<?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: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-9535541</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:50:18.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of a SNAG!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-1020057938164702240</id><published>2007-09-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:05:38.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day in Hokkaido~</title><content type='html'>In Hokkaido, there used to be locals that reside there which were named "Ainu".&lt;br /&gt;We visit a re-created Ainu village which is located in the area called "Shiraoi Poroto Kotan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/Japan999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/Japan999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Super big structure (like 3 floors high!) that greets you when you enter "Shiraoi Poroto Kotan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, nobody live by the traditional Ainu culture anymore. This village cum museum is merely a showcase of the Ainu customs and heritage for tourists and future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical Ainu house has an entrance in the west, 3 windows in the east and the south. As explained by the guides, the windows allow access to Gods and spirits of their fore-parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A real Ainu house is much smaller. This enlarge version is to house tourists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual dance "Iyomante Rimse" is performed to send the spirit of the bear-God back to heaven. The black bear is a revered icon in the Ainu culture, because I think, they provide the Ainu people with almost everything that they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sending the spirits of the bear-God back to heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ainu people plays the "mukkur", a musical instrument which produces sound out of a piece of thin bamboo and a thread which is pulled as you are blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chio-bu performing on a mouth harp~~~~ = ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't escape me when I realised some of the performing crew have dyed hair and modern accessories. They are merely replicating Ainu culture is a setting only meant for tourists as a money-spinning event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Check back in a couple of days for the next update~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-1020057938164702240?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/1020057938164702240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=1020057938164702240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/1020057938164702240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/1020057938164702240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/09/second-day-in-hokkaido.html' title='Second Day in Hokkaido~'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-3880937223434486009</id><published>2007-09-22T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:36:46.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The land of the Rising Sun - preview ~</title><content type='html'>So you would have known that I spend 2 weeks in Japan by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the anticipated pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The sunset from my window seat!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to Tokyo took about 7 hours and I slept my way through the morning flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Narita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;airpork &lt;/span&gt;and took a domestic flight to Chitose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;airpork, &lt;/span&gt;which is the airport serving Hokkaido!&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Hotel Nikko Chitose,  as the first stop of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bored and restless after travelling for more than 10 hours, we took a stroll around the hotel. Weather was a cool 21 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we chanced upon............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Japan Pasar Malem!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some festival celebration going on in Chitose, a small city of only 90,000 people, which is really a rarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went round savoring the gourmet delights of Japan by starting with ............ the Octopus balls! Much much larger and chewier then the ones served in Bugis Junction was the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Octopus Balls... yum yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More gourmet delights!... oishii!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OISHII!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only chanced upon some weird stalls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Japanese Beetles~~~~!!! EEEeeek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Summer, Japanese beetles are a very common pest, and to battle this problem, (to fuel those human increasingly weird tastes) they are sold as pets, or as collection specimens I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is inside these cute wrappers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Candy floss~~~~in your favourite cartoon character wrapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 10pm and decided to head back to hotel, but not before a refreshing drink of ice cooling water ...... from a water cooler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/japan023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You cant get any more natural than this.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water flows down from some spring and is completely n-a-t-u-r-a-l. Being so amazed, I cant resist taking a picture and causing a huge jam at the drinking queue. Hahahaa. Japanese people are just so polite. They rather inconvenient themselves than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right folks. This concludes my Day 1 of sightseeing tour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-3880937223434486009?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/3880937223434486009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=3880937223434486009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/3880937223434486009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/3880937223434486009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/09/land-of-rising-sun-preview.html' title='The land of the Rising Sun - preview ~'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-4068289789501126324</id><published>2007-08-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:37:10.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise to write one entry before the month is up.</title><content type='html'>I promise to write one entry before the month is up in lieu of the support of my legions of female fans. (sorry if you are male and reading my blog, pls dun make yourself seen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt; heard, I dun really need to know your undying support. Thanks. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-4068289789501126324?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/4068289789501126324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=4068289789501126324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/4068289789501126324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/4068289789501126324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-promise-to-write-one-entry-before.html' title='I promise to write one entry before the month is up.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-1733551036498812905</id><published>2007-06-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:14:50.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: 10 Weird / Little known things about Me</title><content type='html'>Ok... I have been tagged by Beckyy to do this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;I am allergic to sea-food .... or so I think. Haha.... the ambiguity came about because I was warded to hospital for 10 days during P3 for a bout of serious allergy reaction. The doctor never truly found out the reason, and it was concluded as possible "sea-food allergy". So I might not be allergic after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I learnt English only at 7. Cantonese was the first language I spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people touch my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;My childhood ambition was to be a scientist, and my goal was to invent something that can be found in every household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was a sickly child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;I got this obsession of keeping my hands clean, so I dont really eat chicken wings. Some friends  thought I dont like chicken / fried food. Now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have this rather high pitch singing voice, that could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;disturb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; certain people... Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;I have a poor sense of direction (think getting lost), and is easily confused by complex routine that requires hands and legs to move together (think "dancing").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I am mildly dyslexia. I often mixed up my d and g together and can only recognize if it the spelling is right after I finish the word. Certain simple words often threw up a blank when I need to use them. Word Processor with speller check is a God-sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;I am a really sentimental person, though I can give certain people this cold facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! I tagged those who read my blog to write a similar entry, especially Da Ge and Da Sao!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-1733551036498812905?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/1733551036498812905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=1733551036498812905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/1733551036498812905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/1733551036498812905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged-10-weird-little-known-things.html' title='Tagged: 10 Weird / Little known things about Me'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-148745531761925809</id><published>2007-06-01T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:56:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="TH"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;From : &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mail Administrator &lt;postmaster@pacific.net.sg&gt;&lt;/postmaster@pacific.net.sg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reply-To : &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mail Administrator &lt;postmaster@pacific.net.sg&gt;&lt;/postmaster@pacific.net.sg&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Sent : &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Thursday, May 31, 2007 4:13 PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;To : &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;zenkok@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Subject : &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mail System Error - Returned Mail&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Message was undeliverable due to the following reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The user(s) account is temporarily over quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXX@pacific.net.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Kok Junfeng &lt;zenkok@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: XXXXXXXX@pacific.net.sg&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hi XXX~&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, May 31, 2007 4:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear XXX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this greeting will never reach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end, in a manner I never foresee.&lt;/zenkok@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-148745531761925809?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/148745531761925809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=148745531761925809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/148745531761925809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/148745531761925809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html' title='The end of everything.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-8830424537476635146</id><published>2007-05-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:04:15.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pack of Lies</title><content type='html'>26 April 2006&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kok Junfeng&lt;br /&gt;Engineer&lt;br /&gt;XXX Dept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Junfeng,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALARY ADJUSTMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pleased to inform you that with effect from 1 April 2007, your monthly salary has been adjusted to $2XXX.XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of the Company, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(spelt with a capital C for crap)&lt;/span&gt; we wish to thank you for your contributions and trust that you will continue to give your best, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(you wish)&lt;/span&gt; working with the entire XXX team to bring the Company &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(spelt with a capital C for Cut the Crap)&lt;/span&gt; to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation and best wishes for a happy rewarding career with XXX. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hahahaha That WAS a joke right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(seriously I dun really care but you could consider replacing George Carlin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the difference between a pay raise and a pay adjustment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID'NT till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have done a fair amount of work and received praise from your boss and a pat on your back and "this is your reward for your hard work".&lt;br /&gt;You would have really thought it was something special......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the painful truth rear its ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Truth 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Almost everyone I knew who started work at the same time as me gotten a "raise". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok..... Now is not a time to get jealous... perhaps everyone has been working really hard and putting in long hours but it just happen that when I go home.... I dont see anyone else in the office............. Everyone is doing alot of work back in their home PC......... Everyone is working soooo hard.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then... came the defining moment and the straw that broke the camel back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Truth 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All the freshies into the Company (Capital C for cheapskates) are now drawing the same pay as me AFTER the pay RAISE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complete BS. You dont package a pay adjustment as a pay raise, although to be fair it was written in the Company (Capital C for cunning) letter that is was an "adjustment". But still........ You Call a spade a spade!!! Dont disguise it as a raise! I feel so cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No 1:    Nobody really appreciate my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is probably HR manager ask my boss if I should be part of the name list so I can get the same pay as the freshies. Boss probably type Y-E-S and click the "send" button using his mouse in precisely 1.654 seconds. He then spend a further 14.38 seconds saying "thanks for your hard work" and proceed to spend 1.87 seconds dragging his hand from besides his trousers hem to my right shoulder..... while maintaining a "encouraging tone". Look, this is indeed a classic man-management example at its very best. No effort required on his part, worker feel immensely happy and loyalty is brought for nothing.  That is till someone leak the Company &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Capital C for Classic Crap)&lt;/span&gt; hic secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No 2:   I have to work even harder to get my next pay raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my slate is clean now because I start from ground zero after I have gotten a pay raise (in his opinion) and my earlier hard work has come to naught. Now I have to improve from a higher starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No 3:    I threw the damn Saturday papers away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that spoke for itself. $@&amp;amp;^%%#*&amp;amp;%^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-8830424537476635146?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/8830424537476635146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=8830424537476635146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/8830424537476635146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/8830424537476635146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/05/pack-of-lies.html' title='A pack of Lies'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-4002904896373349038</id><published>2007-03-17T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:57:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It slipped us by - 2000</title><content type='html'>Jealousy is a terrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the acid stinging away somewhere deep, eating you from inside. (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is worse then terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It engulf you with a blanket of emptiness that threaten to suffocate you from living. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst feeling is regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look back in anger, in sadness, in resignation.&lt;br /&gt;You wonder aloud of the ending, the decisions made, the choices available. (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life knowing things cant go back to what they were. (2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-4002904896373349038?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/4002904896373349038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=4002904896373349038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/4002904896373349038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/4002904896373349038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-slipped-us-by-2000_17.html' title='It slipped us by - 2000'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-8584425139458829639</id><published>2007-02-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T03:02:57.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Trivias in Dubai</title><content type='html'>1.     There are sand storms in Dubai! Amazing, just like &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arrakis&lt;/span&gt;/Dune. Visibility is so bad you cant see too far ahead while driving~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/arrakis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/arrakis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dune recreated in Dubai!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    It is currently the "rainy" season of Dubai. It rains like once every week for 1 hour. Amazing, what will they say about Spore in Dec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Smoking is allowed in air cons mall. The designated smoking area in a restaurant is usually just a table away from the non-smoking section. Why bother to segregate in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Traffic jams along the Dubai sole expressway is comparable and in my opinion, even worse then that of Bangkok. Getting stuck in jams for 1-1.5 hours are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/dubai_traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/dubai_traffic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Traffic Jam everyday except for Friday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    There are more Indians and Pakistani then Arabs in Dubai. Filipinos also have a significant presence here. Chinese are a rarity. Singaporeans? I only saw 3 in 3 weeks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Dubai has the same "must-win" mentality that Singaporean leaders have. They now have the tallest building in the world, most posh hotel in the world, and biggest shopping malls. One of their biggest mall, "Mall of the Emirates" has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snow skiing slope&lt;/span&gt;, right in the middle of desert region. Amazing &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/mall_of_the_emirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/mall_of_the_emirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mall of the Emirates. The grey structure is the skiing slope... Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/emirates_mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/emirates_mall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Close up of the skiing facilities called Snow City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    The beaches of Dubai has clean sand with clear blue water. Spore will never be able to match the natural beaches other countries has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   Cars are left-hand drive. Highway exits are on the right. Single lane roads will see you travelling on the right as well. Just all totally different from Spore. I am so not used to it. Yeah, I drove in Dubai. A first! Driving in a foreign city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Dubai is not a country but a state in UAE (United Arab Emirates). I think another 5 or 6 more states make up the rest of UAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/uae_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/uae_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Map of UAE. Capital of UAE is Abu Dhabi and not Dubai, which is a common mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    Dubai is extremely expensive. Hotel rates are average 200-300 plus Sing dollar per day. Transport vie cab is usually another 50-60 Sing Dollar. But well, if you are going for a holiday, then costs shouldnt be the most important factor, having fun is upmost importance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/burjalarab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/burjalarab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S-E-V-E-N stars Hotel! Iconic Building of Dubai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/burj_al_arab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/burj_al_arab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;S$2000  a night! Only for rich and the famous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-8584425139458829639?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/8584425139458829639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=8584425139458829639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/8584425139458829639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/8584425139458829639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-trivias-in-dubai.html' title='10 Trivias in Dubai'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-5749796744926790577</id><published>2007-02-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:51:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No updates!</title><content type='html'>My Fren say I am a bitch cause I never update my blog~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, bitchy me has made an entry. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Dubai, I am reminded that V day is just a couple (notice the pun here) of days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hells......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-5749796744926790577?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/5749796744926790577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=5749796744926790577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/5749796744926790577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/5749796744926790577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-updates.html' title='No updates!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-3629996386105126627</id><published>2006-12-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:04:37.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work - the central stage</title><content type='html'>Hi, if you are reading this, I guess you are still pretty free to indulge in excessive luxuries. (such as reading a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; blog with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; entries) I have been really busy lately, so much so I got no time to go home and I just sleep in the office to save on the travelling time. (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was complaining just one and half month back how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;I was, those days have since become a distant memory. Suddenly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thrusted&lt;/span&gt; into the thick of action, wearing nothing but a 2 piece swimsuit (stop drooling ~~), and armed with only a pen, I went on to calculate and design the biggest project of mankind so far, just slightly smaller in significance than the Pyramids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took me 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scurrying round the office in a manner rats do in a sinking ship, I tried to carry out what was asked of me. You know you are busy when you have to switch off the lights at the end of the day. But sadly, in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corporate&lt;/span&gt; world, its results (and a huge dose of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bootlicking&lt;/span&gt;) that is important. And I am unable to reproduce that (cause I am a male ~~~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an grave error in one of my work on Monday. That could have potentially cost 200k. In the end, it was discovered before any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; damage was done... but I started doubting if I am really cut out as an engineer or should I switch to being a stand up comedian who specialise in lame jokes (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!!! stop giving me the this &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; funny look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to question the functionality of work.... the direction of one career.... and ultimately the meaning of one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag and war between colleagues, sucking up to the guys in the rooms with doors, trying hard to smile when you had a bad day is just so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask if this will ever come to an end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-3629996386105126627?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/3629996386105126627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=3629996386105126627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/3629996386105126627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/3629996386105126627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-central-stage.html' title='Work - the central stage'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-116093254510305786</id><published>2006-10-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:18:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of me</title><content type='html'>I am moody, negative and cynical.... more than half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I dont enjoy this side of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  Mr Hyde reared his ugly head this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I dont enjoy an weekend in Mr Hyde skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be humourous, sensitive, spontaneous in your vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I wasnt any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a familiar stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, there wasnt a trace of that mesmerising smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up in a bout of indulgent bingeing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it wasnt the alcohol, but the emptiness inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, numb for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, nothing really changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head had a dull ache,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it wasnt a hangover. It probably stemmed from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted another weekend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this is not the last of this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-116093254510305786?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/116093254510305786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=116093254510305786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/116093254510305786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/116093254510305786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/10/shades-of-me.html' title='Shades of me'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-115919234583586700</id><published>2006-09-25T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:33:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love children! ~~~</title><content type='html'>I love children, and how sweet they always appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while I was leaving for work in my favourite blue,white and purple strip shirt that I just bought a while ago, I bumped into my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving couple was about to bring their two daughters (about 3 to 5 years old) to pre-school. After I greeted them with a cherry "Morning" and the couple replied likewise. The wife quickly chided her daugheters for not greeting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed how cute they were in their little uniforms which were matching with their little bags.... and it matches their little water bottles. They were..... literally little everything! Shoes, socks, you name it. How on earth could anyone, anyone in the world who dont like children? They were soooooooooooooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they opened their little mouths. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*imagine scene of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sunflowers&lt;/span&gt; blooming*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;UNCLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They greet in unison.&lt;br /&gt;$%$@&amp;^*&amp;amp;*@;a;^*^(*%$^$^%@!^@^%&amp;%^$%$@&amp;amp;^$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mom appeared sheepish and corrected them immediately "kor kor lah"&lt;br /&gt;while I continued to flash my magnetic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of getting a birthday present for the so sweet young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/parent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/parent2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now my neighbours better subscribe to this new policy = )&lt;br /&gt;PS: PIC from the popular Maddox website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-115919234583586700?