<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns: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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2014 00:33:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Random</category><category>Melodic Rants</category><title>Life</title><description>undefined.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>532</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-5863882522343424598</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-02T19:25:52.088+08:00</atom:updated><title>Crossroads</title><description>How will this be like, if we don&#39;t have to make decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay, we all know that decisions have to be made in such situations. But another question remains: which should we trust? The brain, or the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, we got lost in life&#39;s hectic schedule. Lost not just in consciousness, but bearings as well. What are the standards? Are there standards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust the brain, when it always gives the negative vibe, the all-logical reasoning that analyses all worst-case scenarios that prevents you from moving? Or the heart, which does not control the eyes, and hence moves blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny - I feel for you, but I don&#39;t think I feel for you.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/11/crossroads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-412008944408566732</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-20T23:05:02.768+08:00</atom:updated><title>Stuck In The Middle</title><description>Whoever says that &quot;it&#39;s hard to please everyone&quot; is not making sense. It&#39;s utterly impossible to please everyone. And it clearly doesn&#39;t help if you&#39;re caught in a dilemma, between two parties protecting their own interests. Choosing either side can only cause your downfall, and sitting on the fence is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a life experience, I know. I just wished the emotional and personal stakes weren&#39;t as high as it turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have childhood flashbacks, and they are now all fond memories because nothing&#39;s at stake back then.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/09/stuck-in-middle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-5270617049181438277</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-09T08:03:22.429+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Ultimate Blow</title><description>I envy people who die in their sleep without warning. They don&#39;t see it coming, unlike some who have to meticulously plan their own end like stage 4 cancer patients.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-ultimate-blow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-2512568726827745300</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-11T08:22:46.924+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Sorting Head</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that when life wants to teach you a lesson, they make sure you learn it the hardest way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, the sky was clear. Then came the fateful meteor that shattered the land. Fires were burning. Things were not good, and nobody was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not worth the damage. I need to sort this out. Wish me luck.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/07/sorting-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-3871080983217049793</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2012 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-10T21:37:06.197+08:00</atom:updated><title>Futuristic Nostalgia</title><description>I was just talking to old friends about stuff. Future career paths, the good old days of footballing, having kids etc. There&#39;s one part of the conversation that particularly sparked my brain cells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;K: we need to organize hostel cup one day. get all the vietnamese and cambodian to come and play too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: we gonna get whacked by them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;R: Yeah totally. HAHAHA. Malaysia v Vietnam + Cambodia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if there&#39;s a time when everyone&#39;s having holidays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;K: i bet now, it will be in 10 yrs time when everyone is working and finally decides to take leave to play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;haah veterans cup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: it&#39;s a realistic situation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;R: Legends Cup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: and we&#39;ll fly in from different countries to a meet up point!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;R: I think by that time C got kids who go to school already.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;K: then we organize the juniors cup at the same time for our kids to play&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;ill make sure my kids bully all your kids hahahhaa&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;J: &lt;censored&gt;you making your kids fat is it?&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;censored&gt;how bully other ppl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;censored&gt;K: teach them how to tackle people&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;censored&gt;J: i&#39;ll teach mine how to fall down properly&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;censored&gt;R: S will probably teach his kids how to save shots.&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;censored&gt;&lt;censored&gt;I really look forward to the time when we can look at our kids playing football together, while we just look on at the table near the pitch, talking over ice cold beer.