<?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-7979516</id><updated>2024-03-14T01:24:06.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UnBrokenWings</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings of a singapore male who studied in aus, daily events and what-nots. Mostly of daydreams and hopelessly trying to make them real. M an under appreciated ecological environmentalist!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-1366259437977624169</id><published>2007-11-13T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:17:38.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-gathering of my scattered thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... have been thinking about this since two events gone pass, the first more significant, and the second more directional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was when i was given the opportunity to consider further studies as part of the company&#39;s career development for staff. It took me quite awhile before gathering my guts to ask the crucial question - whether i can study the course i want, which of course is not very relevant to my current workscope. The natural expected advise was that they could only help at the best interest of the company and my current work. That said, it actually relieves me of a cloud of doubt, enabling me to concentrate my thoughts on alternative ways to achieve my dreams. There are other, as another colleague of mine had done - doing research work on his own above his current workscope, which is actually more meaningful than spending a year or so chasing after another piece of expensive paper... well, at least not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was during one of the short course i get sent on, to learn about new media (ie. blogging, podcast, vodcast and the like, though its anything but new, and the hype is getting abit stale now). Having blogged for more than a year, the blogging part was old news to me. I was getting abit stuck with work and somehow the fire in me had languished in the past 2 years. And then it struck me that i could explore this avenue of goal-direction and re-ignite the fire of environmentalism once more. I could blog about the world environment and connect the dots to our singaporean society! Next, will build a webpage with information that brings both singaporeans and the world society together, reconnecting the disconnections and distance we&#39;ve mired ourselves in amid the chaos of information overload and attention-seeking adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, my next goal (not that it&#39;ll be the last... it&#39;ll be a new beginning on the contrary), to connect ordinary people (hopefully the disinterested) with the seemingly ordinary and distanced outside world environment. To show how our wants and actions (or inaction) have an impact on someone else&#39;s world and their home environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, some words from the Linnaeus movie still fresh in my mind, if i can still remember them right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passivity and apathay are the most dangerous agents of environmental destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think globally, act locally (Ed Wilson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my wedding is over, that&#39;s what i&#39;ll be embarking on. No more sitting around on my butt waiting for apples to drop from the sky. Better go plant some from whatever remaining old seeds...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/1366259437977624169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/1366259437977624169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/1366259437977624169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/1366259437977624169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-gathering-of-my-scattered-thoughts.html' title='Re-gathering of my scattered thoughts...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-1061360692609303338</id><published>2007-11-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:23:40.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday at 2 Rochester Park</title><content type='html'>Was really happy today b&#39;cos... its my Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, i&#39;m now unofficially 19 years old!!! (ok ok, for those who still know me long enuf, i just hit the big 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife bought be some nice pressies and treated me to lunch at a Tex-Mex restaurant at Rochester Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, the food was really great and although we only ordered a 3-course set lunch each (and got a complimentary bowl of nachos chips which we could not finish), the food was so filling we had problems walking normally out of the restaurant! Fine, so we ate almost everything on our plates, but hey, we really appreciated the nice food! 4 Thumbs up for food, good price (for set lunches), good service and great al fresco ambience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.northborder.com.sg/&quot;&gt;www.northborder.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the food we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Starter - Stuffed Jalepenos &amp;amp; Tostados (great hot stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;Main - Pan-seared Australian Ribeye Steak (this is nice!)&lt;br /&gt;Dessert - Homemade Sherbert with fresh fruits (was already too full to fully appreciate.. oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife:&lt;br /&gt;Starter - Spinach and Scallops Salad (fresh greens and scallops nicely cooked in shell!)&lt;br /&gt;Main - Slow baked Lasagne of Pork (so large a portion i&#39;ve to help with 1/3 the lasagne)&lt;br /&gt;Dessert - Warm Apple Crumble (needless to say, i finished half of hers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad guyz, i didn&#39;t take any photos :) But if you&#39;re there, do look out for their unique cutlery pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burpz!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/1061360692609303338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/1061360692609303338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/1061360692609303338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/1061360692609303338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday-at-2-rochester-park.html' title='Birthday at 2 Rochester Park'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-3199712243935013029</id><published>2007-05-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:06:58.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym...</title><content type='html'>Gym... i can never get any peace away from it&lt;br /&gt;like a demon that never dies, it simply fades into the background, waiting..&lt;br /&gt;and then raises itself and tortures the mind for days...&lt;br /&gt;hurts so much everytime, and i&#39;ve become so wary of it,&lt;br /&gt;that every mention or hint of it, claws itself back to the mind,&lt;br /&gt;with fangs baring in full fury, opening old wounds anew...