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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" 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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQHw9eSp7ImA9WhBaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580</id><updated>2013-05-24T13:39:01.261+08:00</updated><category term="friday" /><category term="Brother Steven" /><category term="Jovial and Marvell" /><category term="mom birthday" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="relationship" /><category term="Berszih 3.0 428 we were there" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="Jiro" /><category term="family gathering" /><category term="family holiday" /><category term="eugene" /><category term="wife" /><category term="faith" /><category term="ant attack" /><category term="good friend" /><category term="Best day of my life" /><category term="ranting" /><category term="break in" /><category term="mother day" /><category term="year end" /><category term="running" /><category term="old friend" /><category term="midnight" /><category term="anniversary" /><category term="Penang Bridge International Marathon" /><category term="anniversay" /><category term="family" /><category term="Mother day 2012" /><category term="mom" /><category term="f" /><category term="jovial" /><category term="Marvell unforgettable event" /><category term="PP" /><category term="Marvell" /><category term="money" /><category term="gathering" /><category term="Wife's birthday" /><title>Bold Talk</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.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&amp;v=2" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BoldTalk" /><feedburner:info uri="boldtalk" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQ3c9eip7ImA9WhBaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-9077672497608644939</id><published>2013-05-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-24T00:30:02.962+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-24T00:30:02.962+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovial" /><title>5 days have passed.........</title><summary type="html">Though the rashes remain,albeit not so evident anymore and I made him skip school today,(after his exam though) and tomorrow being holiday,I did it because I wanted Jovial to have good rest.....

Doctor said that I should monitor for a week,if there was blood in his urine,thank God,there has been no sign of it since the last visit to the doc...

Thanks for the concern and words of encouragement

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/al9ofcKRO-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/9077672497608644939/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/5-days-have-passed.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/9077672497608644939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/9077672497608644939?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/al9ofcKRO-k/5-days-have-passed.html" title="5 days have passed........." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/5-days-have-passed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FQnc5fCp7ImA9WhBaEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1194263925484186266</id><published>2013-05-20T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T10:10:13.924+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-20T10:10:13.924+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovial" /><title>I prayed,I cried and I lost sleep.............</title><summary type="html">Jovial has been having rashes a few days now,so last night, I took him to see doctor and the doctor had a check on him and he said.........................

He said, his rashes were not due to allergy nor was it due to heat,he then gave me one medical jargon that I have never heard before and it was Nephrotic syndrome,I was thinking what the heck it was and when he explained it,it sent chill down&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/idOUibIPmRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1194263925484186266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-prayedi-cried-and-i-lost-sleep.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1194263925484186266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1194263925484186266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/idOUibIPmRY/i-prayedi-cried-and-i-lost-sleep.html" title="I prayed,I cried and I lost sleep............." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-prayedi-cried-and-i-lost-sleep.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMHQXs8fip7ImA9WhBbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-5270726762547284159</id><published>2013-05-16T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T09:40:30.576+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T09:40:30.576+08:00</app:edited><title>She's just 18..........................................</title><summary type="html">I really feel compelled to share this..............may be it will help us to look at things differently or may be it will alert us that might just happen to our 15.16,17 or 18 years old boys and girls.

I was having some drinks with a couple of husband and wife last night and as we chatted along, the wife was sharing with me how stressed their daughter was going through as far as exams and school&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/519gTDlXxv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/5270726762547284159/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/shes-just-18.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5270726762547284159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5270726762547284159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/519gTDlXxv4/shes-just-18.html" title="She's just 18.........................................." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/shes-just-18.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIBRHg7fSp7ImA9WhBbE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8904183427938949430</id><published>2013-05-12T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T11:15:55.605+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-12T11:15:55.605+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>From Him to Her.....</title><summary type="html">

This morning,Marvell told his mom that he would do what he is told from his mom, he dried the clothes for her,he massaged for her and for the rest of the day,he said,he would just submit to her request.

