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Second, it certainly inspires me with some great new ideas for my future wedding video. Of course, it utters something else as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my thought after watching the video for like 16 times. &lt;s&gt;It was actually 269 times.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Pink is the new black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the video uses pink iPod. I assume it's pretty normal to see a guy wearing pink shirt. But it contradicts my belief that no men would choose pink gadgets. He could stand a higher chance showing off the sensitive side of him. Or we can assume that evil dude steal it from his sister. Or worst, he is pertaining to color blindness. Or maybe I've been thinking too much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wedding video is an advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raisin_Bran"&gt;Raisin Bran&lt;/a&gt; advertisement that looks like a wedding video. Otherwise, it could be a wedding video that looks like a Raisin Bran advertisement. Whatever it is, two birds were killed in the process. On the other hand, it was a &lt;s&gt;stone&lt;/s&gt; significant milestone achievement on a different style of videography, which eventually scores the video maker tons of money in return. In other words, they are actually promoting themselves and Wong Fu's work to their family and friends.. and you of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Creativity attracts copycats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed no one likes to reinvent the wheel. So people just love re-using creative ideas as their own ideas. Similarly like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a7eGVLUCFE"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8HR0Bg9nss"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6ccFZxQ3tA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. No doubt copying is bad, but modifying and improving it into a better one is definitely a good idea. In this case, many said Wong Fu's team borrowed ideas from the 'Bad day' mv (as shown below). Anyway, does it matter if it's better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBziW9qQvsc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBziW9qQvsc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked almost the same. No? Isn't it obvious how they do everything the same way? Personally, I really like the crossword scene. Though the guy was a little unnatural when acting, both ended up really great. No? Say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3384317013064619771?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whilst I was still chewing my fifth scoop of rice, he already emptied his plate. Gosh, that was really quick. He told me the same speed is used when comes to completing his work assignments. Yea, basically in everything he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/1782/toiletbowlor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It got to be a quick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where did I go wrong? I choose to enjoy every bite instead of eating for the sake of filling up my stomach. Surprisingly, he boldly said he gains more joy and satisfaction in that way. As I read through his way of eating, I can come up with a few reasons why his taste buds still bathing pleasure while going under pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Order Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the food he ate was ordered by him, &lt;s&gt;unless his girlfriend is around&lt;/s&gt;. In other words, he gets to eat what he likes. In real life, we get to do things we like when we focus on what we want. Like selecting the best school, deciding an ideal job, choosing a life partner or merely fixing your mind on which undies to wear. Just that someone will suggest something else which tends to taste better than the choice you’ve made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat While It’s Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He savour immediately when things are served in front of him, though the food was still hot. Strange but true that once his tongue adapts to it, his appetite will keep him going. Well, continuous momentum will persist once it is forcefully built. I guess many tasks seem hard at first. Probably you can opt to do it later - but more work or problems might arise from there. It will kill your mood and none will be solved by then. I reckon there is nothing to lose for practicing this, except for some sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew Properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most blatant part. Yeah, he did munch appropriately before swallow. If not, I think he will choke in front of me with his last breath caught in his esophagus. Result wouldn’t go wrong if necessary actions are performed correctly in place. For instance, I used to do workouts without proper warm-up exercises and I did suffer bad muscles and joints ache. &lt;s&gt;So I ended up fat&lt;/s&gt;. Therefore in a critical process, we need to go according to its procedures to obtain the desirable outcome. In another word, no shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasty Ones Always Go Last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him ate the fried chicken skin after he finished everything else. So while eating other less tasty stuff on the plate, he's driving his speed towards the end for the crispy skin. In real life, hard work sits on your shoulder before you find your success. If you desperately wanted &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/sucks-cess_31.html"&gt;success&lt;/a&gt; in your life, your desire will motivate you to bite lips and move on with your efforts no matter how tough it is. In my case, I ate the rice first then only I ate the veggies &lt;s&gt;I'm kidding, I don't eat veggie&lt;/s&gt;. Five words. Save the best for last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink Goes In Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us drink something - a sip of fruit juice or a spoonful of soup in between the bites. It relieves the stress of consistent chewing in the mouth. My jaws did feel tired when comes to chewing the rice, so I just washed them down the throat with a sip of drink. Just follow both of us. Take a break whenever you find necessary. Do not overwhelmed yourself with work because work will never ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly, it does relate to how things should be handled in life. I'm glad I learned something out of his eating habit. I thought to myself, maybe both of us should go for lunch more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe on something different next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a steamboat lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/4408/steamboatww0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder this time how fast he can eat. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-3202712619944252143?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was laughing all the way whilst job opportunities were rushing its way to my mailbox. Most of you must be wondering how this could happen to a guy who meditated long enough in a same job spot. I will tell you how I was hunted without much job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send resume to headhunters and you shall be headhunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to get connected to job headhunters, especially those well known ones. So when I paid visit to job fairs previously, my targets were only those headhunter companies, instead of multinational companies or Fortune 500 companies. I reckon getting candidates wasn't their concern, they were actually paying more attention in branding their names to the public (by giving free pens, notepads, etc.). The process was so simple - I just drop my resume in the database of those headhunters. *feels like contributing a donation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/4349/jobsdblf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that spells too much hassle, you can do it online at home. Based on my extensive research (just use Google will do), there's a list of &lt;a href="http://www.eguide.com.my/MY/SEARCH/Headhunters"&gt;headhunters in Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; for everyone to mark their targets. Don't be overjoyed, some headhunter profile doesn't have email address, only phone and fax number. Throughout the time, I'm way too lazy to use a fax machine and found it cumbersome to send my voice over a phone. So I decided to click for headhunters in &lt;a href="http://www.jobstreet.com/default.htm"&gt;JobStreet&lt;/a&gt;'s page instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/3481/scanresumewh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They will 'buy' your resume with a scan through their bar scanner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Focus on things you can control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I was being discouraged whenever I thought about the stress of going through interviews and the amount of time needed for interview preparation. Worse, when &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-isnt-short-sighted.html"&gt;I’m working late&lt;/a&gt; and I've only couple of hours left at night. By managing my time wisely, those are things within my control. Dinner/shower: 5 minutes, create interview script: 15 minutes, dinner for my brain: 50 minutes and sleep: 5 hours. I believe so. Do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/1228/interviewscriptrg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written words are sharper and easier to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could unstressed myself by looking on bright side. If headhunters give a phone or mail response, I'll just go thinking I’m possibly a potential employee in their lens, though my mind might put me in doubt whether I'm capable for the job. As I mentioned, I can make time to prepare and memorize &lt;a href="http://matchfingers.