<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3478579008798883580</id><updated>2026-08-05T16:39:36.384+08:00</updated><category term="family"/><category term="jovial"/><category term="Marvell"/><category term="ranting"/><category term="Jovial and Marvell"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="faith"/><category term="friday"/><category term="gathering"/><category term="running"/><category term="wife"/><category term="Brother Steven"/><category term="Long lost cousin"/><category term="Wife&#39;s birthday"/><category term="anniversary"/><category term="good friend"/><category term="mom"/><category term="Berszih 3.0 428 we were there"/><category term="Best day of my life"/><category term="Jiro"/><category term="Joival"/><category term="Marvel Birthday"/><category term="Marvell UPSR"/><category term="Marvell father day"/><category term="Marvell unforgettable event"/><category term="Marvell&#39;s quote"/><category term="Mother day 2012"/><category term="PP"/><category term="Penang Bridge International Marathon"/><category term="Wedding anniversary"/><category term="anniversay"/><category term="ant attack"/><category term="break in"/><category term="eugene"/><category term="f"/><category term="family gathering"/><category term="family holiday"/><category term="midnight"/><category term="mom birthday"/><category term="money"/><category term="mother day"/><category term="old friend"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="year end"/><title type='text'>Bold Talk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-2620575597926707228</id><published>2016-12-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2016-12-19T13:58:32.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos Son</title><summary type="text">


Very proud of you son
















</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/2620575597926707228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/12/kudos-son.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/2620575597926707228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/2620575597926707228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/12/kudos-son.html' title='Kudos Son'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjj5ihDjW4uRUemKULgWAXlC-Eh5L4WjFNkJaIXehBCGNafAgYAv3ezHCIGJDKv3_GyEV8rsVPC9vB1ZpEs-h2POhT3OynoFS4f629sYe9FIGavKWzczr6fnLllTSKhOtio57D-Wn9w4/s72-c/PT3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-108520536687488719</id><published>2016-12-06T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2016-12-06T15:47:05.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 going 20</title><summary type="text">Looking back, I really can&#39;t believe that my oldest son Jovial soon gonna be 20 years old already, how time really flies.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/108520536687488719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/12/19-going-20.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/108520536687488719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/108520536687488719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/12/19-going-20.html' title='19 going 20'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4642954331904260526</id><published>2016-11-07T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2016-11-07T10:17:47.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly missing him much</title><summary type="text">It has been a week since Marvell has &quot;relocated&quot; to Singapore and thank God for technology that we are able to stay connected via Facebook and whatsapp.

This is also the very first time that Marvell has stayed away for a long time from home and I have already begun to miss him much, miss his cheekiness, miss his &quot;merepek&quot;, miss his hugs and miss his saying of &quot; Love You&quot;

I guess the time has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4642954331904260526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/11/suddenly-missing-him-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4642954331904260526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4642954331904260526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/11/suddenly-missing-him-much.html' title='Suddenly missing him much'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIw1krBB3X-30Q-uVxSNuFPUvS9d4dXK47abRNeP1gprxCEzs25rp_zoiI2-F9pyKIoqiGuGwwXA14xtHCMobo50dDiWsVAFay9tt3vuyljpIfBzsaPlM756W-ajdQxFMG6E1Em13Ujo/s72-c/14915735_10153901417911087_6507891304774461054_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-5254250818152190691</id><published>2016-11-01T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2016-11-01T09:29:46.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to fly son</title><summary type="text">This year June, my lil son without informing us sat for one particular exam which was run my NUS High school Singapore that so called recruit those they consider &quot;good&quot; to be given full scholarship to study in that college.

