow, but I do not want to ruin her life. Well, eventually she found out about the singlehood vow, but i mean, i have already made a pledge with GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether i can be with her or not is another thing altogether. I wonder why GOD reminded me of her, but if GOD has reminded me or her, there must be something to do with her. I hope, and i pray:) After I made the pledge, I kindda like make really insensitive mistakes which never happens before. It was stupid, and i dont really want to talk about it ever again.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-4852742611053296614?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/4852742611053296614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=4852742611053296614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4852742611053296614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/4852742611053296614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/really-bored-but-thats-way-right-go.html' title='Really bored... But that&apos;s the way right? Go blogging!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-1460889996507405566</id><published>2007-07-07T10:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:08:52.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Put some new stuff in my room... Making it look nicer... i guess??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check this out.. My chinese friend from China gave it to me as a present. Instead of just bringing it home to Singapore, why not I make good use out of it by decorating my room? Check this out!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084363821244179490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/Ro9J9RIbZCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FyoqI5_0iYg/s320/IMGP0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-1460889996507405566?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/1460889996507405566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=1460889996507405566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/1460889996507405566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/1460889996507405566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/put-some-new-stuff-in-my-room-making-it.html' title='Put some new stuff in my room... Making it look nicer... i guess??'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/Ro9J9RIbZCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FyoqI5_0iYg/s72-c/IMGP0823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8884641783858706032</id><published>2007-07-07T10:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:00:28.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong - Adonai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mobwNDOGcsg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mobwNDOGcsg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check this praise song out!!! Its totally awesome!! Maybe I can suggest to Brother Poh about this song... hahaz!! Then church will be able to sing this song too!!:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8884641783858706032?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8884641783858706032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8884641783858706032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8884641783858706032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8884641783858706032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/hillsong-adonai.html' title='Hillsong - Adonai'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-5924133342035428076</id><published>2007-07-06T23:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:29:51.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2323 on a TGIF</title><content type='html'>I just cooked curry!!! Singapore curry!! Let me tell you what have i done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chopped up onions. Use a little bit of Olive Oil. Stir fry the onions till flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;2) Add two tablespoons of curry powder with meat. About five seconds later, add water, but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;3) When the water is boiling, add the whole lot of yoghurt into the curry.&lt;br /&gt;4) Stir it until the whole curry thingy is evenly distributed.&lt;br /&gt;5) Add thyme. When it is about to be served, add a little bit of flour mixed with water.&lt;br /&gt;6) Add milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to show you, how does my end product looks like! It is super! Super delicious, super tasty, and both the taiwanese and i cannot help but to finish the whole curry up as soon as possible! Maybe next time ba! I will remember to bring my camera along with me when i am making curry!!! hahaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-5924133342035428076?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5924133342035428076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=5924133342035428076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5924133342035428076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5924133342035428076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/2323-on-tgif.html' title='2323 on a TGIF'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-7767509810205525116</id><published>2007-07-06T17:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:53:18.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The favourit family guy i've seen so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ioqO5mDE7u8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ioqO5mDE7u8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did anyone of you watches A-ha's MTV take on me?? So gay right? Why not take Aha and Family guy together??? TOTALLY FUNNY!!! Anyway, i like family guy... very nice cartoon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-7767509810205525116?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/7767509810205525116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=7767509810205525116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7767509810205525116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/7767509810205525116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/favourit-family-guy-i-seen-so-far.html' title='The favourit family guy i&amp;#39;ve seen so far'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-5889457080003919373</id><published>2007-07-06T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:00:25.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!!!!  THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY!!! (&lt;= Because God made Friday!!)