&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;/censored&gt;</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/06/futuristic-nostalgia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-6814113356517102726</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-06T23:44:31.203+08:00</atom:updated><title>Complicated</title><description>Never have I ever felt so helpless before. Especially now, when it&#39;s about people who matter most.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/06/complicated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-2133832393763620445</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T08:59:35.857+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bersih 3.0 - Who&#39;s Behind The Chaos?</title><description>For a country that does not favour critical thinking brains, Malaysia is a funny country to be in at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know about the supposedly peaceful-turned-violent rally. Some said about 20 thousand protesters took part; some said 100 thousand; some 500 thousand. Numbers are unknown to us, but what is clear is that this protest took a huge stride on a global stage - and we&#39;re now famous for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rally like this is fine - in fact, everyone was in a jolly, even festive mood that morning. People were cheering at each other, even applauding the police for doing their job (sincerely). But things were not so nice after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ve seen many people posting videos of violence via mainstream social media like Facebook and Youtube. Most local netizens are like bulls looking at a red-coloured target now. Sure, by the looks of the videos, it does look ugly for all parties, but are the videos delivering the right message, the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some evidence and hypothesis from the videos I&#39;ve found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Communication Jammers:&amp;nbsp;People in the area had zero access to all forms of telecommunications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario A: Unless I&#39;m wrong, the jammers belong to TM, and TM belonged (in part) to the government. Minus 10 points from Government.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario B: TM was bribed by the opposition (or some other civilian b*stards) to set up those things. Minus 10 for the jammers, and another ten for bribery for the opposition/civilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Patrol Car Incident: 2 policemen and a few civilians admitted into the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario A: Civilians gone crazy. They should know better than to assault a police car in a peaceful rally. Minus 10 points for civilians.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario B: That bunch of people got bribed by the opposition to taunt and beat the sh*t out of the police. Minus 10 points from the dudes for accepting bribes, 10 from the opposition for bribing, and another 10 from dudes for the violent behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario C: That bunch of people got bribed by the government to attack the police (their own employees) so that it posts a bad image on the opposition. Minus 10 for both government and civilians for accepting bribes, and another 10 for the violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Police Brutality: The main talking point of the event. We&#39;ve seen videos of them beating up civilians and reporters alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario A: After knowing about the patrol car incident, their colleagues went berserk and took revenge on whoever they see and not like. Or maybe they just felt like beating people because of the weather. Minus 10 for the police force for not being able to control their temper.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario B: The police were told (by the government or not) to grab the evidence of reporters who may potentially expose their wrongdoings. Minus 10 for sweeping it under the carpet, and another 10 if the government is involved.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario C: These &quot;police&quot; were actually Bersih/opposition undercover agents, beating their own people to defame the police force. Minus 10 for playing dirty, and another 10 for stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Anwar Invasion: This video suggested that PKR initiated a human flood into the Dataran, a place that was temporary deemed out of bounds by the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario A: Anwar was just joking about something with his deputy, and people misunderstood their intentions. I&#39;m not sure who to minus points from.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario B: They did intend to occupy Dataran Merdeka. Minus 10 points for them for disobeying the court&#39;s orders.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario C:&amp;nbsp;Anwar was just joking about something with his deputy, and the government undercovers took advantage and influenced everyone to invade Dataran, to defame PKR and Bersih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are to be blamed? Which scenarios are the more likely ones to have happened? You all decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But say as much as you like now. The damage is done, and nobody wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Bersih shouldn&#39;t even involve politics. Neither BN nor PR should be part of this rally. A good rally is a neutral rally, and obviously Bersih is not that neutral.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/05/bersih-30-whos-behind-chaos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-7042284183295573862</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 06:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-18T14:45:50.170+08:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s All A Magic Trick</title><description>Okay, I&#39;m not sure who&#39;s gonna read this, or whether I&#39;m supposed to write this (for my own good) in the first place... But I guess I need a platform to leak things out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I change the vibe? Start new&amp;nbsp;things? But I&#39;m afraid of a possible terrible aftermath. I&#39;m not sure if I&#39;m ready to lose it all when I still have something to salvage on for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&amp;nbsp;this is&amp;nbsp;some rubbish for what a guy&amp;nbsp;would say, so if you&#39;ve managed to read up to this point, then congratulations.