He made it through the exam round,then made it through the interview round as well, Thus he was confirmed to be accepted by NUS High Singapore and would start his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/5254250818152190691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/11/time-to-fly-son_1.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5254250818152190691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5254250818152190691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2016/11/time-to-fly-son_1.html' title='Time to fly son'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElo2lC-tykVHLq_Dwtm4BkYENxMZqm9B2cjbqahpg0mlYu9J13qHiJx0lwp2rUwo6PXprisvJkP6BSbPae9gZUs4mlWcyZ8gLuZjDabBTHyJVK6n5NTKto1-_1YCttPAlji3VyB9LAJ4/s72-c/10563009_10152592479573399_6547915764421703339_n+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1262301771012854684</id><published>2015-07-13T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-07-13T16:04:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 and the heat is on.</title><summary type="text">Jovial didn&#39;t do quite well in his SPM, (that&#39;s what he conceded), a few As and string of B+ to me is all right but I know he was kind of disappointed at it.

Unofficial post mortem was done, he recognized his short comings and mistakes and I asked him if he wanted to pick a course and enroll into a college, he declined. He said he wanted to strut it out again through six forms.

I could see the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1262301771012854684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/07/18-and-heat-is-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1262301771012854684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1262301771012854684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/07/18-and-heat-is-on.html' title='18 and the heat is on.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1711171962892876641</id><published>2015-07-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-07-09T15:13:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed it has been this long</title><summary type="text">To my fellow bloggers friends, I am sorry that I have not been able to visit your blogs to read and pen down comments.

I didn&#39;t really realize that it has indeed been this long since my last post, life indeed has been a little hard with my business not doing too well but thank God it is still manageable,.

Looking back I still miss those blogging time,where I can pen down my thoughts, giving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1711171962892876641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/07/indeed-it-has-been-this-long.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1711171962892876641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1711171962892876641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/07/indeed-it-has-been-this-long.html' title='Indeed it has been this long'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6672943031731461208</id><published>2015-02-16T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-02-16T16:21:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dateline : 14th February 2015</title><summary type="text">He was so happy when his driving instructor went to see him at his workshop to pass him his driving license, for the very first time, my son finally got his driving license.

On the same evening, in spite of my worries, I agreed to let him drive me and my wife back from his workshop for the first time on this day 14th, February 2015.

Along the way home, both me and wife were like kept telling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6672943031731461208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/02/dateline-14th-february-2015.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6672943031731461208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6672943031731461208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/02/dateline-14th-february-2015.html' title='Dateline : 14th February 2015'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6574557487016081484</id><published>2015-02-05T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2015-02-05T10:06:57.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of first paycheck and RM50</title><summary type="text">Yesterday Jovial was kind of happy and when he told me this, &quot;papa, I have got my salary already&quot; and asked him, so what was he gonna do about the first paycheck of RM780.00, he kept mum for a while.

Just when we were about to take our dinner, he took out two RM50.00 notes, he handed me one and his mother another one and he said he wanted to keep the rest.

I asked him why did he want to keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6574557487016081484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/02/of-first-paycheck-and-rm50.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6574557487016081484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6574557487016081484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/02/of-first-paycheck-and-rm50.html' title='Of first paycheck and RM50'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-5496914031852352653</id><published>2015-01-19T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-01-19T15:37:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess he is different...</title><summary type="text">Soon after his SPM exam, Jovial said he wanted to &quot;chill and relax&quot; for a short stint, he went travel a bit with his friends, then rested for a few days at home.

So when I casually asked him if he wanted to work part time, may be as a waiter or shop assistant like many of his friends, he said no. After hearing this, I thought he just wanted to continue to &quot;chill and relax&quot; until his result comes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/5496914031852352653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-guess-he-is-different.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5496914031852352653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5496914031852352653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-guess-he-is-different.html' title='I guess he is different...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1819348117934680532</id><published>2015-01-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-01-16T16:46:41.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed..</title><summary type="text">It is funny how sometimes there are friends who are envious of me, I don&#39;t drive big cars, I don&#39;t stay in big bungalow and I don&#39;t wear branded suits, all I have is a great wife, two wonderful sons and some money in the bank, that&#39;s all and not forgetting I do have a great God.