Few days ago,he crafted a art piece just to surprise his mom and in it,it says,,"Thanks mom for all that you have done for this family,thank you for your sacrifices and I promise to try my best&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/d306-A8jcWY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8904183427938949430/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/from-him-to-her.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8904183427938949430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8904183427938949430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/d306-A8jcWY/from-him-to-her.html" title="From Him to Her....." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A5KdEzmJWSo/UY8HvnYV8PI/AAAAAAAABl8/gRUDS9r71js/s72-c/DSC_0022.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/from-him-to-her.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABQX46eyp7ImA9WhBUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-7583739370488838056</id><published>2013-05-07T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T09:22:30.013+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-07T09:22:30.013+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>The final push...</title><summary type="html">Sometimes I really like the ways Marvell makes his stance..........

It was about 8.50 pm last night, I knew he was tired, so I told him to go to bed early but he refused,then I told him that he should otherwise he would not be "alert"enough to sit for his exam today but then came his reply.

He said,"Papa, I know I've got exam tomorrow,that's why I am going to study "a little bit more" later" &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/kssmJThNOSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7583739370488838056/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-final-push.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/7583739370488838056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/7583739370488838056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/kssmJThNOSI/the-final-push.html" title="The final push..." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-final-push.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNQXg5cCp7ImA9WhBVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4901944275004970188</id><published>2013-04-25T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-25T16:59:50.628+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-25T16:59:50.628+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brother Steven" /><title>For the first time...</title><summary type="html">For the first time I hugged him so hard,(I am glad that he responded likewise,it was just not him to do that) for the first time I cried for him and for the first time,I had this strange feeling that I was losing him.........

So the deadly cancer struck him once again, he was timed to go for chemotherapy today,even though he appeared nonchalant towards his illness but I knew he was dead scared..&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/XOPq9SC5jyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4901944275004970188/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/for-first-time.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4901944275004970188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4901944275004970188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/XOPq9SC5jyY/for-first-time.html" title="For the first time..." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/for-first-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQ3Yzfip7ImA9WhBVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4033424819731116160</id><published>2013-04-23T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-23T09:26:52.886+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-23T09:26:52.886+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovial" /><title>So sweet............</title><summary type="html">Last week, when I told Jovial that I might be suffering from high blood pressure, cos my record showed 156/98 and I told him that I chose not to get angry with him and told him that I truly loved him, I could see that his eyes were welled up with tears.

At night, my wife told me something like this,"You know, Jovial told me this before he went to sleep, he said,from now,we must not let papa be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/Ii0twLXEBxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4033424819731116160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/so-sweet.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4033424819731116160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4033424819731116160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/Ii0twLXEBxQ/so-sweet.html" title="So sweet............" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/so-sweet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDSX46cCp7ImA9WhBWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-9037476200800984202</id><published>2013-04-15T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-15T10:01:18.018+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-15T10:01:18.018+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jovial" /><title>Of late............</title><summary type="html">Of  late, I tried to understand that he is so called "in the transition period" from boyhood to manhood, seriously I tried but it is like a period that we both are engaged in a "cold war"....

We seldom talk now, not that we used to, we don't do things together now, not that we used too, so it is all about that he is 16 now.

I do believe that he has got good heart but at the same time, he has &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/xhpUQLjSR44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/9037476200800984202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/of-late.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/9037476200800984202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/9037476200800984202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/xhpUQLjSR44/of-late.html" title="Of late............" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/of-late.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEAQXsycCp7ImA9WhBWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8843297817356200718</id><published>2013-04-08T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-08T16:10:40.598+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-08T16:10:40.598+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>I will always treasure this moment............</title><summary type="html">Marvell was coughing badly and incessantly this morning, the coughs woke me up at about 5 am, it really pained me when I saw him coughing like this, my lovely wife woke up to boil him a cup of hotel water to soothe his cough and I..................

And I told him to come and sleep next to me, so that I could gently stroke his chest and back to make sure that he could sleep well and as I was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/slLtz8Q57QA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8843297817356200718/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-will-always-treasure-this-moment.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8843297817356200718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8843297817356200718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/slLtz8Q57QA/i-will-always-treasure-this-moment.html" title="I will always treasure this moment............" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-will-always-treasure-this-moment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMRXg4cSp7ImA9WhBXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4465967342090726895</id><published>2013-04-02T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-02T09:54:44.639+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-02T09:54:44.639+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>From 1 to 4</title><summary type="html">So Marvell told me that this time around he got the 4th position in the class from his first term examination, so again that he used to get No 1, I called up to him, I gave him a hug and I asked.