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2012/04/its-all-magic-trick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-4713499181996515965</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-27T20:20:34.194+08:00</atom:updated><title>Live Free or Die Hard</title><description>A recent event has put me under multiple hours of reflection.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a typical city life, one works his arse off looking for a salary that is never enough in their opinion. He will be completely stressed out if he does not manage to have some savings by the end of each month. He will be even more so if he finds out that he can actually save some money somewhere else after spending on one thing. Indeed, &#39;a typical city man&#39; can be translated to &#39;a money slave&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That got me thinking. Why do we need to sacrifice so much just for everyday survival? Even if we do survive, are we emotionally satisfied? Money obviously won&#39;t buy you happiness if money is the only thing that gets you running around mindlessly; yet the majority of the world happens to behave just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind now thinks from a different perspective, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am determined to find the answer. I am determined to find my cause.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/09/live-free-or-die-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-3860487189292627162</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T00:20:08.543+08:00</atom:updated><title>Seize Thy Moments</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, more often than not, our first impulsive thought of any particular thing might be right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But we’ll never know, because there are always these moments of “on second thought”s - you want to do something, you ponder about your decision… and like a whistle, you’ll never get the chance to do it ever again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You might think that it’s always luck, or lack thereof, in the past. Observe. Reflect. You’ll suddenly realise how chances kept knocking on your door, and how much things you have missed because you stall on your decisions. Mind should not always be over matter. You’ve got to trust and follow your heart, right from the first step, that first adrenaline.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Second chances don’t come cheap, if any at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve missed too much of mine. And I’m now in a severely confused state.&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/06/seize-thy-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-695023853414179541</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T23:13:25.382+08:00</atom:updated><title>Young “Lovers”</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I chanced upon this couple who apparently were arguing about stuff. The girl was trying her best to show the guy just how angry she was by nagging (in a not-so-obscure way), but the guy seemed indifferent and was simply nodding off. No doubt, they’re obviously very young, and I reckon their relationship wasn’t really based on a proper foundation. That got me thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quite some time back, I got myself into that exact same messy situation. That seemed complicated at that time, and things didn’t end up too well. As I reflect on both scenarios, I think it comes down to this - that relationships are only healthy if both parties are mature enough to handle it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s funny how our hormones work. It sends blurred signals to the brain, causing people to make impulsive decisions. But still, it is no excuse. People need that sense of responsibility and maturity in any field, BGRs included.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So are kids nowadays too young to date, or can they cope with their problems just fine?&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/06/young-lovers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-3927289153312149695</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-13T00:26:43.296+08:00</atom:updated><title>Cranked</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been struggling about, well, certain matters for quite some time. And that got me thinking: How would you know if you’ve found things of the highest personal sentimental value? Do you know what you should throw, and what you shouldn’t?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You see, being in this position is awkward, even though people may not notice it. You don’t know where to draw the line, where you know you’re overdoing things, or when to cover up? Or am I just being myself, thinking too much?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope so, because after what I’ve been through, I know I’m not gonna be able to take another blow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life is complicated, but is it worth being so?&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/06/cranked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-3933320440520343326</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-19T23:29:21.646+08:00</atom:updated><title>Of “What Ifs” And Superpowers</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve always been fascinated by the powers Nicholas Cage had in the movie “&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Next_(2007_film)&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Next&lt;/a&gt;”. If you haven’t watched the movie yet, click on that link.