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/115919234583586700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=115919234583586700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115919234583586700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115919234583586700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-children_25.html' title='I love children! ~~~'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-115747415863574354</id><published>2006-09-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:04:50.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Musings</title><content type='html'>Q. What are the five things that I look forward to in a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. 4 weekends and 1 pay day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When I say I am the second most important person in the company, who IS the most important person then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The rest of the people in the company. (caught you! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the nickname given to me by my colleagues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Baby, cause I am the youngest one around. (imagine that!! Every single female colleague calling me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;... hmmmm Never a luckier guy around until you consider their age... hmmmm. I think there is an English word to explain this kind of behaviour. I think it is pedophile. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the most important task currently given to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. To "da bao" lunch for my fellow engineers who are too busy to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is my current position/designation in my company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Administrative engineer. I handle all the paperwork that my fellow engineers dont feel like doing. WOOOOOOOOO~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How to do you know if my day is slack, very slack or extremely slack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;toilet breaks &lt; 3 =""&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toilet breaks &lt; fingers ="  very"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toilet breaks &gt; 10 and too many to count even with all yr little toes = extremely slack (more than 99% of the time!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you know your boss doesnt think highly of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. When he spell your name as Jung Feng after 1 months and 2 weeks in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you know you are unmotivated to go to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. When you are 2nd last to come to work and the one later than you has already tendered his resignation letter. WOOOOOOOO~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you know ....nobody really cares whether you are there anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. When the only greeting you received comes from the guy cleaning the toilet. or when you starts talking to yourself as boredom creeps in. Hhahahaahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. To sleep.... wooooooooo... wednesday..... wooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-115747415863574354?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/115747415863574354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=115747415863574354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115747415863574354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115747415863574354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/09/lame-musings.html' title='Lame Musings'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-115564929589341529</id><published>2006-08-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:41:35.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Life</title><content type='html'>So you are waiting for my take on working life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have smiled more in these 3 weeks then in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 important acts in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Act friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Act busy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Act interested in boring conversation topics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;WOO~&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks to pay day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-115564929589341529?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/115564929589341529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=115564929589341529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115564929589341529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115564929589341529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/08/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-115366902532159081</id><published>2006-07-23T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:40:06.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time... and happily ever after.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, on the sunny morning on the 18th of July, the ring tone from Zen hand phone woke him up from his slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his life went top tursy from that moment onwards ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to all concerned abt me, yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am no longer your slackest fren&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is my future life going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suggested by good fren, ZZ over MSN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zumbo:  says:&lt;br /&gt;then everyday u wake up, jog, eat breakfast then go to work. while jogging u meet this chiobu. then u ask her to be ur gf. then u pass ippt. then got job got gf no rt. all the pieces of your life are falling together liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha and I live happily ever after. Yeah&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to wake up, and pardon for this very unorganised and disorientated post. Hahahaa. Tmr first day of work. Byezzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-115366902532159081?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/115366902532159081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=115366902532159081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115366902532159081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115366902532159081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-upon-time-and-happily-ever-after.html' title='Once upon a time... and happily ever after.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-115290232890864722</id><published>2006-07-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:05:01.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A re-live day</title><content type='html'>I have been watching an english drama series "Tru calling" lately. Just finished season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tru is bestowed with special powers of being able to communicate with the dead. When the dead people (usually lying in the morgue freezer) asked for help from Tru, the events of the day are reversed and she will get to re-live the day again, to prevent the mishap which caused the death from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the death will not be preventable. Other times, others die when someone is saved. Yet on another occasion, she have to re-live the same day a few times just so 'fate' will have the desired result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you have such powers sometimes? To re-live a day? Especially a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;I certainty do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this saying "it never rains but pours" and on hindsight as I type this, I cant agree how true it is. The morning rain today disrupted my plans for a game of tennis. So I crawl back into bed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friends would have known there is this job that I really wanted recently. Sorry to disappoint your guys but yah, it is most likely over. I am back to square one in the job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could re-live the day the day like Tru, to right the wrongs in my life. Leave a better impression, say the right things. Give the right body language. Its too late for regrets, and maybe I will emerge a stronger person from this set back. Unfortunately, it will also mean that my desire to starts a career in the wastewater sector is no longer possible given the dearth of such companies in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it really amazes me how your life can turn for the worse or better in just a matter of a phonecall or an email or receiving of some information. Was the sign always there but you just didn't pick it up? Or is life as describe by Forest Gump, one never knows what one can get. The sheer unpredictability makes one carry on living, dreaming and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from a friend there are 4 stages to getting over a loss.&lt;br /&gt;1. denial&lt;br /&gt;2. acceptance&lt;br /&gt;3. grieve&lt;br /&gt;4. moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wanted to post up convo pics but really not in the mood. Disappointment caused is regretted.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-115290232890864722?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/115290232890864722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=115290232890864722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115290232890864722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115290232890864722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/07/re-live-day.html' title='A re-live day'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-115066028424251764</id><published>2006-06-19T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:49:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The elusive search continues......</title><content type='html'>So it was a good one month before I logged in another entry into this blog. Pardon for the long absence and the almost-non- existent updates. I have been busy with slacking so you must forgive me! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if the other people who are already employed will get what I am going to say, but I think everyone goes through a period like this in their lives especially just before they graduate or when they have just graduated. They ask themselves the holy grail Q, "what is the meaning of live?" and "what do they really want out of life?". One being to classify what is essential and what is desirable but non-essential and what are just plain bargaining chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criterion would include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;High starting pay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 days work week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short traveling distance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-office attire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;male/female working env (depends on your sexual orientation, wahahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Room for growth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your ideal career/childhood ambition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flexi hours/work from home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does not require overseas travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No OT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respectable job title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So person A might be a mega slacker like me will deem 2 and 3 to be essential, 4 and 10 to be non-essential but desirable, and 1 and 6 to be bargaining chips (willing to sacrifice certain things in order to get the essentials). So what kinda profile are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to answer a burning Q in many of us.... why do some of the graduating students find it so difficult to motivate themselves to find a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: There is no longer a marker where we can be judged upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our very pressuring education system, there have always been markers to gauge your progress and success. Even when you were a 10 year old kid, you were classified as "special" "express" or "normal" where everyone knows being normal is the furthest thing from everyone's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the markers continue throughout one's young lives. 10As for 'O' levels, entry to a JC and possibly a top 5 JC,  6As for 'A'  levels and 2 S paper distinctions, entry into a 'good' university to pursue a 'good' course, aiming for first class honours, making it into the dean list...... And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very suddenly the markers are removed from one lives. It is being replaced with "entry into a MNC company", "high starting pay", "high sounding titles"....vague markers which no longer means very much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of the marker in my life has lead to a void, while I continue to mull over what I want in life without coming to an answer that I am satisfied with. Some people have hopped on to a job wagon, either already sure of what they want in life, or contented to let the answer reveal themselves over the years, or simply dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably time to pull myself together and set a marker for myself before I psychologically starved myself of happiness. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-115066028424251764?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/115066028424251764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=115066028424251764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115066028424251764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/115066028424251764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/06/elusive-search-continues.html' title='The elusive search continues......'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-114659350918264208</id><published>2006-05-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:33:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end ~~</title><content type='html'>Hi all, my hiatus from my blog is over~ O-V-E-R.  Although it is unclear how long will this round of activity will be, but its not expected to be long~ haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to explain my absence of three months. Having countless projects in my final sem. Was busy with my Final Year Project in Feb and March. Then it was immediately followed by term tests and my FYP presentation in mid March. The presentation concept required of us was rather special, it require us to present our research on a poster (much like the kind teenagers used to idolise their pop idols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will need a CAP of 3.3 to maintain my second lower. Keeping my fingers cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have received two interviews calls so far. Keeping my fingers cross (Again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Gentings and KL in 6 hours and counting down. Seeya!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-114659350918264208?