"Are you happy son that this time you did not get the first?" He said no, he asked me why, I said that I was afraid that the he would be sad but judging from his demeanor, I know that he won't be.

I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/5q_OCZr2ai4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4465967342090726895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/from-1-to-4.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4465967342090726895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4465967342090726895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/5q_OCZr2ai4/from-1-to-4.html" title="From 1 to 4" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/04/from-1-to-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBRns9fyp7ImA9WhBXFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-4756872826864095136</id><published>2013-03-29T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-29T13:50:57.567+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-29T13:50:57.567+08:00</app:edited><title>The killer factor</title><summary type="html">I was having a casual chat with my church's elder,who happened to be a marriage counselor for a few years. I put forth a question to him, I asked," Brother Lim, if you could recollect all your marriage counselling experience, what is one problem that is on top of the list?

 He said none other than "money problem" and I really think I couldn't agree with him more.

As far as I am concerned, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/MblVZkQNO_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4756872826864095136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-killer-factor.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4756872826864095136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/4756872826864095136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/MblVZkQNO_Y/the-killer-factor.html" title="The killer factor" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-killer-factor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFRXkzeSp7ImA9WhBXE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6371435242773545957</id><published>2013-03-27T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-27T10:06:54.781+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-27T10:06:54.781+08:00</app:edited><title>The dancing boys and girls</title><summary type="html">So, we have received many complaints about some boys and girls,(ages from 14 to 16) practicing their dance routines near the lift lobby in where I stay...the complaints are of noise, some littering, blocking the walkways.

I as one of the Resident Committee members was asked to give feedback and solutions to this issue,so I wrote to the Board......

"Dear Committee members,

We were all young &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/H8wXURhr8D4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6371435242773545957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-dancing-boys-and-girls.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6371435242773545957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6371435242773545957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/H8wXURhr8D4/the-dancing-boys-and-girls.html" title="The dancing boys and girls" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-dancing-boys-and-girls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMQH4zeCp7ImA9WhBXEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6583320075803816961</id><published>2013-03-25T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-25T10:11:21.080+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-25T10:11:21.080+08:00</app:edited><title>Woman</title><summary type="html">

I did not make this up,it was Oprah Winfrey who said it,and as a man I think i must say i agree and if i were to think as a "woman" I will raise my hands and feet up for a total "standing ovation" for her but some times I would forget...............





1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.

2. Stop making excuses for a man and his&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/gdjFUlQtS_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6583320075803816961/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/woman.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6583320075803816961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6583320075803816961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/gdjFUlQtS_4/woman.html" title="Woman" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VK-d1CBYh7I/UU-sdQBuTHI/AAAAAAAABlk/zsZXThknRLM/s72-c/oprah.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/woman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDSX87eSp7ImA9WhBQGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-7242367369545187569</id><published>2013-03-22T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-22T15:16:18.101+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-22T15:16:18.101+08:00</app:edited><title>A few questions after SPM....</title><summary type="html">There is just one thing I really don't understand, are the children now super clever than what we were? You see so many of them scoring so many As and some more A+, I remember during my time,if one scored about 7A, it was a great news already but now.......sigh.

Now,I wold like to hear from you experienced parents out there,I have a question to ask.........

Assuming,next year my Jovial's result&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/goQdPtJevOY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7242367369545187569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-few-questions-after-spm.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/7242367369545187569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/7242367369545187569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/goQdPtJevOY/a-few-questions-after-spm.html" title="A few questions after SPM...." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-few-questions-after-spm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcDRX0-eSp7ImA9WhBQF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1861164253677687022</id><published>2013-03-20T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-20T11:27:54.351+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-20T11:27:54.351+08:00</app:edited><title>A Electrical Kettle</title><summary type="html">Yesterday evening,I asked my lil Marvell to follow me out to buy something,he asked me,what would I buy,I said I needed to buy a electrical kettle.