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cris Johnson is able to predict the future, albeit only 2 minutes. What if I can do that, too?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that’s one of the many things I wish I can do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But life’s like that, no? Unless humankind undergoes some extreme technological breakthrough, we aren’t gonna foresee the future, be invisible, fly, read people’s minds, blah-bah-dee-blah. Are we going to dwell on that, or move on and find solutions to life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I’d rather lie on my bed and imagine myself having all those supernatural powers. And I’m gonna destroy the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;True story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: “True story” is the Barney Stinson way of saying “I totally made that up”.&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-what-ifs-and-superpowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-7052495525478780699</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-09T22:22:48.488+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Fckin’ Everyone Song</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ever had those days when everyone around you pisses you off? They never actually do anything wrong, but like a great man once said, ‘when you feel like shit, you are shit, and everybody around you will be, shit.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take a step back, take a deep breath, go to the pool, at 3am if necessary; and everyone will be your friend again. The weather might just be too hot for any calm thoughts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;br&gt;And yeah, The Fckin’ Everyone Song from Disaster Movie really rocks the socks. Just fck everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/05/fckin-everyone-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-2640732926406539782</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 23:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-05T07:48:11.964+08:00</atom:updated><title>THE GOLDEN SAGE</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ever had that feeling when you feel so proud of things you’re not even involved in?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I first joined this group, I was half-pushed, half-sabotaged by my friends. Not because of anything, but because I know no basics. As the first practice went by, this group of people didn’t really make the best first impression. Well, at least I wasn’t alone – there were lots of newbies there too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somehow, fate made me stay practicing. I still remembered the 2 of my classmates who joined with me left really soon, and never came back. ’Til now, I still wonder why I stayed on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But of course, I never regret that decision. From a know-none, I now have my baby at home, more than 500km from the practice room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made legen….dary friends, and despite all the disappointments and tough work, we pressed on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, the juniors made us proud, but not because we’re involved in any way. Somehow, it’s as though all our hard work back then paid off. It’s like a teacher, being so proud of a student, who never passed the school exam, and scored the distinction in the national one. Well I’m not saying we coached any of them (I barely know any but one of them), but you get my drift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’re so proud of you guys, SA Guitar Ensemble, Up and on!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From your unbroken family – the grandseniors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/05/golden-sage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-9057218531936220653</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 13:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-26T21:40:55.130+08:00</atom:updated><title>What Happened To Our Blogosphere?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Not so long ago, when I first created this Blogger account, blogs were all about interesting, happening lives. Everyone seems to put just about anything on their blogs. It’s good in the sense that for people like us, it’s a handy diary we’d like to share. As long as we keep the important stuff to ourselves (eg our NRIC numbers), blogs are actually a nice channel of expression of thoughts – and for some, pieces of artwork.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, it’s not quite so now, as it seems.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is a saddening trend that I can’t help noticing. With the emergence of blog advertising networks, people are now very much associate most of their blog posts with ads all over – just to earn some extra cash and freebies. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t watching TV commercials enough already?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There’s this friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in a long time, but kept in touch through our blogs. It’s very nice learn about each other’s current happenings through blog posts - until one fine day, when she decides to dedicate a post to win a pair of movie premiere tickets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She never looked back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the posts I read from her blogs now are all about advertisements and chances of her winning stuff from a blog ad network. I hardly know anything about her over there now (she’s at the other half of the globe), and I gradually stopped reading her blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How sad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I mean, yes, I don’t deny that we could all do with some extra cash and free incentives. But should we compromise our writing style just for, say, a Mr Potato campaign?