&lt;br /&gt;my own undoing is once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can never get any peace from it</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/3199712243935013029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/3199712243935013029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/3199712243935013029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/3199712243935013029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2007/05/gym.html' title='gym...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-116187794217383615</id><published>2006-10-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:52:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Am really busy right now, with CGW amongst other work... dunno when will i ever catch up on my actual core work now that i&#39;m doing so many of other people&#39;s work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am glad and happy though, that i&#39;m blessed to have my jun dear with me through the times... could never ask for any better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to create the right opportunity to pop the priceless question :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/116187794217383615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/116187794217383615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/116187794217383615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/116187794217383615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post!!!'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-115868537545866042</id><published>2006-09-20T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:02:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen leaves</title><content type='html'>unforgiveable past&lt;br /&gt;relentless haunting&lt;br /&gt;eternal regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so sorry...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/115868537545866042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/115868537545866042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/115868537545866042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/115868537545866042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/09/fallen-leaves.html' title='fallen leaves'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-115186089617015347</id><published>2006-07-03T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:21:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary dinner...</title><content type='html'>A day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played chef 2day and whipped up some nice makan with lao po to celebrate our 3rd anniversary together... without the candles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vege-ham stew (the carrots are yummily sweet!!!)&lt;br /&gt;baked russets potatoes&lt;br /&gt;teriyaki porkmeat asparagus roll&lt;br /&gt;broccoli-capsicum-tomato decor became salad greens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 Yarra Ridge Cabernet Sauvignon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was soo... hmm.... nice! and most importantly throughoutly enjoyed with my dear dear jun! Jun did chop veges, reminded that asparagus needed blanching before rolled, and rolled some of the asparagus herself! Hee... can imagine us cookin up some feasts for ourselves and our friends in future :P and after all that, we made ourselves comfy and watched dear&#39;s Johny Depp in &quot;Chocolat&quot;... knew she&#39;ll be surprised by it... rite? Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a really great day...... and i forgot to take photos of us and the food creation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall make those food sometime in future again... just that no recipe... food critic anyone? heheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In toast of our future together...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/115186089617015347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/115186089617015347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/115186089617015347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/115186089617015347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/07/anniversary-dinner.html' title='Anniversary dinner...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-115109026550589765</id><published>2006-06-24T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:17:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward...</title><content type='html'>anniversary soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meat dish, vege stew, baked potatoes at candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, not some fancy romantic restaurant, but chef here is cookin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one need not go for high-end dining, but it definitely brings us closer with all the effort in the kitchen :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, just to pick the right cabernet sauvignon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies for the long absense in bloggin, hav been busy :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/115109026550589765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/115109026550589765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/115109026550589765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/115109026550589765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/06/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-114727820076049982</id><published>2006-05-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:23:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one...</title><content type='html'>a word to describe how i feel... thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be a simple word to most, but to me, it resonates a myriad of a thousand feelings, of happiness, joy, relief, heartfelt love... so many... so much gladness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest will be embarking on her new journey soon... and i hope to be with her beside, holding her thru the new life and on... :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114727820076049982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>before i begin, i shall remind myself of the golden rule... &lt;strong&gt;never make promises i cannot keep&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest, i promise,&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;ll be there for as long as i still draw breathe&lt;br /&gt;i shall never make the same mistake again, regardless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have given me a life to share, and a world to live&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i can never forgive myself, i shall live truthfully for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i&#39;ve to give you time and space, and i know not when you&#39;ll accept&lt;br /&gt;so i wish you here, for everyday till the end,&lt;br /&gt;a very good morning and a very good night,&lt;br /&gt;do take care... you mean the world to me,&lt;br /&gt;be safe and be well...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114709979329205232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114709979329205232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114709979329205232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114709979329205232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/05/words-and-thoughts.html' title='words and thoughts...