Friends sometimes tell me, &quot;you good lah, sons so well nurtured, wife earning well, you too business okay&quot; at times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1819348117934680532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-am-blessed.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1819348117934680532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1819348117934680532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8293846936744067534</id><published>2014-09-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-09-27T00:00:06.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dear</title><summary type="text">Happy Birthday dear.



Will always remember,27th September.

The birthday of my one and only love.

So many years we have been together

My love for you will always get stronger



May the Lord grant you good health

To enjoy the life we both share

Every day or our lives will be like birthday joy

Once again Happy Birthday dear.



P/S : I Love You
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8293846936744067534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/09/happy-birthday-dear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8293846936744067534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8293846936744067534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/09/happy-birthday-dear.html' title='Happy Birthday Dear'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-2902208822520684951</id><published>2014-09-22T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2014-09-22T15:20:35.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that he is 17</title><summary type="text">The time has finally come Jovial is 17 already (okay not by month or date but by year) and soon he will be sitting for his SPM.

As parent, one side of me is telling that I have full confidence in him but the other side of me is kind of worried of what lies ahead for him.

I guess I can only pray that the best will be what he wants it to be, therefore I shall wait and see.

P/S : Son, you can do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/2902208822520684951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/09/now-that-he-is-17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/2902208822520684951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/2902208822520684951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/09/now-that-he-is-17.html' title='Now that he is 17'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6725031633406183524</id><published>2014-04-10T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2014-04-10T11:10:33.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s the way to go sons.</title><summary type="text">As a dad, I must say I am very proud of my two boys,even though they are not the top scorers in their studies but it is about their attitude that I am very proud of.

This year Jovial will be sitting for his SPM and to tell you the truth I am anxious about his so called preparation for it, thus I have been kind of nagging or bugging him as far as SPM is concerned and every time I do that he just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6725031633406183524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/04/thats-way-to-go-sons.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6725031633406183524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6725031633406183524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/04/thats-way-to-go-sons.html' title='That&#39;s the way to go sons.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-240289915215525981</id><published>2014-03-20T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-03-20T15:58:04.465+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brother Steven"/><title type='text'>He is not that tough anymore....</title><summary type="text">I have got only one brother (of different father) and he had been a drug user since he was like 17 years old and now he is 54, he quit that vice about 10 years ago.

He is a very intelligent man but too bad that was not put to a good use, when he was small which I could remember, he was always &quot;brain washed&quot; by my grand mother that nobody loved him, nobody cared for him and my father (his step </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/240289915215525981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/03/he-is-not-that-tough-anymore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/240289915215525981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/240289915215525981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/03/he-is-not-that-tough-anymore.html' title='He is not that tough anymore....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-38985124280494982</id><published>2014-01-10T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2014-01-10T10:30:54.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St John?</title><summary type="text">The other I was asking Marvell which extra co curriculum activities he wanted to join, he said he wanted to join mainly St John and Chess Club.

When I asked him why did he want to join St John, he shared this with me, he said. &quot; Papa, St John can help me in the future when &amp;nbsp;become a doctor and I want to learn to help people now&quot;

P/S : Thank God for his good heart and a good son</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/38985124280494982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/01/st-john.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/38985124280494982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/38985124280494982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/01/st-john.html' title='St John?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6239872121915600485</id><published>2014-01-03T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-01-03T14:29:09.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The school day blues</title><summary type="text">So, it was about 6.32 pm, I said to myself that I should stop running cos I wanted to wait for Marvell at the bus stop as he came back from school and I wanted to walk with him to the house after all it was his first day in secondary form.

As I waited and waited, there was not a slightest sight of his school bus and when I thought it was okay being the first day of school, the confusion, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6239872121915600485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-school-day-blues.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6239872121915600485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6239872121915600485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-school-day-blues.html' title='The school day blues'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8884702911205340761</id><published>2013-11-15T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-11-15T10:42:32.036+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding anniversary"/><title type='text'>17th</title><summary type="text">There are times when I am mad with you
Even more times when you are mad with me
But through it all, we have never failed to be
I am yours and you&#39;re my one and only.