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(I used to love reading &lt;em&gt;kennysia.com&lt;/em&gt;, but not anymore, and I think you guys know why.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course, I have a blog ad network account myself, and trying to earn some extra money. But I don’t compromise my personal things for commercial purposes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about the rest of you?&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happened-to-our-blogosphere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-224483906867124807</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 08:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-20T16:17:08.771+08:00</atom:updated><title>你保证和同桌说过的22句话！</title><description>&lt;p&gt;1.老师来了叫我一声! &lt;p&gt;2.快写!写完借我抄抄!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 你先抄..抄完给我! &lt;p&gt;3.笔借我用下 &lt;p&gt;4.让我看看（考试时）!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 你几分啊 （试卷发下来后）.. &lt;p&gt;.5.下一节什么课啊? &lt;p&gt;6.还有几分钟下课啊? &lt;p&gt;7.别说话，老师在后面!?... &lt;p&gt;8.帮我传给XXX&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;9.这次考试靠你了! &lt;p&gt;10.哎.那个XX字怎么写? &lt;p&gt;11.饿死了...你有吃的没?... &lt;p&gt;12.有透明胶没?... &lt;p&gt;13.水让我喝口...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 你别对着嘴啊.. &lt;p&gt;14.晚上作业是什么? &lt;p&gt;15.别看..老师在窗户那！... &lt;p&gt;16.让我出去~~让我进去~~ &lt;p&gt;17.我先睡一会，老师来了叫我一声！ &lt;p&gt;18.这次默写默什么？&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 等下字写大点！ &lt;p&gt;19.这题是选A还是B？ &lt;p&gt;20.有课外书没？ &lt;p&gt;21.咱班内谁和谁有问题~ &lt;p&gt;22我写前十道题，你写后十道！ &lt;p&gt;谨此献给我学生生涯里的每一个同桌们！我想告诉你们：很怀念以前的快乐时光！ &lt;p&gt;学生时代的我们，总是整天呆在学校，同桌也许是和我们呆的很长时间的人，是一个你无聊时可以闲聊，你困难时给你帮助，你郁闷时给你开心的人，看完这篇文章，我想一定要转一下，因为，心底的某个地方被触动了！ ﻿&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/04/22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-827624152310091170</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 08:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-16T16:36:08.662+08:00</atom:updated><title>We Are A Minority, But No Less A Proud Malaysian.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Some of them whom we would identify as Malaysian Chinese will call themselves Chinese, but a good percentage would prefer to be known as Malaysian. &lt;p&gt;Regardless of what the Malays or other races call them, why is there such mistrust between the Malays and the Chinese? A few Chinese would claim that the Malays fear them. The Malays would say that they loathe the Chinese. Why is there so much animosity between the two? &lt;p&gt;We are told that each time BN gets less than the expected support from Chinese voters at an election, the general consensus is: “Why are the Chinese ungrateful?” &lt;p&gt;The Chinese have the same as what any other Malaysian should get. They may not be entitled to the various handouts of the affirmative action policies doled out by the government. Many contend that they achieve success, through hard work and determination. &lt;p&gt;The Chinese will tell you that they believe no one owes them a living. They have also come to expect nothing and because of that, they are perhaps not easily disappointed. &lt;p&gt;They have leant that they cannot depend on the government to grant them scholarships for their children. They know that only a handful of places will be available so they learn that if they do not try their best, they will not be eligible. That is what makes them try that little bit harder. Success is all the more sweet. &lt;p&gt;The Chinese have learnt to live with what they have and they place a high value on education because they know that is what will lift them out of the abyss. &lt;p&gt;They realise how government run educational establishments are out of reach for many, if not all of them. Privately owned colleges are available but it comes at a premium. Without the knowledge, the skills and the technical support, their lives are not improved. That is why they make sacrifices just so their progeny will benefit. &lt;p&gt;Some Malays will admire the Chinese determination to work hard but then gets confused when the Chinese is able to afford material goods, and calls this ‘living in luxury”. &lt;p&gt;That is wrong, for there are scores of poor Chinese in Malaysia despite the fact that 8 out of ten of the richest people in Malaysia are Chinese. The richest Chinese are prudent, grab opportunities and acquire sharp business skills, as they move on in life. &lt;p&gt;Not all get to be like those in the rich list but they all know that they have the same and equal chance at the business and economic pie. &lt;p&gt;Just like everyone else, the Chinese want a government that is not corrupt, that tells the truth, that follows the rule of law and that upholds the country’s sacred institutions. &lt;p&gt;No more, no less. &lt;p&gt;So if BN does not fit that description, the Chinese will refuse to vote for it. &lt;p&gt;It is not what only the Chinese desires. It is something that every sensible Malaysian, regardless of race and religion and station in life, wants. Is that too difficult to understand? &lt;p&gt;When the Chinese did not vote BN, it is not that they are being disloyal. They are merely exercising their democratic right to choose the party they think best represents their interests. &lt;p&gt;For in the end, the Chinese, just like any other Malaysian does not want to be insulted and called a ‘pendatang’ or to be told in no uncertain terms, that they have to be grateful for their citizenship. &lt;p&gt;The Chinese will contend that they have been loyal citizens, who dutifully pay their taxes and who respects the country’s constitution and its institutions. &lt;p&gt;They will tell you that their forefathers came to this country several generations ago to help open up and build the country. They helped Malaysia prosper and all that the modern Chinese wishes to do, is to continue in this great tradition of contributing towards the country’s growth and development. &lt;p&gt;So perhaps all that remains is to ask, which party best represents their interests? &lt;p&gt;Has any party taken a firm stance and stood up for the