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-114704859415358647</id><published>2006-05-08T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:32:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vagaries of fate</title><content type='html'>its funny how fate seems to make fun of our emotional lives, as many had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seems to happen as if it&#39;ll never be enough of miseries and making a game of people&#39;s lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i try to run away from my past, and start life afresh, the past always comes back to haunt me, hurting everyone i know... perhaps thats my fate, and probably that&#39;s my life, but i have to face it and be true about it... even if it means losing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&#39;re like pawns in fate&#39;s game. can&#39;t move on in life with what i&#39;ve done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear with my life it&#39;s the 1st and last time i made that mistake. i&#39;ve kept to my word in the years past, thru 2 trying periods, and i will keep it until i&#39;m returned back to the ground - let everyone be my witness and judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angsana trees from my window are in bloom again, beautiful showers of golden yellow... yet they are always such fleeting exuberances... why do they always have to wither and gone with the wind so soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don&#39;t worry, i won&#39;t do anything foolish. i&#39;ve still gotta stand up and live this life... i&#39;ll find the courage and strength to do so.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114704859415358647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114704859415358647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114704859415358647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114704859415358647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/05/vagaries-of-fate.html' title='vagaries of fate'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-114702387371604230</id><published>2006-05-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:44:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salt water wells in my eyes...</title><content type='html'>i have been in love, and i still am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest had sent me her heart in a short note this morning...&lt;br /&gt;and i&#39;m afraid i&#39;ve had just broken hers by a sin i commited years ago...&lt;br /&gt;it was a sin i wish i nvr did, and i know that has come back to haunt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i read her beautiful touching note of a love and trust she&#39;d given me, salt water wells in my eyes, because just as i was the most blessed person in the world i know, it all came falling down... the worst was not that i may lose her forever by baring my innermost soul, but that i had hid from her my ugly past til now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, my sweetie.. for i never meant to hurt...&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;m sorry, for hiding my past from you until now...&lt;br /&gt;i love you... and i shall treasure your love as i treasure your happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun cry... let me be the one to shed salt waters...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114702387371604230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114702387371604230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tussle for petty recognition... to the point of the movement losing sight of its original meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out wanting to do my share of goodwill work with an ambitious lofty dream. And becourse i work purely for the sake of what i believe in, ended up embroiled right at the centre of battles between my paymaster and my paymaster&#39;s sponsor for my work, all b&#39;cos of &quot;face&quot; and image. Aren&#39;t we all working towards a common goal? Seems not, coz when i thought they had lost sight of the woods just for one tree, i wonder if they actually see the woods and not just their tree. How narrow-minded. And i ended up doing my &quot;volunteer&quot; work to the lates when others whom i&#39;m fighting their battle for have left their posts for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for what you believe,&lt;br /&gt;and not for other&#39;s agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, always protect the woods&lt;br /&gt;and resist the blades of cold steel</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114434246334652848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114434246334652848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114434246334652848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114434246334652848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/04/reason-of-me-being-still-working.html' title='Reason of me being still working towards something'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-114311317594990187</id><published>2006-03-23T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:38:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>careless whispers</title><content type='html'>in a place where frens abound&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the casual banter&lt;br /&gt;may hide silent whispers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know there were rumours of me somewhere. i&#39;ve not heard of them, do not know from whence it came, nor do i need to know. all i know is, i&#39;m true to myself and to the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope my frens who heard them, know me enough and are able to treat me as the same fren they knew, and not with a wary eye. to me, everyone is my fren (except NCK), eventhough i may seem quiet or aloof, but inside i really wanted to be great frens wif everyone, to look after each other and enjoy the times together... it&#39;s a kind of frenship that i&#39;ve not had for a very long time and truly yearned for, and which i feel i actually now have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still... sometimes it can be really overbearing, and makes me afraid to be nice to frens, for fear of giving life to even more whispers. i know i can&#39;t tell them what they should think, nor do i want to... i don&#39;t have many frens and i don&#39;t wish to lose any more... i&#39;m not afraid of whispers, and i place trust in my frens to see me beyond them too... but i&#39;ve no wish to retreat back into a shell again and seen only from a distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careless whispers do no good to anyone and hurts everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frens, i have faith in you... have faith in me too...