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/114659350918264208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=114659350918264208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/114659350918264208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/114659350918264208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/05/end.html' title='The end ~~'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-114667679301749077</id><published>2006-05-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:54:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who say Singaporean are apolitical?</title><content type='html'>Taken from http://www.yawningbread.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/WP_Rally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/WP_Rally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WP Rally at Hougang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The estimated turnout was believed to be more than 100,000!&lt;br /&gt;Political comments are not taken too kindly during elections but I feel strongly enough to want to say a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gomez issue is overplayed. It is still headlines news much to my amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Opposition are always painted in a certain way in the Straits Times. Do take a pinch of salt, a big dose, when you read the reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn out numbers in opposition rallies are always under reported. A picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Use your vote wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-114667679301749077?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/114667679301749077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=114667679301749077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/114667679301749077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/114667679301749077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-say-singaporean-are-apolitical.html' title='Who say Singaporean are apolitical?'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113816872779025338</id><published>2006-01-25T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:04:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A folk tale</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remember this chinese short story that was told by one of my chinese teacher during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xi Shi was known far and wide for her beauty and many men from all over the country flock over to where she resides so they can catch her physical beauty for themselves. This man who came from a faraway land, eagerly pick a spot where he learnt that Xi Shi will be appearing in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Xi Shi was in a bad mood that day. (Aka PMS i think. hahaa)&lt;br /&gt;And she was frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men who have came all the way to catch a sight of this beauty was still not to be disappointed. The man exclaim loudly, "Even a frowning face is so beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this (single) lady who overheard the remark and wanted to emulate Xi Shi as the next beauty in town. And so Miss Simpleton went home... and start frowning, all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I admit. I forgot how the story ended, or what the proverb this story taught. Someone care to fill me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the morale of the  story is.......&lt;br /&gt;up to you.~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: for those who think this is a really bo liao post, it probably appears to be. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113816872779025338?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113816872779025338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113816872779025338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113816872779025338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113816872779025338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/01/folk-tale.html' title='A folk tale'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113654956416719868</id><published>2006-01-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:12:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The instant culture</title><content type='html'>Know the difference between eating rice and noodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people prefer the taste of one over the other, the point I am making here is irrelevant to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice is cooked (tradtionally) vie a rice cooker.&lt;br /&gt;Noodles is prepared vie a plastic cup with hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although both food are steaming hot when cooked, the feeling associated with eating the two food cannot be anymore different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One takes place in the company of your family.&lt;br /&gt;The other is associated with sounds of TV echoing from the walls of your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get what I am saying?&lt;br /&gt;This post is only meant for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113654956416719868?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113654956416719868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113654956416719868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113654956416719868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113654956416719868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2006/01/instant-culture.html' title='The instant culture'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113542525256417880</id><published>2005-12-24T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:56:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Sweet Simple</title><content type='html'>Ha, I think someone just hit the nail on the head when they give such a short, sweet and simple solution to the age old problem that have been plaguing males for a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as lifted from http://www.askmen.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know of any great ways to turn a woman who is a "friend" into a "lover"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="nointelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: I get a ton of e-mail from guys who are looking for the answer to the magic question: "How do I get a woman I've convinced not to like me to give me a second chance?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   The answer is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't. Just move on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   It's not worth the time, effort and energy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The best thing you can do is to stop calling her, start dating other women and, if you can, make sure she finds out that you've moved on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Get on with your life. And, ironically, that will give you the best chances of her feeling attracted to you again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat, very neat. And now let the grieving begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113542525256417880?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113542525256417880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113542525256417880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113542525256417880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113542525256417880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/12/short-sweet-simple.html' title='Short Sweet Simple'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113519075318162594</id><published>2005-12-22T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:45:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More unpleasant truths</title><content type='html'>They say ignorance is bliss. Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend 2 hours in the wee morning on wednesday night to read the NKF report that was finally released to the public. It was over 400 pages in length and I read about 150 pages and glancing though another 50 pages or so. The report was damning and disheartening. I think many Singporeans were appalled at the content despite being given warning that it makes grim reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More unpleasant truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wasteful manner of using NKF funds. (which are public funds)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Include buying large amount of air tickets and not using them. Stating personal holiday overseas trips as work related. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay and bonuses which were too generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay rise up to 4 times a year?!!!?!!?? Bonus that can be backdated for 9 months? Leave that can be backdated to NINE years???? Annual leave amounting to 31 days a year? (meaning your effective working calendar is less than 11 months) Bonuses amounting to 6 months of your pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. They sure make MNC look bad in comparision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting more while apearing to get less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very ingenious indeed Mr Durai. But I thought your explanation of how "it was unintended" was more ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that my charity funds will be carefully controlled from now onwards. I will only donate to charities which I know are making full use of each and every dollar. It is unfortunate that the "NEW" NKF will have to bear the brute of this screening process. But with reserves expected to last more than 6 years there is no immediate concerns to the welfare of the NKF patients. While I appreciate the dedication of the new chairman to restore faith to the running of the NKF, I do think he might be trying too hard. Give the public some time to muse over certain issues. Let the dust settle. Then start sourcing for new donors once again. Changing to a new name might not be be a bad suggestion afterall. By urging people to donate straight after such an epsiode smacks of over optimisim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting with abated breathe for the trial involving TT Durai. I guess only a fair punishment will restore faith among Singaporeans. One man against a nation. It is going to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113519075318162594?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113519075318162594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113519075318162594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113519075318162594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113519075318162594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-unpleasant-truths.html' title='More unpleasant truths'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113501428947763947</id><published>2005-12-20T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T01:44:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reap What you sow</title><content type='html'>Just want to grumble a few lines after I seen today news. The NKF postmortem report is finally out and it makes grim reading. In short, the headlines are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Only 10 cents of every donor dollar went into patient care.&lt;br /&gt;2. TT Durai earns hell lots out of NKF. Lots of money were siphon out of NKF using loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Management at NKF were shambolic and were grossly out of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not recorded an entry prior to this because I felt anything written in anger wasnt going to reflect a true account of what really happen. But the complete truth is more disappointing then I thought it will be. No wonder ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the money earned by TT Durai is exorbitant, that itself wasnt the greatest point of contention. I do feel a CEO ought to earn an amount befitting of a CEO. Of course, how much is exorbitant is subjective I guess. (yes i do not agree that is peanuts) Of greater concern was that he was 'earning' (inclusive first class air tickets and car maintenance) money earnmarked for charity, and abusing his position of trust to award large money contract to his associates. Whether he did it as a sign of good will to his friends or he had a share in the business or whether he received any money out of the deal ... I guess will be the subject of a police investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more truths, be it unplesant. Other answers that I want to know include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay of the former NKF board members.&lt;br /&gt;2. Exactly how much was spend on the annual charity fund raising shows on channel 8 (or was it half yearly?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Whether people were earning money off those charity fund rising shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a cynical person, this epsiode and the recent Singapore Association of the Blind furore has further make me skeptical of the running of the charity. It is true that I am not contributing much to these charities presently, but I have always harbour thoughts of having a few selected charity to donate to when I join the work force (not long from now) and I can say two names will be missing from my list till I am convince that my dollar is being stretch to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be reading tomorrow Straits Times for the full report. Another issue that caught my attention was the speed that attention was defracted from themselves of their association with NKF immediately after the release of this report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May appropriate actions taken against people who deem money for the sick and the under privilege as their own. Maybe even a jail sentence isnt enough. Those egg heads ought to cough out the money they cheated (yah i can think of no better word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire epsiode has just make me more disappointed in mankind.&lt;br /&gt;'He who holds the gold makes the rules.' Eh really true huh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113501428947763947?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113501428947763947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113501428947763947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113501428947763947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113501428947763947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/12/reap-what-you-sow.html' title='Reap What you sow'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113275280441580520</id><published>2005-11-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:28:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resolutions to date!</title><content type='html'>Yo, guess my hiatus from my blog was brough forward with a few other posts a week earlier. My exams are offically over. (note the use of the word over and not completed) It is time to start making plans for my "holidays". (inverted colon cause I still have my final year project during this while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa maybe I should start off with a dissection of the Resolutions that I am suppose to accomplish this year and try to finish those that I havent achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dare say my newly picked up HTML skills though not competant, are passable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keeping my blog active. My blog readers have shrivelled somehow, but that is to be expected considering I am not a very entertaining blogger. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having a good IA. My IA is alright, I guess... didnt expected much towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Developing a good Sense of Directon. SOD is still very poor.... but its getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am still quite late from occasion to occasion. I am still very impatient... and I procastinate alot.... and I an still very passive over alot of things. Time to change change change......