Chinese when they were disparaged by the more extremist Malay elements in Malaysian politics? Or have certain parties neglected to do so? &lt;p&gt;Just like any other Malaysian, the Chinese in Malaysia want to be treated like decent human beings. They want self-respect and a sense of belonging. &lt;p&gt;Malaysia is home. Not some far-flung country which their forefathers may have travelled from, when in search of better opportunities and a new life. &lt;p&gt;The Chinese wants no more and no less what the other Malaysians are entitled too. So which party best represents them in Malaysia? MCA? Gerakan? DAP? Or is the modern Malaysian prepared to ditch race-based political parties once and for all? &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt; -&amp;nbsp; Malaysia Chronicle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-minority-but-no-less-proud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-2583490861633093318</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-03T12:49:58.999+08:00</atom:updated><title>7 Signs of A Bad Diet–Before It’s Too Late</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapted from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0846/is_1_22/ai_90528566/&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0846/is_1_22/ai_90528566/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As a lot of you may already know, eating bad is almost the equivalent of eating your lives away. In the world of artificial food, work stress and unbalanced diet, it is not that hard to imagine yourself lying in the hospital waiting for your diabetes/HBP/cancer operations. You complain that you don’t have enough time or money for constant medical check-ups, and you think that God isn’t being fair to you because He didn’t warn you about your deteriorating health conditions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or did He?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are 7 “simple” symptoms that comes in handy as warnings to re-plan your diet. If you come to think of it, God is still doing his job – He shows signs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Low energy/Fatigue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This usually happens to tons of females (and males in some cases) who wants to keep slim. The main problem? Lack of carbs. &lt;p&gt;It is a common misconception that a low-carb diet makes people healthier and slimmer. Many do not realize that carbohydrate is the body’s primary source of immediate fuel, which is extremely essential for almost all of our daily activities (including sleeping, walking, etc.). &lt;p&gt;Solution: Eat plenty of complex carbs to stay energized and mentally sharp while still losing weight. Add iron-rich foods such as oatmeal and spinach, and drink at least eight glasses of water daily. If you want to stay slim, stop being a couch potato, and start doing some serious exercises. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Depression&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, the ultimate killer who doesn’t kill you physically. You might want to redesign your diet in a way that can increase your Omega-3 and Vitamin B consumption BY A LOT. If you are suffering from depression, chances are your O-3 and B levels are extremely low for an extremely long time. &lt;p&gt;Solution: 2-3 servings (1 serving = the size of your fist) of fish per week. Plenty of dark-green leaves, whole grains, etc. &lt;p&gt;STOP EATING REFINED/WHITE RICE. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. PMS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all know girls like sweet things – flirty boyfriends, candlelight dinners, romantic tunes – which are not essentially bad. But if your partner is always feeding you (or if you always feed yourself) with sweet FOOD (chocs, candies, waffles, you name it), don’t be surprised if this disease keeps knocking on your door (or your stomach). &lt;p&gt;Solution: In this case, cutting your carbs to stay slim isn’t gonna work. In fact, you should increase your calorie-intake, together with natural calcium + magnesium. And of course, cut the sweets. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Constant hunger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you skip breakfast all the time? I’m not going to elaborate on this – you should know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. &lt;p&gt;Okay, maybe I should elaborate. &lt;p&gt;First, you haven’t been eating for the past 8 hours or so during your sleep. If you skip breakfast altogether, you’ll tend to wait for lunch, typically around 12pm. Say you sleep at 10, wake up at 6 and goes to work at 8, YOU HAVEN’T BEEN EATEN FOR 14 HOURS. That’s more than half a day gone. &lt;p&gt;And what makes you think you can have a healthy and balanced diet if you skip breakfast? &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. Cravings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the single most common problem among modern youths. Yet nobody seems to identify it as a health problem. Whenever they crave for something, they don’t try to control it – they just buy and enjoy. I kinda blame the media for that, but that doesn’t mean individuals have no responsibilities. &lt;p&gt;Again, cravings have a lot to do with sweet stuff, and almost always artificial ones. &lt;p&gt;Solution: Again, cut your sweets. Try natural sweet stuff like fruits. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. Irritability &amp;amp; Anxiety&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Main cause: Skipping meals, Staying up late via caffeine. &lt;p&gt;Need I say more? Get your proper 3 meals a day, get enough sleep, and get decafs. I’m quite sure not many people like hangovers. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7. Mental fogginess, Memory problems&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Getting blur? Always forgetting stuff? You need better breakfast and A LOT more Vitamin E in your diet. Vitamin E is an extremely important anti-oxidant that can improve our brain performance along with Omega-3, as well as reduce blood clogs along with lecithin. It is an important substance that prevents lots of chronic diseases like HBP, congestive heart failure and strokes. &lt;p&gt;* &lt;p&gt;If you have any of the 7 signs above – anyone at all – consult a nutritionist you trust, before it’s too late and you need to consult your surgeon, or your &lt;em&gt;fengshui&lt;/em&gt; master for your grave.