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114311317594990187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114311317594990187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114311317594990187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114311317594990187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/03/careless-whispers.html' title='careless whispers'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-114277490626762279</id><published>2006-03-19T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:28:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We did 1,000 sit-ups on 17th March 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>Col. Fred: &quot;always have belief in yourselves that you can accomplish the impossible. now i know many of you will think 100 sit-ups is a remote possibility in itself already, let alone 1,000... but do give yourselves a chance to do something that you never have thought possible... and when you finally did it, then you will begin to think that &lt;u&gt;nothing is impossible&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and remember to bring a towel to place between your back and the tarmac road, will reduce the size of the *cherry from pumpkin-size cherry, but i can assure you that you will still get a cherry on your back or butt, unless you&#39;re not doing the sit-ups at all&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cherry = abrasion, which may also include blisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On morning of 17th March 2006, the last day of our 5th reservist ICT, Hendon Camp, we did what no group of men on earth, on that particular day at that particular time have done... and that we did in 2 hours what infantry, guards, officers and many other soldiers do in 25 years of their career... 1,000 sit-ups! without any breaks together with Col. Fred!!!!! His last batch of NSmen before posting out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;..... Like a machine.... buay sai su sei!.... cho hor yi si!!!....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to slowly nurse my aching back, waist, butt and the blisters at my tailbone... hee...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114277490626762279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114277490626762279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114277490626762279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114277490626762279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-did-1000-sit-ups-on-17th-march-2006.html' title='We did 1,000 sit-ups on 17th March 2006!!!'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-114097226382301638</id><published>2006-02-27T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:44:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new dreams, hopes and life</title><content type='html'>just when i thought my posting rate had gone up, it went almost straight to zero... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rather busy these recent weeks with lotsa stuff... work (unavoidably inevitable), interests, motorbike lessons... and a special someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am beginning to pick and build up my life again... had been really touched by a girl, and she made a difference in my life... i don&#39;t know if what we have will be forever - that&#39;s for fate to dictate - but i&#39;ll give what i can to make it work... and of course, she makes the final choice. Regardless, nothing can change the way we&#39;re good frens now, and will always be... and i really hope we&#39;ll be more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, nite nite and sweet sweet dreamzzz.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/114097226382301638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/114097226382301638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114097226382301638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/114097226382301638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-dreams-hopes-and-life.html' title='new dreams, hopes and life'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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-7979516.post-113973487070453173</id><published>2006-02-12T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:13:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy movie sunday</title><content type='html'>funny... somehow my posting rate has gone up of late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be all that writing for work and lack of conversing my thots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw &quot;The constant gardener&quot;, starring Ralph Fiennes and Rachel Weisz. Nice, but not as good as &quot;The english patient&quot;. Mr Fiennes seem to have a knack of being in such sappy love-lost movies where both male and female leads loses their intertwined lives in the show, seperately, with him often outlasting his partner in anguish :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A string of movies to watch... Syriana, Brokeback Mountain, North Country, Walk the line, etc etc etc, not sure if able to catch them all, but will not want to miss Da Vinci Code opening May 19th. also seen the trailer of Roberto Benigni&#39;s The tiger and the snow.. looks quite a nice show to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to work - else the system block me from bloggin in office again hahaha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113973487070453173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113973487070453173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113973487070453173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113973487070453173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/lazy-movie-sunday.html' title='lazy movie sunday'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113967036206284963</id><published>2006-02-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:06:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>benefits of some cool shuteye</title><content type='html'>jus thot i&#39;ll jot this down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a restful nap-slp jus now (hmm... 3-4 hours consider nap?), i think it had a sort of refreshing effect on the head (not that i don&#39;t know that, but am talking more about the soothing effects than the science of it). had some pretty funny dreams, had one wif me chit-chatting wif my former branch head about more mundane things outside work hadn&#39;t done dat for quite some time liao)... among maybe 1 or 2 other short dreams which i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am still feeling abit tired, eventhough didn&#39;t do any work, so the brain&#39;s probably still recovering from the massive turnover of cells the past week but its definitely alot better now - only a slight dull ache at the back of the head. had kept telling people in the past few days that it&#39;s like an over-clocked processor heated up hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think will get some early slp again (well... before midnite is early i think), and maybe do some reading that is not about work. probably will be able to concentrate better and longer tomorrow in the office. had to churn out a few things before the weekend really ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz................... (blow bubble).....