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I fail my IPPT AGAIN! Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hell lots of plans for this holidays. Time to fill you in another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113275280441580520?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113275280441580520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113275280441580520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113275280441580520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113275280441580520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-resolutions-to-date.html' title='My Resolutions to date!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113251335266399496</id><published>2005-11-21T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:17:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Season of Love</title><content type='html'>I guess this is another of my weird exam behaviour. I was reading my old entries and I remember this entry as one of my favourite. Since Xmas is approaching, and memories fade more and more each year, I just thought it was appropriate to share this entry with a bigger group of friends. (Damn I realise I didnt accomplish my resolutions for this year too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, December 19, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a complete contrast to my previous entry, this month being the month of Xmas, I will try to be a little more jovial and add a tinge of colour and life to my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival of love and giving is approaching fast. Time to do Xmas cards! I haven’t done that for a long time, and sending out Xmas cards have always been hap-hazard and very last minute events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of people in my Xmas cards list this year mainly friends who I have been too busy to catch up with. Hoping to write a personal note to each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four seasons in a year. But I like to think there are five seasons in total. The last season being the last week of the year and the first few days of the New Year. Why you might ask? Well, firstly there is Xmas within this “fifth” season. Xmas carols and sights of artificial red snowman, colorful lights and glittering crystals on display downtown. The mood of love does get into you and you feel that the end of year is coming and you can’t help but have a warm fuzzy feeling to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there is also New Year within this fifth season. Well, I don’t celebrate the New Year since the Chinese custom is to celebrate the Chinese New year which falls in the middle of the month, but nevertheless the public holiday is a welcome sight. Having two public holidays allow you some precious time for you to spend with your love ones and friends who are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, A birthday falls within this “fifth” season. When this fifth season approaches, I have always wondered how she is doing and laments how it could have been. I never ask her out again after such a long lapse and I don’t know how to bring up the issue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the coming of a New Year, I will make some New Year resolution as usual. This year was particularly disappointing because I didn’t manage to do most of the resolutions that I have, a blemish on my otherwise proud record of achieving most of my New Near resolutions previously. I will see how things materialize when the times comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113251335266399496?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113251335266399496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113251335266399496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113251335266399496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113251335266399496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/11/fifth-season-of-love.html' title='Fifth Season of Love'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113207987885972877</id><published>2005-11-16T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:08:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am weird.</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure I am getting weirder the longer I received my university education. In fact, I am positive that I am at my weirdest when examinations comes along. Exams always turn my biological clock upside down and I seem really fond of doing things that I wont usually be doing. I am presently sleeping at timing such as 3 to 4am and blogging at 230am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Weird thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day while I was heading to school for some last minute mugging, while I was walking along the same walk way, climbing up the same flight of stairs, heading to the same LRT station, waiting for the same train to come. It suddenly strike me how alike my life was for the past 4 years. Then, I thought wouldnt it be cool if a machine can be invented which fast forwarded all the mundane events of the day and you end up at only the important parts. Then I stopped and pause and think really hard..... and I realise actually there isnt really much of a day to look forward to. Maybe the machine can fast forward my life ten or twenty years and I will be be a rich retired uncle (hopefully) who will be finally able to enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Weird thoughts part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a dream and I heard myself saying "Mediocrity is a obscence word". Then I began to think long and hard and realise I have spoken the truth in my subconscious! Because I have been too content and too willing to be ordinary and average and mediocre, therefore the current state of dis-satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story on Weird Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Problems solved themselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I couldnt figure out, my brain will figure out on another day. So if you dun know the examination answers, fret not! You will discover it in your dreams a few days after that. (Question of whether it is too late anot is blatantly ignored by author)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a weird entry.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a weird entry.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a weird entry. (fades to silence)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113207987885972877?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113207987885972877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113207987885972877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113207987885972877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113207987885972877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-weird.html' title='I am weird.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113208402623087255</id><published>2005-11-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:19:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things go full circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 15 Saturaday 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny when things go full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were once someone really special.&lt;br /&gt;You avoided me like H5N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep bumping into you recently.&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stops.&lt;br /&gt;At the MRT platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at each other jokes.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "forgot" that you avoided me and make me felt low and silly.&lt;br /&gt;You "forget" that I once freak the hell outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have now both forgotten certain things.&lt;br /&gt;We forgot the friendship we once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a little joke which only I see the funny side of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that could hold so much meaning to me 3 years ago holds absolutely no value what-so-ever today.&lt;br /&gt;So many things are transient in life.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;When you want something very badly and it doesnt happen, there is no meaning when you do get hold of it in another time frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113208402623087255?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113208402623087255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113208402623087255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113208402623087255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113208402623087255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-things-go-full-circle.html' title='When things go full circle'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113066280907130099</id><published>2005-10-30T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:04:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is my blog worth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 10px; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.zenisasnag.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$1,129.08&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun play play k. That is US dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Will a Sponsor come? Price negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to talk about controversial issues (Such as use of handicapped toilets bleah) and be a morally responsible  product ambassador. &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113066280907130099?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113066280907130099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113066280907130099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113066280907130099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113066280907130099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-much-is-my-blog-worth.html' title='How much is my blog worth?'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-113065420458115654</id><published>2005-10-30T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T14:40:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember your childhood ambition when you were younger? I did. When I was five, I wanted to be a superhero. (After that, I realize that it is not feasible and so I wanted to be a scientist and being an engineer was the closest thing that happened for me … but that is another story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, amount of time spent in front of the black box imitating the likes of Batman, Superman, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles certainly shaped my ambition back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the age of 24, I realize a lot of dreams remain dreams and the word ambitions are tantamount to sacrifices and difficulties. Its is at this age where one aspires the most where its also the same period where most of us don’t match up to the lofty standards we set up for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no Superhero. And never will I be one.&lt;br /&gt;But I have also realize there is no need for me to be one any longer.&lt;br /&gt;There are other more important things in my life worth doing.&lt;br /&gt;Let the superhero ambition be fueled by the next five year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;He might be the next president for all you know. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thanks for all my friends who stood by thick and thin with me, someone who isn’t a superhero. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thanks to BC and sao zis for the dinner at Siam Kitchen. Anyone of you guys realize it is 8 years since the club was formed? &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to Kiat, Andy, Ah Pui and Wei Ann for the cake. I think I am too old for a cake but I really did appreciate the gesture guys. And yah thanks too for not saboing me with the cake. : D Laughs. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to Weirong and Kai Onn for the brown shirt and slippers. It is really the thought that counts my friends. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to SY, Laraine, Tim and a few other classmates who actually remember my birthday when I didn’t remember yours in return. I am not very good with dates…. Oohps… sorry. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks to all those who didn’t remember my birthday but still wish the best for me. I appreciate the gesture too as well. I can feel your greetings. (it is of a spiritual kind wink wink)&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lastly, I am no superhero, but that makes it more amazing that my friends actually remember me on this day when a non-superhero was born. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks again guys. I am touch. I am 24.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-113065420458115654?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/113065420458115654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=113065420458115654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113065420458115654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/113065420458115654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-no-superhero.html' title='I am no Superhero'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-112888087002843814</id><published>2005-10-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T02:01:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My inner Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/sad.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very sensitive soul.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is crap lah. I got an happy child initially cause I couldnt choose between two of the options. So I went to reverse my answers and got myself a Sad Child.&lt;br /&gt;But it is pretty true I havent got a childhood unlike most people I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still blogging, I am suprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;Who is still reading by the way? Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-112888087002843814?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/112888087002843814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=112888087002843814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112888087002843814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112888087002843814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-inner-child.html' title='My inner Child'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-112529301036683980</id><published>2005-10-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:28:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of my status!</title><content type='html'>Dear fans (more likely frens,) there has been a change of my status.......&lt;br /&gt;NO I am still single, wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to drop an official note to those who are still checking my blogspot, it isnt likely there will be any updates till Decemember because I am currently very busy with school projects and most importantly my FYP (Final Year Project).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support you guys have given me all these while, I appreciated that you guys have been reading what I have written and I hope I brought a few laughter to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a nice journey so far. Let me take a breather and will join up with you guys again in a while. Meanwhile, enjoy!~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-112529301036683980?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/112529301036683980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=112529301036683980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112529301036683980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112529301036683980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-of-my-status.html' title='Update of my status!