&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/04/7-signs-of-bad-dietbefore-its-too-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-6686205612825502485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-15T17:38:00.243+08:00</atom:updated><title>What to Expect in Taylor’s University Lakeside Campus</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Based on the words from &lt;em&gt;Wantan Chang&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Batik Regular&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to know before entering Taylor&#39;s Lakeside:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;1. Drive the smallest car possible to squeeze into any (im)possible parking space.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Drive 4WDs if you come late in the morning. The swamp is yours to park.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Bring a fan. The air-con never really works even though the fees are indescribable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Bring your own chair/table for lunch. Or bring extra cash for the more expensive alternative.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Get a thumbdrive, BlackBoard7 never works for lecture notes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-to-expect-in-taylors-university.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-4402890134444328009</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-25T08:47:29.363+08:00</atom:updated><title>I Dreamed A Dream In Time Gone By</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TRU-Sioh07I/AAAAAAAABR0/0B9i5b-IZCs/s1600/wishlist.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TRU-Sioh07I/AAAAAAAABR0/0B9i5b-IZCs/s400/wishlist.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554414203686736818&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This festive season:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mke wishes, and make sure they come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Jolly Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;12 Drummers Drumming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;11 Pipers Piping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;10 Lords-a-Leaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;9 Ladies Dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;8 Maids-a-Milking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;7 Swans-a-Swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;6 Geese-a-Laying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;5 Gold Rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;4 Colly Birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;3 French Hens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;2 Turtle Doves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And a Partridge in a Pear Tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dreamed-dream-in-time-gone-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TRU-Sioh07I/AAAAAAAABR0/0B9i5b-IZCs/s72-c/wishlist.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-4932866084736096844</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-18T09:06:50.986+08:00</atom:updated><title>Quickie: Why Malaysia Won Vietnam</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQwJAkDShTI/AAAAAAAABRs/WFEyfKp6hHQ/s1600/032607-shrek.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQwJAkDShTI/AAAAAAAABRs/WFEyfKp6hHQ/s320/032607-shrek.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551822345923102002&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQwJAUyKp1I/AAAAAAAABRk/yPK40GeAqzY/s1600/mas2-0vnm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQwJAUyKp1I/AAAAAAAABRk/yPK40GeAqzY/s320/mas2-0vnm.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551822341824751442&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because we have a Shrek!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, I’m just bored.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-we-have-shrek-okay-im-just.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQwJAkDShTI/AAAAAAAABRs/WFEyfKp6hHQ/s72-c/032607-shrek.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-3504766806819270423</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-11T10:54:05.646+08:00</atom:updated><title>The 5 Regrets You Won’t Wanna Carry To Your Grave (Part 2)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Preface: My apologies for going on a hiatus without notice. As some of you may have already know, I was busy preparing for my exams. Now that it’s over, perhaps I can pay more attention here again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, today’s line is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Vivaldi&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;I wish I didn’t work so hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many people, especially those with families, have been spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...and regretted it deeply.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnZWeTI6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/g3_VfMhb98M/s1600-h/baby%5B6%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;baby&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;164&quot; alt=&quot;baby&quot; src=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnbUzpIdI/AAAAAAAABRA/DOeqY-t41OE/baby_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They missed their children’s youth,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnc1tnDoI/AAAAAAAABRE/wWmi5joFxkk/s1600-h/6CA6D-companionship%5B10%5D.