The goodness of you feels like a gentle breeze
Sweeping through the years with your honesty
My weaknesses, you&#39;ve helped me see
&quot;Thank You&quot; are the words I speak to thee.



Remembering those times, when money was not so easy.
You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8884702911205340761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/11/17th.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8884702911205340761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8884702911205340761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/11/17th.html' title='17th'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWnfqhrJgh9UU3OInhBDVgktazOhNj3DsU5bawGw5geQRn6FtFtmE5P3arIkthQ3RH-HHUmlgfQq8azaCskJh4GkUMg0mG67Rw6MLxF5Ad3H1eWtytttoXBcB9LaNy3B6P8RMFKpwKwE/s72-c/wedding.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-50975907371623547</id><published>2013-11-14T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-11-14T11:05:24.280+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell UPSR"/><title type='text'>May be this is the beginning of a Pathologist in the making.....</title><summary type="text">Something has always amazed me as far as Marvell is concerned, I remember when he was like 6 years old, when asked what his ambition was,he would say a doctor, so we would leave it as it was,a mere childhood&#39;s wishful dream.

As years meanders by till now, whenever he is asked again about his ambition,he would adamantly say a doctor but this time he is more objective which kind of medical faculty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/50975907371623547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/11/may-be-this-is-beginning-of-pathologist.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/50975907371623547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/50975907371623547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/11/may-be-this-is-beginning-of-pathologist.html' title='May be this is the beginning of a Pathologist in the making.....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrWL7yZYbfKPxEtL2g_sFUGQ6H0LFr8DYFsboj96Q9TU7aqcJwdlEI1b5M-ynzqAoB6y7AMxJXAMA5lqJ6BPx1ZmZ18Cpbqgj59e2nx95L0-ha2jOoZrdv8pVgfsWAcSfVeatT1LDFuI/s72-c/upsr.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4250006365290837066</id><published>2013-11-03T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-11-03T00:30:02.232+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovial"/><title type='text'>You&#39;re simply awesome </title><summary type="text">Dear Jovial,

Let papa say I love you first before I wish you a &quot;Happy Birthday&quot; and may the good Lord continue to bless you with good health and great wisdom.

Son, you are now 16 officially already today, a big boy now or should I say a teen already, you have your own thinking,sometime much to my dislike but hey what the hack like I said you are a big boy now.

Dear son, there have been many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4250006365290837066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/11/youre-simply-awesome.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4250006365290837066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4250006365290837066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/11/youre-simply-awesome.html' title='You&#39;re simply awesome '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXhWxJwMD0yxzVmNmgzLn_I3D1oWpgRyM0iMX0J62ItzTb4Nxo72z0sK8mnfzN105KEdDXiigOEmeCIlKMuemYCbs8PZVTtIKTnR1Yztzcdxr4stqp2q8g5fNAPd4JMb1dgvUH3-U8aw/s72-c/jovial+pic.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4432995253080418901</id><published>2013-10-25T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-10-25T10:24:50.509+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvel Birthday"/><title type='text'>You&#39;re simply awesome..................</title><summary type="text">Dear Marvell,

Let papa begin by saying this to you first thing first,&quot;Happy birthday son and I will always always love you&quot;

You know son, it has always been such a joy to have you as my son, your cheekiness, your coolness and your smartness but most of all I like you just the way you are.