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113967036206284963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113967036206284963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113967036206284963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113967036206284963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/benefits-of-some-cool-shuteye.html' title='benefits of some cool shuteye'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113966133836766580</id><published>2006-02-11T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:20:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiatives</title><content type='html'>A few new things to do for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get Class 2B licence (1st lesson 2day was fun... accidentally turned hi throttle and almost buang into wall or other learners :X but luckily manage to do a tight cornering and squeeze thru both... crazy stunt for very first practical lesson, but any other way would&#39;ve fallen.. will go slow frm now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn electric guitar (got learning guide book, now to find a suitable guitar and amp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take leave for May... after everything is over. Need to plan now liao... 5 days leave, not sure to go mountains, sea or the quiet streets of some faraway city, but a week shld be enuf to clear the clouded head. really needed to get away, go somewhere to rethink my purpose and find some way to ease and soothe the mind. Almost forgot, remember to bring my mp3 n charger along hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restless spirit&lt;br /&gt;caught in the cold wintry night&lt;br /&gt;without a soothin warmth&lt;br /&gt;not knwing wither the gale winds take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps for the sun it sought&lt;br /&gt;exorcising heat burning away sin and self&lt;br /&gt;or continual wandering in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;feeling old and new comfort among familiar ruins</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113966133836766580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113966133836766580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113966133836766580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113966133836766580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/initiatives.html' title='Initiatives'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113949821513108300</id><published>2006-02-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:40:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder to myself</title><content type='html'>General feeling of some of my frens at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3154/519/1600/David%20Yate&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3154/519/1600/David%20Yate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3154/519/320/David%20Yate%27s%20Donkey%21.2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like a &lt;strong&gt;DoNkEy&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha...*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... so my case wasn&#39;t so bad lah hor :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113949821513108300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113949821513108300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113949821513108300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113949821513108300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/reminder-to-myself.html' title='A reminder to myself'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113949548719342829</id><published>2006-02-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:42:39.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow roasting... cooked human brain anyone?</title><content type='html'>2 papers&lt;br /&gt;1 tender submission&lt;br /&gt;3 meeting minutes&lt;br /&gt;2 events coordination&lt;br /&gt;3 programmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all due or overdue and requiring immediate attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of them are not even suppose to be my work, but somehow these ad-hoc works are now taking over much of my work time n second shift nite time, becoming part of my regular work. am wondering how am i goin 2 even do my own job when i had to do my bosses&#39; job? nope... now my bosses&#39; jobs is my job... their job is verbal only and i propose the decisions for them (as in &quot;do this, but don&#39;t ask me how to do it, give me the completed draft&quot;) - easy to say but manager crack head n do. Problem is that these project things were not done before and almost everything is thought-up, planned n done from scratch... by the manager, which includes pushing Br Hd&#39;s agendas. Henceforth, any queries or follow-up please look for the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i almost couldn&#39;t believe that one of the task assigned to a committee member, and given 3 days to just either send emails or make simple phone calls to arrange and coordinate a staggered discussion, was basically left undone... the arrangement with selected team leaders and poster designers is tomorrow and he can tell me he&#39;s only asked the leader from his own branch coz he&#39;s busy, no emails sent out, no calls made, and that he&#39;ll call the rest of 10 or 11 leaders tomorrow morning if they can make it for discussion in the afternoon, and that he had to prioritise his work. I was like WTF... discussion is tomorrow, event is 2 weeks away, posters to be ready next week or so... and i just went ahead and completed arrangement with almost all the team leaders within todays&#39; afternoon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN... i&#39;m already coordinating the whole bloody event and now i gotta do his work and get grouses from these team leaders for informing them this late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back of the head between my ears now heating up 24hrs and stoned once i get home... except for typing this here (one&#39;s gotta have a pressure outlet somewhere... so long as its not fart like one of my colleagues hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no longer feel it&#39;s fair running so many one-man shows at the same time and covering the arses of my Br n Sect Head... starting to feel stoned n toasted brain at work now also. wish my head can just crack up now. if only i&#39;ve not such a thick skull.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least still managed to finish writing 1 paper before leaving heheh, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait while the brran meltz down...&lt;br /&gt;You may discard the roasted processor now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113949548719342829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113949548719342829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113949548719342829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113949548719342829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/slow-roasting-cooked-human-brain.html' title='slow roasting... cooked human brain anyone?'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113940880558140549</id><published>2006-02-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:28:44.