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-112659900740069157</id><published>2005-09-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:10:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;No wonder I am also known as the "slow dancer" in another online personality test. Bleah. I am so boring (and fussy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-112659900740069157?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/112659900740069157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=112659900740069157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112659900740069157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112659900740069157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-112659880776100951</id><published>2005-09-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:06:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key to My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I dun really agree with the analysis leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-112659880776100951?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/112659880776100951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=112659880776100951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112659880776100951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112659880776100951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/09/key-to-my-heart.html' title='The Key to My Heart'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-112610113557072434</id><published>2005-09-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:54:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry - Puddle of Muud</title><content type='html'>Everything's so blurry&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's empty&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;pre-occupied without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'll protect youfrom all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;there's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well ya shoved it in my face&lt;br /&gt;this pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well ya shoved it my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing&lt;br /&gt;there's noone left that's real&lt;br /&gt;to make up your own ending&lt;br /&gt;and let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;cause I am lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i will save you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the unclean&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me what you thought&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn&lt;br /&gt;told you when to runaway&lt;br /&gt;nobody told you where to hide&lt;br /&gt;nobody told you what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn&lt;br /&gt;showed you when to runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You take it all&lt;br /&gt;You take it all away...&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You take it all away&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away&lt;br /&gt;This pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I know that something is wrong when someone keeps listening to the same track for 3 days in a row for 3 hours a day. Nice lyrics. Enjoy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-112610113557072434?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/112610113557072434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=112610113557072434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112610113557072434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112610113557072434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/09/blurry-puddle-of-muud.html' title='Blurry - Puddle of Muud'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-112118891489556052</id><published>2005-07-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:39:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Trip - Of weird names and strange sights - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>I think I was suppose to write this a while back but I have been busy with a few things and could never sit down to do this. Instead of writing a long essay on my trip over there which will sure bore the dwindling number of my blog-readers to extinction (no doubt) I have decided to break it up to small parts and write whenever I feel like doing so. Too many random thoughts and experiences to put it all down to writing at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thailand, the greeting is kinda unique is that sense that you say "Sa wa de Krup" if you are a male and "Sa wa de Kah" if you are a female. And you are suppose to put yr palms together and placed them around chest height. (like shown in picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/mac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/mac1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa wa de Krup! (Now is MacDonald a guy or a gal? hmmh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Khao Shan Street in Bangkok, I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/card1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want a MENSA card! I want my christain name to read Brainy! WAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that? You can get an International student card, International Driving license and I think basically whatever you can think of - for a price. (And I dare say it is very much affordable even though I didnt enequire about it) My friend who was holding a genuine student card was quite amazed at the quality of the fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Thai when translated into English can be hilarious. (No disrespect meant. All in the name of good nature fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/name1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/name1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What sort of shoes they sell? Hee hee hee Sexy Shoes? Bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/names3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/names3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wat so special? SMLJ LAH! (only meant for the very crude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this particular name could really pick off in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/name2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/name2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT after me. Payaya Pok Pok.&lt;br /&gt;Now Faster.&lt;br /&gt;And FASTER!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok enough of bo liao stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally before I end, one of the best places I visited in Bangkok was......&lt;br /&gt;neh you will never guess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/cu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/cu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CHULA fever is on!!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the reason why another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-112118891489556052?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/112118891489556052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=112118891489556052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112118891489556052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/112118891489556052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/07/bangkok-trip-of-weird-names-and.html' title='Bangkok Trip - Of weird names and strange sights - Chapter 1'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111945882672501903</id><published>2005-06-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:53:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, run like the wind and dont look back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I could still smell the excitement in the air as I recall the scene in the National Stadium. It was the annual sports meet pitching the best athletes of my school with five other primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always envy these athletes; so graceful on the track, wild cheers from the stands as they cross the finishing line, a face of unmask joy peppered by beads of perspirations, the sweet savor of success by the medal holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wish that I could do likewise, joining them on the track, being part of their success, being in the limelight. That was me, fourteen years ago, a primary school kid wanting to be part of a 'cooler' group and basking in the glory for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was never selected for school representation. It wasnt that I couldn’t run, I have always been among the fastest in my class. To the teachers, I have never fitted into the profile of a runner. Being short, skinny and geeky certainly did not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I crouch on the field ready to spring at the sound of the whistle, a message will flash across my head, like a searing hot iron, "Run, run like the wind and don’t look back.." Over and over again I repeated it in my mind as I dash towards the finishing line. Glory was non-existent and the feeling of winning empty for it was merely a physical education class. I realized it takes a bigger stage to bring about the elevated feelings of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus I ended my primary school on a note that I have never won anything of real significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thirteen when I was spotted (finally) by my PE teacher in my new secondary school. He asked me to go for a trial. I didn’t turn up. I was alone in a new environment, and I didn’t feel I was up to the task. I guess it was a different scenario when you are in a primary school and the older boys don’t seem that much bigger and when you are thirteen and standing besides secondary four &lt;i&gt;men &lt;/i&gt;that are so much taller than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seventeen when I finally corrected the low perception of myself. I was still short and skinny. Nothing much has changed. But I wanted to give it a shot because I realize that was probably the only (and last) chance of me trying out athletics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first medal I won was a bronze in the 800 meters. I was 17. Success was sweet, although I lost out on the gold and silver after being over taken at the 100m. I was the junior racing against a field of senior. Third placing was already a high order and remains one of my fondest memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that bronze model, I carried on training, biding my time, searching for the elusive gold. I was doing my warm ups in lane 4 of the track, stretching and jumping like every other day of my training sessions for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Run, run like the wind and don’t look back" I repeated to myself as the crack of the pistol sounded. Fifty-seven seconds and 400 meters later, I glanced across my shoulders and notice I was a body length ahead of the next guy as I crossed the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done what I set out to do eight years ago but the feeling of winning was hollower that I thought. It dawned on me that it was the process rather than the result that was sweeter. Reaching the end of the destination had a sort of hollow ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success might not come tomorrow; it might not even arrive eight years later. However, it is the process of trying and overcoming the odds that makes it all the worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post is not meant to showcase my achievement but rather what one can achieve when one makes up his or her mind to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, one of my friends pointed out that similarly, it is the process of courtship that is special to couples rather than the end result of being in an official relationship, isn't it? ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for the month long hiatus. Thanks for being patient all these while. You guys have been a blast. I am off to Bangkok the morning after. Hopefully, more interesting posts when I return. And to a certain you, enjoy yourself wherever you are. My thoughts are with you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111945882672501903?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111945882672501903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111945882672501903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111945882672501903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111945882672501903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/06/run-run-like-wind-and-dont-look-back.html' title='Run, run like the wind and dont look back'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111738806311333499</id><published>2005-05-30T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:36:06.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is Type-B</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Begins May 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  The latest Korean blockbuster to hit town. Below is a short synopsis of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is Type-B is a romantic comedy about a young woman who falls hard for a guy whose outrageous personality may very well be related to his blood type! Han Ji-hye stars as Ha-mi, a beautiful university who lands a hunky, but totally obnoxious boyfriend by the name of Young-bin (Lee Dong-gun). The film’s premise hinge on the wacky theory that a person’s blood type has a direct effect on one’s love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: a type-B male like Young-Bin is said to be conceited and stubborn whereas a type-A girl like Ha-mi is destined to be timid and obedient for the rest of her life. Thus it’s a bad match from the get-go if one believes in the blood-type theory. Even so, can these two vastly different people find love despite their apparent blood-type incompatibility?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Compatibility by blood type:&lt;/p&gt; A is most compatible with A and AB.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;AB is most compatible with AB, B, A and O.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B is most compatible with B and AB.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O is most compatible with O and AB. &lt;/p&gt;  If I am free enough to catch the show, then I will tell you if it is worth the ticket price! = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111738806311333499?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111738806311333499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111738806311333499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111738806311333499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111738806311333499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-boyfriend-is-type-b.html' title='My boyfriend is Type-B'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111712217078004221</id><published>2005-05-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:42:50.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all ugly duckling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are all ugly duckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;All our first love are ugly duckling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;But from then on, our future loves become graceful swans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; believe in promises, and all things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; seeks happiness, and realises that disappointment is a form of happiness in itself, because only with hope can you find disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is also happiness, for there is something for you to regret upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; seeks love, only to find out love takes on many forms. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon for the poor translation.&lt;br /&gt;Above is an extract from Zhang Xiao Xian book "我们都是丑小鸭"&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why she is such a popular author.&lt;br /&gt;Her words are philosophical indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111712217078004221?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111712217078004221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111712217078004221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111712217078004221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111712217078004221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-are-all-ugly-duckling.html' title='We are all ugly duckling'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111704164614986217</id><published>2005-05-26T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:36:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humans are funny creatures don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go left to go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go down to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go forward to go backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand a word what I am saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever pondered that every U Turn you are making is actually going forward to go backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever observe the behaviour when commuters during the morning and evening peak hours will travel in opposite direction just so they can snag a seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Kiasu A wish to go to the west side and lives in Tampines. So A goes to Pasir Ris in order to get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find such behaviour bordering on ridiculous and quite laughable. But it is your decision to exercise your rights I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna harbour a guess what is going down to go up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda behaviour is widely seen in shopping center during weekends and at corporate buildings during lunch hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because shoppers / office people wish to go up but are unable to squeeze into the lifts choose to go down to basements floors so that they will have a space when the lift travels up to the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT people just wait for their turn instead of trying to beat the system????&lt;br /&gt;Simply detest such behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A gracious Singapore society&lt;/span&gt;? My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;next lifetime&lt;/span&gt; perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111704164614986217?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111704164614986217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111704164614986217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111704164614986217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111704164614986217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/humans.html' title='Humans......'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111684589503209105</id><published>2005-05-23T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:09:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been five months into my attachment period. It has been a good period for me to recharge my batteries, a timeframe for me to regain my zest for life and get over the listless feelings over studying for another year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since a six months attachment is a long period, it has given me an opportunity to think about what to do for the remaining holidays which is still a month long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus I have decided to visits the nooks and corners of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Though she is indeed a very small island, there are many places that I have actually not been to and not many people know about such places. Maybe my blog will be a good place to introduce some of these places to visit on a weekend instead of cooping at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first stop? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Entrance fee is 50 cents for students only!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Greeted by nice scenery of still water once we go into the nature trails......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The buildings in the background is Johor, Msia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those people who are forever complaining that Spore has got no nice scenery. Think again and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;think hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we saw........ sunbathing monitor lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why you come and disturb meeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think the picture is too small? Hell. Lets go closer then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hiss....Hiss GET LOST ZEN. Shoo Shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After starting a fire and having a nice feast of lizard meat, (Burp~~) we proceeded to the the tallest tower within the Reserve to take another look at the scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A great place to view migratory birds during Sep to March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The place look a little dead because the migratory season was just over. What a pity. I heard accounts from friends that thousands of birds rest in the Reserve during the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun spotting some of the animals who are a little camera shy. (Like me. Bleah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha! Got ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Crab can climb tree. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better dun play play&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You need good eyesight and patience to spot them. Thanks Andy and Kiat for making my trip more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pond where the scenery is pretty good as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How deep is this pond? Hmmh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got pretty good photograpgy skills... NO? You sure???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; go to the prawn pond. It is mosquitoes infected. I think a few hundred generations have breeded successfully in the area without human intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A patch of Mangrove and it reminded me how it would have help lessen the impact of Tsunami on neighobouring countries had there not been so much destruction of Mother Nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/SBWR02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A place to shoot a local horror movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore still contains many areas worth exploring. Do take time to visit such places. If you have suggestions on other interesting places, do write in the comments box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111684589503209105?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111684589503209105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111684589503209105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111684589503209105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111684589503209105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/sungei-buloh-wetland-reserve.html' title='Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111659942092218577</id><published>2005-05-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T02:38:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister and I were eating in Yoshinoya today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered Teriyaki chicken and I ordered the beef value set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI: the beef value set only contains rice and beef strips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister asked: "How come your meal dun have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Veggie&lt;/span&gt; wan huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied: "There.. (pointing my finger at my beef strip in my bowl)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: "Where?? (peering hard into my bowl)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "There... (points at the same spot)."&lt;br /&gt;      "Cows eat grass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister:  -_- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. You better laugh l.e.h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111659942092218577?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111659942092218577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111659942092218577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111659942092218577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111659942092218577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/moo.html' title='Moo....'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111590676830165855</id><published>2005-05-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:06:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd most important person in the company</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunchtime joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told my colleagues that I was the 2nd most important person in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Naturally, someone mutter out, "Then who is the most important person in the company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I smiled wryly and shot back, "The rest of the staff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAUGH. You better LAUGH at my joke hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111590676830165855?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111590676830165855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111590676830165855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111590676830165855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111590676830165855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/2nd-most-important-person-in-company.html' title='2nd most important person in the company'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111564531292301893</id><published>2005-05-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:28:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah!</title><content type='html'>Today newspaper&lt;br /&gt;Monday May 9 2005&lt;br /&gt;Letter from Loh Fong Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A recent conversation with an ex-colleague left me with questions. This ex-colleague told me of his new subordinate who has a "captivating" dress sense and figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He described how unproductive she is but how she is forgiven as she is "still young". She is being trained to replace his "boring" if hardworking, personal assistance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to tell myself he is in the minority as a boss. So I was shocked when he told me the young lady was hired by another male superior. I cannot believe the whole hierarchy thinks in the same manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't this being unfair to the plain and boring but idustrious subordinate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of us come to this world without a chance to choose the shell we don for the rest of our lives. Can't we accept everyone as they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the REAL world Miss Loh.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111564531292301893?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111564531292301893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111564531292301893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111564531292301893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111564531292301893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/05/bleah.html' title='Bleah!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111484252434545489</id><published>2005-04-30T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:23:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many Petals to a Rose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the bored, you guys can try to solve the puzzle at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://crux.baker.edu/cdavis09/roses.html#background"&gt;&lt;span target="_blank"&gt;How many petals are there in the rose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me half an hour... what about you? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hint&lt;/span&gt;: No abstract maths needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111484252434545489?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111484252434545489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111484252434545489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111484252434545489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111484252434545489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-many-petals-to-rose.html' title='How many Petals to a Rose?'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111418774840009885</id><published>2005-04-22T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:56:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It cant get any worse - Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that all the human beings with two hands and two eyes in my company are attached. Even the lizards that reside in the corner of the storeroom are in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great, just great. What can be worse I was thinking to myself in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=topNews&amp;storyID=8211186" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;This - Reuters Blood Type B Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok to summarise the long story....... In Korea, (and slowly catching on in other countries) Blood type B guys are deem to be selfish and hot-headed, likely to be cads, mercurial, and make absolutely useless boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, this wasnt the case last time. Blood type B used to be described as "independent spirits with strong personalities". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tide has changed dramatically in the past years. A recent nationwide survey conducted vie internet in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt; thinks that Type B men were considered to be the most difficult type to date and about 40 percent of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; women said they did not want to marry a Type B man&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;%C#^%#*&amp;F*$*;^*R&amp;%$*^!U$&amp;amp;^% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One can only hope Son Ye Jin is the other 60% mentioned. No prize for guessing which blood group I am in....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is all a campaign aimed to slur the good name of Blood Type B guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eh I am very cham liao leh. Can dont throw stone while I am in the well anot - aka 'luo jin xia shi' )&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a myth. There is no scientific evidence to date that relates character to blood type. As least not yet.