He knew that we did not need a electrical kettle and there must be a reason why his papa wanted to buy a electrical kettle, so after coming out from the electrical appliances shop,I just told him this,"Marvell,now let's go and give this kettle to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/x_rw2DqqkYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1861164253677687022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-electrical-kettle.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1861164253677687022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1861164253677687022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/x_rw2DqqkYc/a-electrical-kettle.html" title="A Electrical Kettle" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-electrical-kettle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYEQnk5fSp7ImA9WhBQFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-577490876725129116</id><published>2013-03-18T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-18T12:15:03.725+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-18T12:15:03.725+08:00</app:edited><title>Giving too much ?</title><summary type="html">I have this old classmate of mine, been married twice and now is divorced again, two grown up boys, one 4 years old boy and he has been blacklisted by 7 banks for the total debts of over RM100 thousands  he doesn't have a steady job.

Sometimes when I think of this old classmate of mine, I just wonder what had actually happened to him, is it the fault of his own that he is what he is now?

Of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/tSsajWU7pi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/577490876725129116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/giving-it-too-much.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/577490876725129116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/577490876725129116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/tSsajWU7pi4/giving-it-too-much.html" title="Giving too much ?" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/giving-it-too-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQX07fip7ImA9WhBRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8558387725823462086</id><published>2013-03-11T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-11T15:41:00.306+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-11T15:41:00.306+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>Yours confidently Marvell</title><summary type="html">My lil one has really got some unique traits for one,he is very meticulous in what he does but sometimes those unique traits of his could really send shivers down my spine,,,

Last night,I was sleeping in with Marvell,then I asked,"Marvell, so tomorrow,what are the subjects in your exam tomorrow?" he said nonchalantly," I don't know papa" I was surprised,I shot back," How come you don't know,your&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/zrNtFh7gEFA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8558387725823462086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/yours-confidently-marvell.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8558387725823462086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8558387725823462086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/zrNtFh7gEFA/yours-confidently-marvell.html" title="Yours confidently Marvell" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNfBH5LMkCE/UT2KR74LPvI/AAAAAAAABlQ/UJRb1Q7u1KE/s72-c/m.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/yours-confidently-marvell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNQHs9fyp7ImA9WhBRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8370348664078081859</id><published>2013-03-07T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-07T09:39:51.567+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-07T09:39:51.567+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>Teaching him about Money.....</title><summary type="html">So I parked my car and the parking attendant came, he asked,'Berapa lama?" I said, "setengah jam' he replied," 40 cents" I then gave him a one ringgit note and asked him to keep the change.

Marvell looked at me and said, "Papa, you are so good lah, not many people will do that" I then said to him, " Son, you must always remember this, it is always good to make people happy with the little that &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/zoGqlWYRrXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8370348664078081859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/teaching-him-about-money.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8370348664078081859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8370348664078081859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/zoGqlWYRrXc/teaching-him-about-money.html" title="Teaching him about Money....." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/teaching-him-about-money.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDSXg9cSp7ImA9WhBRFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-8409406541235675169</id><published>2013-03-04T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-04T21:26:18.669+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-04T21:26:18.669+08:00</app:edited><title>RM 100</title><summary type="html">I am entitled to a "windfall" of RM 100 courtesy of Penang state government under the state's Anak Emas Program as I was told by my friend, so I asked her to help me to get the form for me to fill up and she did but then again,on second thought.

As I was coming back home with the form firmly in my hand,( for I wanted to fill it up at home), suddenly a thought came to my mind, it was a thought &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/RCyQzzhkmSk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/8409406541235675169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/rm-100.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8409406541235675169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/8409406541235675169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/RCyQzzhkmSk/rm-100.html" title="RM 100" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/rm-100.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEEQHg6cCp7ImA9WhBREEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-5890133412915173140</id><published>2013-03-01T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-03-01T06:30:01.618+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-01T06:30:01.618+08:00</app:edited><title>Love so right but turns out to be so wrong</title><summary type="html">I was having dinner celebrating my 17th wedding anniversary with my lovely wife last Friday,we sat along at the Al Fresco line, we love to do that cos we can watch people streaming by while enjoying our meals.