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>Am glad still had the strength to ask, regardless the outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope didn&#39;t give too great a shock though (thinking of those whom i&#39;ve scared off in the past for being direct like dat), but really sorry if i did :x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind&#39;s clearer now, hoping things are okay being frens and me be my usual self again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can&#39;t believe i spent the entire day typing the contact details of almost every single person in my whole division... finding and keying all the names, numbers and email addresses in the spreadsheet until eyes wanna pop and head big big. Probably almost dozed off several times staring at the computer screen... o_O&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing went to the pool to wake my brain up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113940880558140549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113940880558140549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113940880558140549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113940880558140549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113931879852962390</id><published>2006-02-07T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:43:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granma&#39;s anniversary</title><content type='html'>Is granma&#39;s anniversary today... has been 13 years i think but i still can remember her watchful eyes and contented smiles so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her and granpa well up there, and to look over the family. Many things on my mind and really hope to find some peaceful respite... and answer within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow alot of things had cross my head and i couldn&#39;t help but question my abilities. Some things i never had a doubt, but the worst enemy is within myself. Why am i hesitant now? Perhaps i fear giving my all and end up losing a gd fren like what happened before? That was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now, like many times before, i&#39;m standing again at a closed door, not knowing what lies beyond. If its just about me then i&#39;ve no worries walking right through even if i fall. But if it means the feelings of someone then i&#39;ll not want to cause hurt. All i wanted was for her to be happy, as always each time, and of course the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i&#39;ll still want her to be happy, so that means i must be too, and be positive as well. I&#39;ll want things to turn out well and even if it didn&#39;t we&#39;ll still be great friends. No clouding of the mind by the past... this is the present, and should be happy living it, for others and for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i guess i will...  :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113931879852962390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113931879852962390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113931879852962390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113931879852962390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/granmas-anniversary.html' title='Granma&#39;s anniversary'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113915798499460250</id><published>2006-02-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:46:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burning out again...</title><content type='html'>not sure why, i&#39;ve recently i have felt really burning out again and slowing down in my work efficiency... perhaps i really had too many things to think about and take care of? Or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like taking a break from it all, maybe a short trip somewhere to get some peace of mind. But is it really peace i&#39;m looking for or the wished companionship of someone close? Firstly, it&#39;ll be highly likely i&#39;ll be goin alone coz i&#39;ve none someone close. Secondly, since if i&#39;m just there to seek peace of mind and that it wasn&#39;t the purpose then it makes no point to go. Guess i&#39;m back to square one again. Snakes do think too much for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was visiting my fren&#39;s family this afternoon. It was his son&#39;s 1st birthday and i was happy n envious (with good intentions) that both his parents&#39; children are finally married n settled down.. both he n his younger sis are younger than me. Was at another fren&#39;s place last night to celebrate 人日节 with some frens, and had to be there for another fren drowning himself with alcohol over frustration with relationships - also another snakey n just abit younger than i am. I guess he&#39;s right to agree with me that we think too much for others instead of ourselves, but then, isn&#39;t it that all we wanted is for all those around us, especially close ones, to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... apart from what i wished for others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for someone who could be there with me, and who can look me in the eye and say that she wished that moment can be forever, and if not, to be together for as close as can be til age breaks all up,&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a place we can call our own, to share our peace n happiness, n to share joy with family n frens,&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a better future for all that i wanted them to have, a greater peace, a better life,&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a happy n fulfilling life, shared n treasured, with all the strength n heart i can muster,&lt;br /&gt;for one who&#39;ll see me thru all that and still smile at my dreamy thoughts and antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;m still quite a selfish person ain&#39;t i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Somewhere out there - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram (An American Tail)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Someone&#39;s thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;And loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Someone&#39;s saying a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we&#39;ll find one another&lt;br /&gt;In that big somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we&#39;re sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we&#39;ll be together&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we&#39;re sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we&#39;ll be together&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come true...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113915798499460250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113915798499460250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113915798499460250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113915798499460250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/burning-out-again.html' title='burning out again...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113889759078266600</id><published>2006-02-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:30:30.