</title><content type='html'>Yawn!! Felt so lazy today because it Friday!! I just talked to my parents for about 1hr 30 mins... It wasnt meant to be that long, but i just felt that i need to talk to them about somethings... you know, SOME things...heez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was just the same, everyone came to class feeling super tired. Stella has went back to Italy( lucky girl!), Jesús is going Karlsruhe, Wilfrid is already in Karlsruhe, and here i am, in my room.. All I could thing of right now is whether i should go for a jog later, or should i just cook dinner and get myself ready for quiet time... You should know what happens after quiet time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! BORING BORING BORING!!! Or wait.. Should i just spend my next half of my day studying? Maybe it would be more fulfilling:) ai ya, but i just feel very lazy.. its not as cold as yesterday, but i did not sleep very well last night. I tried not to think about her, but she just kept popping up in my mind.. Do you know how pop up books function? You open a page, and pictures just come popping out. Yes, that was how it was like... crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto for this week: " Mr Bean, you can eat my shorts!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-5889457080003919373?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/5889457080003919373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=5889457080003919373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5889457080003919373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/5889457080003919373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/tgif-thank-god-its-friday-because-god.html' title='TGIF!!!!!!  THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY!!! (&lt;= Because God made Friday!!)'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-6508697060077518120</id><published>2007-07-06T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:43:11.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS SONG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/gRvXu0y_vr/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/gRvXu0y_vr/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I really like this song!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-6508697060077518120?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/6508697060077518120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=6508697060077518120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6508697060077518120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/6508697060077518120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-this-song.html' title='I LOVE THIS SONG!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-336858902056015624</id><published>2007-07-05T22:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:06:38.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnerstag??</title><content type='html'>ich war einmal, dass ich Fleißig war... Once upon a time, i was hardworking... i was ok!! but that is not the point.. hahaz, okie.. i am crapping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to replenish my supplies of dark chocolates today at penny markt. Jesús and I went together to Penny Markt, when a group of guys were cycling directly infront of us. We were of cos super angry, but at the end of the day, all we could do was to give very loud comments in German, hoping that they could be more considerate to get out of our way the next time round such things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Yong came over to visit me just now. Yesterday, Hsiao Feng came over. Haa!! Am i having some United Chinese Meeting or something like that? I was talking to Da yong all about the history of China and i was actually astonished to find out from him that the chinese in China actually is very proud of the chinese in Singapore (*.*) He told me that the Chinese from China would do anything just to come over to Singapore(&lt;= no wonder right!! so many chinese nationals!!) However, that was not all.. While talking to him, he kept on talking about his girlfriend, whom he has already broken up with before he came over to Germany.. He reminded me of a girl whom i once loved so dearly... Well of course i din tell her, but all I could think of at that time was her beautiful face... haiz... anyway, the talk made me feel that I should uphold the pride of being a Singaporean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that i have been a very good listening ear over here in Germany. My friends would just pour everything to me, trying to tell me anything that is bothering them. I am aso very happy to hear their problems, because it woudl relieve me from MY problems!! Well, it would made me forget my problems... wa!! German is getting harder and harder each day... However, life has to go on... I am still pulling through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand that vietnamese guy anymore... At first i thought that he was a very nice guy, although nervous, but i feel that i can make friends with him. I became really close to him, until the day he tried to correct my german...( BIG MISTAKE!!!!) He enjoys borring me with his big german grammatic theory, and trying to correct my German sentence when it is already corrected! And the thing is, his sentence, those that he has corrected, does not really make sense.. argh!!! and not just that, he enjoys coming really close up to me to discuss answers with me... I dont mind that, unless when he has bad breath!! oh my!! I really have to hold my breath while listening to him.. I dont know what to do... Should I recommend him mints or should I ask him to brush his teeth?? I wished i have changed seats, but I guess the seats are already fixed. I cannot do anything now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some vocals.. My neighbours told me that i can sing( flattered!!), so i sang a small portion of michael bublé's "everything" for them to listen... I have also done a little recording for myself, so that i can reflect on my vocals on how to improvise it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again... 17 celsius for sommer... its freezing here... like... really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-336858902056015624?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/336858902056015624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=336858902056015624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/336858902056015624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/336858902056015624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/donnerstag.html' title='Donnerstag??'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-9042212942592580718</id><published>2007-07-04T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:47:26.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mittwoch... very boring one too</title><content type='html'>i still cannot forget how soundly sayuki was sleeping in class during the lesson, and i was astonished that the teacher did not took notice of it... I was also very tired, but i tried by best not to sleep... If only i took some photos of her sleeping!!! hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RouUGRIbZAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pY4_0PyQow/s1600-h/IMGP0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083319439816614914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RouUGRIbZAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pY4_0PyQow/s320/IMGP0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a typical day after school. I have decided to give myself a break from the library and come back and give myself a break from all that dication i have been doing the past few days... anyway, can u see my lunch?? two yoghurts and a bowl of rice... The rice taste really good man!! I used olive oil together with bacon, lettuce, onion, and spring onion together with a little bit of chilli. For flavouring, i added thymian...