Son, as you move on further in your life, I hope you have and will pick up those &quot;life lessons&quot; that papa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4432995253080418901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/youre-simply-awesome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4432995253080418901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4432995253080418901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/youre-simply-awesome.html' title='You&#39;re simply awesome..................'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzQDq7Ca8lXC7eVnDVw03mxKcPW9mGt14saQ0bUhK69WurDPVkPBwjsGLKmo8sBo-0o7emLyOlmCTcdUt-5wm1tfkoETkpWUqG7aW6syjlhnJ1Y_JN_R1HLGnTGBhpk2g4zU48m2hXqY/s72-c/208114_4751896124400_610228201_n+(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1965326227577766913</id><published>2013-10-18T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-10-18T16:10:14.467+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jovial and Marvell"/><title type='text'>My hope and My dream</title><summary type="text">My wife emailed these photos of my two boys when they were little, looking at them, I felt just like many of you parents would have felt,&quot;Man, how time really flies&quot;











As a parent,sometimes I have regrets too, in ways that I told myself that I should have done this more,done that less but then again true to the saying of &quot;How time flies&quot; Looking at them now, they are both now soon to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1965326227577766913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-hope-and-my-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1965326227577766913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1965326227577766913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-hope-and-my-dream.html' title='My hope and My dream'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB1iy4NSR3zYHtnv7HcVm-OnEgE5p65TYWFk6JaqtgMVwCk-IvqYybCQQABNluBO3m0xd9n-qsyyTNY4ELe20YL4WvJD6miX3-lh6FrFuSBUwb4eSoDUAmAeTpx_olsE4a47jjZJ6r7Q/s72-c/Marvell+1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-517511984708336982</id><published>2013-10-11T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-10-11T10:09:24.122+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joival"/><title type='text'>We are family. Yesterday&#39;s story</title><summary type="text">What would your action be when suddenly in the midst of having lunch with your children when one of them started to tell you this, &quot; Papa, you are summoned to go and see my discipline teacher tomorrow?&quot;

I was asked to do the above mentioned by my Jovial yesterday, when I heard it,I smiled at him and asked him gently why,then I just paused and waited &amp;nbsp;for his explanation.

To be frank I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/517511984708336982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/we-are-family-yesterdays-story.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/517511984708336982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/517511984708336982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/we-are-family-yesterdays-story.html' title='We are family. Yesterday&#39;s story'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8534911065821281755</id><published>2013-10-02T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-10-02T15:39:28.773+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovial"/><title type='text'>A tale of two tumblers.......................</title><summary type="text">Just some simple words, just a few brief moments of showing concern,that&#39;s suffice to make me happy...

Jovial asked me two weeks if he could change his tumbler to a bigger one, I said okay and told him that I would get my friend to get him the &quot;Tupperware&#39; brand one.

A week has passed and my friend still has not sent me the tumbler yet and one night over the dinner Jovial asked me when would he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8534911065821281755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-tale-of-two-tumblers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8534911065821281755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8534911065821281755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-tale-of-two-tumblers.html' title='A tale of two tumblers.......................'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6926769658475790057</id><published>2013-09-26T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-09-26T16:43:49.537+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wife&#39;s birthday"/><title type='text'>Tomorrow&#39;s Today</title><summary type="text">Let&#39;s face it, when we wish someone a belated birthday it is when we forget or too busy to remember that someone&#39;s birthday or may be that someone is kind of too negligible to be remembered.

But what if a someone who is very important or special to you, would you not &quot;pre remember&quot; his or her birthday?

So here I am wishing my lovely wife &quot;Happy Birthday&quot; albeit a day earlier because she truly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6926769658475790057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/09/tomorrows-today_26.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6926769658475790057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6926769658475790057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/09/tomorrows-today_26.html' title='Tomorrow&#39;s Today'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-889703762794376715</id><published>2013-09-23T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-09-23T16:41:44.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The angst of a care giver...................</title><summary type="text">Just about a week or so ago, I sat down,chatting over a cuppa with a dear friend and it kind of caught me by surprise when I began to hold his hand and gave him a hug telling him to be strong whilst weathering through the hard time, his eyes began to moisten with some little tears.

You see my friend&#39;s wife was diagnosed with cancer close to a year now, she left her job and currently going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/889703762794376715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-angst-of-care-giver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/889703762794376715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/889703762794376715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-angst-of-care-giver.html' title='The angst of a care giver...................'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>