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusionment with governance</title><content type='html'>Has to be one of the worst days since employment here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since reading that email, i still find it inexplicable and incredibly flabbergasted the way parent company&#39;s system works, and to say i&#39;m downright disappointed is an extreme understatement. Fuming mad to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specific query on my event proposal from the parent company is that how much the sponsor had given in order to warrant M&#39;s grace, and even after providing the figures (rather suspiciously), they even had the cheek to cynically remark if we are actually serious that the event is worth M&#39;s appearance!!! I was like... what the fuck?!! U mean if there isn&#39;t &quot;enough&quot; money in there, regardless of what the contribution and donation stands for, it won&#39;t be worth their while to sweat and feed mosquitoes on a saturday morning?!! Our governance runs on the value of the dollar sign?! Then for what kind of future are we working for? M&#39;s graces are for hire to the highest bidder? No money no talk? That the new generation are to be born and bred on a diet of materialistic survival mindset where the only true value of virtues is the colour of money? Then what the fuck are we really striving for ourselves and our country? That we pay taxes so we can have smiley people with unfeeling bottomlines taking care of our well-being and good life, breeding apathy, ignorance, arrogance and selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the old story (probably forgotten by those blind to other else) of the old woman and the temple. The temple followers had wanted to construct a newer and better temple in honour of their deity overseeing their good fortunes and blessed days, and went out in solicitation of donations. And old lady went up to them to contribute the remaining of her worldly possessions (with enough to presumably get by herself) - 4 copper coins. The followers gave a laugh at the paltry sum and how financially insignificant the 4 coins will be to the creation of a grandiose proud repose for their deity, and threw them into the ditch nearby. The lady, disappointed and shamed, went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the temple was near completion, things start to go wrong. Stone walls begin to crack and erect solid timbers became strained and bent. Eventually the temple collapsed before even receiving its first pilgrims. Several more attempts were made to rebuild but all came to naught. The worried followers start to question the events and eventually found out that the wrath of their deity was incurred because they had not respected the old lady&#39;s contributions, given how she had accorded more value to the building of the temple than of her own material needs, and instead judged her significance on the dollar sign rather than the true meaning of her giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the temple was finally built with the 4 original coins, and the lady vindicated. Now i don&#39;t say that the sponsor is likened to the old lady, but that the parent company, as with the followers even with the best of intentions, failed to look beyond the monetary value of the contributions, much less the effort that goes into organising the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personal efforts towards the event is immaterial. However, this revelation really made me think hard and deep about the sort of values the parent company espouses and potrays in contradiction. The donation may be a sort of publicity promotion, but it underlies the values their organisation seeks to potray themselves, and to believe in as their company culture, as a socially responsible corporate citizen. I find it especially hard to swallow that these &quot;other&quot; values are lost on those of powers. I can take disappointment and failure for not being able to have M&#39;s grace for good reasons, but not the apparent fact that disregarding the meaning of the initiatives, the cash simply outweighs all other factors. Says so much about what values underlie &quot;good&quot; governance - perfectly understandable in a corporate business sense but totally unforgivable in a company that was built by the people for the people, now seemingly taking on the tact of &quot;show me the money and i&#39;ll give you your dues&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the people will lay their life for their country because of nationalistic pride and familial values, but not for a company that runs the nation based on the dollar sign everyone contributes and on the limited goodwill of the people.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113889759078266600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113889759078266600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113889759078266600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113889759078266600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/02/disillusionment-with-governance.html' title='Disillusionment with governance'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7979516.post-113864505821429836</id><published>2006-01-31T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:51:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&quot;somebody&quot; Depeche Mode&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to share Share the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts Know my intimate details&lt;br /&gt;Someone who&#39;ll stand by my side And give me support&lt;br /&gt;And in return She&#39;ll get my support&lt;br /&gt;She will listen to me When I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in And life in general&lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong They may even be perverted&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;ll hear me out And won&#39;t easily be converted&lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking In fact she&#39;ll often disagree&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all She will understand me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares For me passionately&lt;br /&gt;With every thought and with every breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone who&#39;ll help me see things In a different light&lt;br /&gt;All the things I detest I will almost like&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want to be tied To anyone&#39;s strings&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m carefully trying to steer clear of those things&lt;br /&gt;But when I&#39;m asleep I want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Though things like this Make me sick&lt;br /&gt;In a case like this I&#39;ll get away with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am missing a fren&lt;br /&gt;who&#39;d made me understand&lt;br /&gt;that this world is better shared&lt;br /&gt;with the troubles, laughter n joys of a gd fren</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/feeds/113864505821429836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7979516/113864505821429836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113864505821429836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7979516/posts/default/113864505821429836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psykror7.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing.html' title='missing...'/><author><name>psykror7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14656249094048778356</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>