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-many-cats-in-los-angeles.html"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; scripts, so that it’s no longer appear to be a stress. Instead of wasting of time judging how things might go wrong, the remaining time should be utilized for improving yourself, or merely shop for a better looking attire for upcoming interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You need headhunter and headhunters need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst employers hire headhunters to get quality employees, they will still try to promote you in front of their clients, as long as you are qualified with their basic requirements. It is a win-win situation for both parties - they get paid and you get hired. Trust me you will even stand a concrete chance, if they are desperate and have no other choices in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/3172/smilecv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smile! You stand a chance. Ermm, I mean that lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ask properly and you shall receive properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I received phone calls by then - all the way from India, Middle East , Thailand and back in Singapore. After I've done with the first conversation, the subsequent ones were pretty much the same. First they will ask whether I am interested to attend to one of their clients' interview from bla bla bla country. Then I’ll be answering questions like how long you've been working, your current scope of work, expected pay and current pay. They even offered useful interview advices during my interview with them. Surprisingly I can't even take it as a headhunter's interview at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Expect the unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headhunter seldom reduce the amount of your expected pay (unless a ridiculous amount). You can go as high as 30% to 40% of your current salary. But when you meet the interviewer from their client, they will ask about your expected salary again. I usually answer them with a question - "How much would you pay someone with my background and experience?". This will get them to suggest a price on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2924/interviewfb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't satisfied with your employee-labeled-price-tag, you can &lt;s&gt;scold them stupid&lt;/s&gt; reveal your honest amount with a solid reason tagging behind. For example, I would say something like "I’m currently being offered $4,000 by a Singaporean company, but I’m really interested to work for your company. Is it possible to work out a similar amount? I don’t mind to be bonded in this case". Case closed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beware of one missed call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As headhunters will be calling you in the morning, afternoon and evening, get yourself to charge your cellphone at night. This will avoid sudden conversation cut off during the day. But the last thing I expected to happen was this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/9001/missedcalles9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received several missed calls from several headhunters while I was in toilet. My cellphone was left on my table catching numbers that were either ‘Withheld’ or ‘+60301’. The others were sadly listed as 'Unknown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me.. How I supposed to call them in return? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/8309/onemissedcallcc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, she describes the exact expression of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-1113076223776506148?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I mean things like great scenery, paintings, architecture and.. &lt;s&gt;babes&lt;/s&gt; babies. Having to stare at newly born baby is the most beautiful thing happen in life. Yeah, it's really fun to stare at those little creatures, but some people eye on things differently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7977/eyemels9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course disaster would happen when a dude stares at a beautiful baby, carried by a pretty woman. Simply because his partner couldn't spot where his eyes landed on. But this isn't his fault! No matter you are male or female, would you stare at other hot guys or girls when your partner is around? Hell No. But I thought everyone would answer yes to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/7070/stareatmezw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm carrying a cute baby, anyone staring at me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's a very natural thing for both men and women to do.. but it's just out of respect for the person you're with! We shouldn't stare at someone else, unless they are acting funny or wearing something hideous which both of you can enjoy staring and giggling at the same time. But this really depends on the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure about this, but some people mentioned that the speed of our little brain plays a role here. Women have a quicker speed in capturing images, which means they have the ability to record the most minute details in a split second glance. Men have a slower mode. Don't laugh. They have to first focus (stare) for like minutes to get a general sense of the objects. This literally explains why men stare a lot.. but this doesn't make any sense to me either. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/3438/exrx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men would express disgust over other men who stare at their girls. But in some cases, some said men supposed to eye on women as they already spend massive amount of money on expensive clothes, cosmetics, skin care and slimming products. All these done to avoid stares from a guy? Well there is a point here. But, but, but, this isn't sound right.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still consider treasuring pretty things around is a good view, there's a price to pay. Your girlfriend would probably mad at you, or your boyfriend would probably kill someone over the offense done by your eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said before, it really depends. Let's stare at the girl in the following video, but I strongly discourage you from doing so. But still, I know you will watch it. Anyways I think many of you have watched it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/anB5SSsiolI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anB5SSsiolI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I'm confused, I believe most of you feel the same.. but would you watch another clip of hers? Well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrFRcTkoxI8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrFRcTkoxI8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so weird. She does nothing, but just staring at you. And you know what, she got more than a million of views in YouTube. I don't get it. Guess humans stare at beautiful things for sure, but without you knowing, money dropped from the sky as she made all these videos. At this moment, the video already reached 1,565,162 views, so if the advertising company pays $0.01 per view, it's gonna build a massive amount of $15,651.62. Ermm, this is just for one video alone. Not a bad paycheck someone with nothing important to say. Her boyfriend will probably thank everyone for staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I personally felt it's like a revenge video towards those guys who always stare at other girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZhm4HbSRgw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZhm4HbSRgw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's watching you (O_O) to watch her back. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766502378715521710-1091900738034742799?l=matchfingers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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