( i dunno wad is it called in english)... It tastes really good, and according to my friend, i can improve my memory if i continue to add thymian in my food before i eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teacher just told us something very shocking... He told us that Mannheim( the place where i am staying) used to be a really wacked up place because of the WWII. Almost all of the buildings are like totally wacked up, and most of them have to be removed because they are classified unsafe for people to stay in. The Mannheim now is actually untouched since the WWII... It is actually not very interesting to look at, as compared to heidelberg... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083321286652552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RouVxxIbZBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KQdaN05VuBE/s320/IMGP0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am sure you have seen this picture.. Other than this castle, the rest of Mannheim is very modern... Very not Germany... The Germany i know is very slow paced... So slow that the songs on the radio are very old fashioned... Cars on the streets are hardly new cars( ya, singapore is different rite? Old cars are fast extinct in Singapore!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After revision, i would be meeting up Sayuki and Hsiao Feng for some music!! Hsiao Feng plays the piano, Sayuki sings, i watched... hahaz!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-9042212942592580718?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/9042212942592580718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=9042212942592580718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/9042212942592580718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/9042212942592580718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/mittwoch-very-boring-one-too.html' title='mittwoch... very boring one too'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/RouUGRIbZAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pY4_0PyQow/s72-c/IMGP0822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628920417327181726.post-8805768139726430702</id><published>2007-07-03T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:13:04.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>17 degrees for sommer!!!</title><content type='html'>yepp, i kindda feel alittle guilty for not updating my blog despite having my friends trying to encourage me to update them about my life in Germany. All those excuse about me busy is true okie!! However, I just want to update my life in Germany.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day i wont wanna remember. It is really cold, i think it is a little too cold for a typically warm sommer. Anyway, i was kindda unhappy because the cleaners have somewhat decided not to clean our rooms. We were instructed to leave the floor clear of chairs and shoes, in hopes that the cleaner will come.. Alas, she did not come... -___- Francios and i were like...( hey, wad is this man!!) so we came up with really lame reasons for them like, how the recent strike by the german train services have somewhat "motivated" them to also go on a strike... I came up with a really lame one.. I said that the cold air have somewhat froze them up...(-____-) ok.. i shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way sayuki reacted to the weather... she will be like saying"kalt, kalt, mir ist wirklich kalt" all the way from Goethe Institut to our domitories. Yes, 17 degrees!! i mean, I hope the temperature is distributed evenly to every parts od the world. Singapore is like sorching hot, and here we are in Germany, wearing a sweater in Sommer.. OH come on!!! What is this man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my studies when i suddenly got this strong urge to try and squeeze every new words that i have been learning into my brain. Yeah, i tried everything. I went on from super learning to sleep learning.. You name it, i'd tried it. Super learning is all about listening to classical music and memorizing words at the same time. Since GOD created music, i mean, its no harm given it a try right? I was recently on this classical cd borrowing frenzy that i will be one of the more popular borrowers with the librarian. She would look at me and say..."cd ausleihen??.. Dort können Sie selbst machen".. Apparently she got kindda irritated about helping me with the search of classical music cds because she sees me everyday.. there was this one time where i was like literally killing her to help me find mozart's cd collection in that pathetic few cds that there was in the library. haha! i am the librarian killer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently changed a church..( nope, not from city harvest church)... I have changed from Markuskirche to Freie Evangelishe Gemeine Mannheim. It is a charismatic church, but of course, its is not as exciting as city harvest church, but it was okay for me. I just wanna find a church where i can practise what i have been brought up with with the rest of my church members. Actually frankly speaking, the germans do not really take alot of considerations into dressing up and getting ready and excited for church service like in city harvest church. They dont "really" have praise and worship, although i must say, there are alot of songs that i know how to sing... Yes, they are all in German, but I can sing alot of their songs, because they are just translation from the Original English songs. E.g. Shout to the Lord by Hillsong, Majesty by( icantremember) and many others:) good for me!! i sang all of them in german!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2211 right now in Germany... well, i guess i will go and bathe.. need to sleep well because i spent quite alot of time yesterday doing things i shouldnt be doing.. PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES!!!ok, its not so bad lar.. its only a day....oopsss -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1628920417327181726-8805768139726430702?l=munichstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/8805768139726430702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1628920417327181726&amp;postID=8805768139726430702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8805768139726430702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1628920417327181726/posts/default/8805768139726430702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munichstreet.blogspot.com/2007/07/17-degrees-for-sommer.html' title='17 degrees for sommer!!!'/><author><name>Mavarick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559871335471518274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NuG_t3qjrdQ/R-3hcl2pwQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hv2lqD9B7U0/S220/angry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