It was a pleasant surprise for me when I saw a very old time lady friend,who happened to tag along her son for dinner there as well, when I saw her, I quickly rose from my chair and gave &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/SmbQrVWRb8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/5890133412915173140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/love-so-right-but-turns-out-to-be-so.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5890133412915173140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/5890133412915173140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/SmbQrVWRb8I/love-so-right-but-turns-out-to-be-so.html" title="Love so right but turns out to be so wrong" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/03/love-so-right-but-turns-out-to-be-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCSHo5fSp7ImA9WhBSGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6916202156807723321</id><published>2013-02-26T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-26T09:11:09.425+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-26T09:11:09.425+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>A transvestite,Hong Kong drama and a crying boy</title><summary type="html">My wife took me and Marvell to her customer's annual dinner last Saturday, it was not a grand one but the vibe and the food was all good, we really enjoyed ourselves there.


During one of the performances,one performer who happened to be a transvestite had this uncanny showmanship that really rocked the whole crowd and even his name was funnily termed as "Lao Pu Ki" and too me,he was the best &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/9ggIZW5ur7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6916202156807723321/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-transvestitehong-kong-drama-and.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6916202156807723321?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6916202156807723321?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/9ggIZW5ur7M/a-transvestitehong-kong-drama-and.html" title="A transvestite,Hong Kong drama and a crying boy" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-transvestitehong-kong-drama-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFSH44fip7ImA9WhBSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1407513490178751025</id><published>2013-02-22T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T09:05:19.036+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T09:05:19.036+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anniversary" /><title>17 of You and Me................</title><summary type="html">Thank you for spending all those 17 years with me, along the way our vehicle of love might have bumped into many pot holes, many humps and many AES(s) but with your patience and love, we managed to go through all of it..

Thank God for a wonderful woman like you.....and Happy 17 anniversary.....

P/S : I Love You&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/L8p-a7dbaI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1407513490178751025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/17-of-you-and-me.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1407513490178751025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1407513490178751025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/L8p-a7dbaI0/17-of-you-and-me.html" title="17 of You and Me................" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/17-of-you-and-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMFQHs8eip7ImA9WhBSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-2048460757467503960</id><published>2013-02-19T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-19T09:30:11.572+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-19T09:30:11.572+08:00</app:edited><title>A cancer patient,a reunion dinner and a Insurance agent</title><summary type="html">It is almost customary that once a year, my former primarily classmates would come together for a reunion dinner for we have been friends for as long as 40 years now...

So, this year the reunion dinner was held on the 4th day of CNY, I have always looked forward to such a meaningful dinner but sadly this year's dinner was nothing much but about "product promotion" and I unintentionally heard &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/7ekXAKP7my8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/2048460757467503960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-cancer-patienta-reunion-dinner-and.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/2048460757467503960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/2048460757467503960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/7ekXAKP7my8/a-cancer-patienta-reunion-dinner-and.html" title="A cancer patient,a reunion dinner and a Insurance agent" /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-cancer-patienta-reunion-dinner-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MRXw7eyp7ImA9WhBTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-414943234982383806</id><published>2013-02-15T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-15T10:54:44.203+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-15T10:54:44.203+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marvell" /><title>My real Valentines....</title><summary type="html">As I got back home from my reunion dinner with my primarily classmates, it was already 11.30 pm and it was the eve of Valentine day...............

And as I opened the door,Marvell excitedly gave me a bear hug and said this," thank God, I managed to draw this for you and mommy for your Valentine day tomorrow"



He sounded so excited and he began to make plans for the both of us, he said that on &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/sFx4_UfeCU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/414943234982383806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-real-valentines.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/414943234982383806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/414943234982383806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/sFx4_UfeCU8/my-real-valentines.html" title="My real Valentines...." /><author><name>eugene</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="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1KQdMp_L_w/UR2QcFJtBCI/AAAAAAAABko/e4PbyobDoGw/s72-c/valentine.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-real-valentines.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMEQXczeCp7ImA9WhBTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6881182767342829026</id><published>2013-02-08T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-02-08T06:00:00.980+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-08T06:00:00.980+08:00</app:edited><title>What's your favorite?</title><summary type="html">


I have always loved this Chinese New Year song......the original one from 姚莉的恭喜恭喜...loved it since I was very little,loved it since I could sing along with it...."kong xi kong xi ni ya"......................So what's  your favorite CNY song?

Hey folks,have a great CNY,,good health and be careful with all the "makan" and the "minum" ya...

P/S : All the best ya


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