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;6CA6D-companionship&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;139&quot; alt=&quot;6CA6D-companionship&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnfFTZpwI/AAAAAAAABRI/WedhvAf-Pfs/6CA6D-companionship_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;109&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;their partner’s companionship,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnkIa9nMI/AAAAAAAABRM/dDZA9Ysqn6g/s1600-h/death-bed%5B7%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;death-bed&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;181&quot; alt=&quot;death-bed&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnmaUTFCI/AAAAAAAABRQ/tqIa_8F9naY/death-bed_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;their parents’ last smile alive,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnoTALTVI/AAAAAAAABRU/vOqoEEyk2Is/s1600-h/missing-puzzle-piece%5B6%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;missing-puzzle-piece&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;163&quot; alt=&quot;missing-puzzle-piece&quot; src=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnqRnp69I/AAAAAAAABRY/z0Zz1vX19YI/missing-puzzle-piece_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and so many other simple yet important puzzle pieces of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I don’t deny that work is important because everyone needs the money to support themselves and their families. But then again, maximum bank account doesn’t mean maximum happiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLntgorsvI/AAAAAAAABRc/KVWPaNBqr8g/s1600-h/pursuitofhappyness%5B7%5D.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;pursuitofhappyness&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;159&quot; alt=&quot;pursuitofhappyness&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnyroWY0I/AAAAAAAABRg/7nejV3Yl5es/pursuitofhappyness_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&#39;Happyness’ is pursued, not given. It requires effort and certain levels of sacrifice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How much effort have you put in for your ‘Pursuit of Happyness’?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’ll speak again. Stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-regrets-you-wont-wanna-carry-to-your_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TQLnbUzpIdI/AAAAAAAABRA/DOeqY-t41OE/s72-c/baby_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-7404775015873897126</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-01T12:00:37.854+08:00</atom:updated><title>The 5 Regrets You Won’t Wanna Carry To Your Grave (Part 1)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have recently found an interesting read, and would like to share it to all who dropped by.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Again, there will be a series of interactive posts coming up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some of you may find the content of the next few posts oddly familiar, like a sting on your skin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto&quot; height=&quot;194&quot; src=&quot;http://i-izni.blog.friendster.com/files/regrets.jpg&quot; width=&quot;215&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I’m about to share are the most common regrets of dying men.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today’s issue:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TPXIVrjZ0MI/AAAAAAAABQs/ZcV1GNg41nw/s1600-h/regrets-droids%5B7%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;regrets-droids&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; alt=&quot;regrets-droids&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TPXIW9QCPkI/AAAAAAAABQw/mx3YVt_2yow/regrets-droids_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;299&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Vivaldi&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was the most common one of all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it’s easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most people had not honoured even half of their dreams and knew that it was due to choices they had made, and not made.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TPXIXziRKpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/0Sct3z-SNWc/s1600-h/p_falcon%5B5%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;p_falcon&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;331&quot; alt=&quot;p_falcon&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TPXIYwR1YgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kOceVvS3chs/p_falcon_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;277&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just like a falcon, a person needs the strength, physical and mental, to be able and willing to flap his wings in order to get rid of all chains of life and soar for greater dreams. It may not be the most enjoyable process, but the fruits reaped after that are definitely worth the effort.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you been true to yourself in life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’ll talk again. Stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-regrets-you-wont-wanna-carry-to-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_j-_sBNlJST8/TPXIW9QCPkI/AAAAAAAABQw/mx3YVt_2yow/s72-c/regrets-droids_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081508883603489717.post-3562334956124745579</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-28T10:42:18.108+08:00</atom:updated><title>AWOL (Away With Official Leave)</title><description>Hey readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to say this, but as some of you guys may know, I&#39;ve been suffering by some unknown virus these days and my brain cells aren&#39;t functioning like I want it to be. Please bear with me and pray for my speedy recovery so that I can start using my brains to post things up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Thanksgiving and Merry Very Early Christmas.</description><link>http://euricko.blogspot.com/2010/11/awol-away-with-official-leave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ricky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>