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blood Group B guys lets stand up and lets ourselves be counted! (But who will be so stupid to admit they are Type B now? Haa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other Blood types guys are said to have the following characteristic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blood Type A: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introverted perfectionists &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blood Type AB: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unpredictable, distant lot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blood Type O:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outgoing, expressive and passionate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111418774840009885?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111418774840009885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111418774840009885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111418774840009885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111418774840009885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-cant-get-any-worse-really.html' title='It cant get any worse - Really!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111400574000594241</id><published>2005-04-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:34:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I embedded Audio Files into my blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey everyone, in an attempt to spice things up my blog a little, I have embedded audio files into my blog! ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cool right? Been reading up on html recently... and would like to seriously try to revamp my blogskin if possible. That would require a far greater deal of effort and lots more self help books, but I guess with time on my side, it is certainly worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have a greater memory, I did say before at the start of the year that I wanted to pick up HTML. See I am those people who make good their &lt;a href="http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-resolutions.html" target="_blank"&gt;New Year Resolutions!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... till again.. and enjoy the mp3 by Valen Hsu - Bu Ai Wo, Fang Le Wo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One more thing, I notice not everyone is able to listen to the mp3 due to limited bandwidth. If you happen to drop by and reading this, drop me a comment whether you can or cannot listen to the mp3.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111400574000594241?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111400574000594241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111400574000594241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111400574000594241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111400574000594241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-embedded-audio-files-into-my-blog.html' title='I embedded Audio Files into my blog!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111376039582751025</id><published>2005-04-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T03:04:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was reading my friend's blog that day and decided to do a handwriting analysis at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/"&gt;&lt;span target="_blank"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.handwritingwizard.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; . After doing the test for 15 minutes, it generated a profile of me. (The profile has been edited to omit certain untruths and long sentences ha!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;******* The Analysis Starts Here ******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen has a healthy relationship in the past and is ready to leave the past behind and moving on to an exciting and enticing future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hur hur….. I thought this applies to everyone….. abit duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In reference to Zen's mental abilities, he has a very investigating and creating mind. He He is curious about many things and gets involved in many projects ……he must slow down and look at all the angles. &lt;strong&gt;He has the best of two kinds of minds&lt;/strong&gt;. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This website has just earn itself a loyal fan. A little bootlicking gets you very far. Yup, definitely works!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zen will be candid and direct when expressing his opinion. He will tell them what he thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want his opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackpot! Do ask me if you look better in yellow or red if you have already decided that you look better in yellow. I am not going to apologise if my answer is red.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zen will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. Zen believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zen uses judgment to make decisions. He is ruled by his head, not his heart. Some may see him as unemotional. &lt;strong&gt;He does have emotions but has no need to express them&lt;/strong&gt;. He is withdrawn into himself and enjoys being alone. If someone gets him mad enough to tell him off, he will not be sorry about it later. He is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a relationship, he will show his love by the things he does rather than by the things he says. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saying "I love you" is not a needed (daily I feel) routine&lt;/span&gt; because he feels his mate should already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I do indeed portray a front of non-emotion. Only people who are closer to me see my happier and crazier moments. People looking in from the outside only sees someone cold who doesnt (like to) smile. And yes I believe actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zen's true self-image is unreasonably low. Zen also has a fear that he might fail if he takes large risks. Therefore he resists setting his goals too high, risking failure. Zen is capable of accomplishing much more than he is presently achieving. Zen will stay in a bad situation much too long because he is afraid that if he makes a change, it might get worse. No matter how loud he speaks, look at his actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, I am a cautious fellow as all my friends will agree. And friends who know me for a very long time knew I was very ugly as a kid. The 'class geek' I was told when I was absent for the primary school gathering and they were gossiping about me. (maybe now still very ugly but hopefully not…. Bleah!) In short… this analysis paragraphs rings alot of truths.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you think my friends? Agree with the analysis? Care to leave a comment? Do try it yourself if you are free. Quite fun in my opinion. = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111376039582751025?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111376039582751025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111376039582751025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111376039582751025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111376039582751025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/04/revenge-of-nerds.html' title='Revenge of the Nerds'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111252497178317551</id><published>2005-04-03T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T03:00:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Declarations (Prologue - walking down memory lane)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey that gossip about this guy who declare his love for the gal he likes. You heard about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No. What is it about?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Take alook at this link."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I click on the link in MSN and immediately Windows Media Screen pop up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32% Buffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;67%Buffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100% Buffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"there is this guy who likes this gal very very much........... and he is shy.... and... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the guy stood up, flowers in hand, the words of the lecturer faded out of my senses.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the crowd raise to its feet, joyous appaulse fills the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cat whistles approving of his bravely as he ascends the steps of the stage with a bouquet of flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The crowd roared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The row in front of me stood up, cringing their necks for a better view whom the intended recipient of the flowers was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He stopped in front of &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The crowd grew silent for a moment before breaking into another loud round of applause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The flowers was still in his hands as they shared an embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rhythmic clapping of hands grew uneven and eventually broke into a crescendo of whistles, claps and cat calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amidst it all, I could hear nothing except the shattering of glass into shards, into a million pieces as she took the flowers from his hand with a grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The crowd cheered him on, edging him to take it further.&lt;br /&gt;They lock hands and bowed to the audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stood up and became part of the rowdy crowd momentarily, and left the sound of the loud cheers and bright stage lurking in my shadows.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mind jolted back to the screen in front of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The clip was finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I use the mouse and shifted the scroll bar back to to the point, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;back to where he walked with the flowers in hand.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wondering if someone among the lecture group walked down memory lane as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111252497178317551?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111252497178317551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111252497178317551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111252497178317551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111252497178317551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-declarations-prologue-walking.html' title='Love Declarations (Prologue - walking down memory lane)'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111243358360234776</id><published>2005-04-02T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:19:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Declaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The hottest gossip currently circulating in NUS. To summarise for those who didn’t know that happened (as lifted from Mr Brown site) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guy likes ger.&lt;br /&gt;Guy gets sporting lecturer to let him profess his love for her.&lt;br /&gt;Whole thing gets webcasted.&lt;br /&gt;Ger becomes famous (but less than enthused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapofcw.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-thoughts-i-think-that-i-should.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; about the attention and the psychos taking her picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapofcw.blogspot.com/2005/03/reactions-cute-girl-take-picture-some.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and even though of channging her blog address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://crapofcw.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-thought-of-changing-my-blog-address.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Guy probably hiding in some hole right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Decided not to post her blog address or her mirror sites up. Not sure how is that going to help, but I do feel sorry for her. She just receive the flowers that is all what. (She didn’t even want to shake the &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; hand if you happen to observe the video) The whole fallout is crazy, intrusive almost perverse. But it will blow with time I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People only want to know all the stick about the &lt;em&gt;ger&lt;/em&gt; while the &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; is largely being left alone. Wonders why the gender bias shown by society. This reminds me of the parallels between a certain Chu Mei Fong VCD scandal about 4 years ago and to the incident here. Any sociology major student care to explain? Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I end, my friend commented that if the &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; is really so head over hells in love with the &lt;em&gt;ger&lt;/em&gt;, he can put more effort into the slide. The stick figure looks "&lt;em&gt;primary schoolish standard&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Engine Fac very happening wan ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111243358360234776?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111243358360234776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111243358360234776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111243358360234776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111243358360234776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-declaration.html' title='Love Declaration'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111194028725526380</id><published>2005-03-28T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:18:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day in other countries</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That day I was watching "Zhong Yi Da Ge Da" on TV and they were discussing about how people celebrate Valentine in Korea and Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that Valentine Day was celebrated in the same manner throughout the whole world. Oh I couldnt be more wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, on the 14th of February, it is the females who will present a gift to the guys they are interested in. (&lt;em&gt;OMG! That is so helpful for singles like me!)&lt;/em&gt; After the guys know the intentions of the females, they have a month to ponder over whether anot to accept the female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the 14th of March, the guy will have to return a gift to the female. There are four choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)      Handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;2)      Soft candy&lt;br /&gt;3)      Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;4)      Hard candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The handkerchief represents non-interest and I suspect its intention is for the female to contain her tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft candy represents friendship and it is a subtle hint from the guy that things are better off being what they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biscuit represents a sort of a trail relationship a sort of “see how it goes” kinda intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard candy if you havent already guessed it, means the guy has officially accepted the female as his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t already see the trend, yes, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the item received, the more the guy is attracted to the female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Korea, a practice similar to that of Japan is in place. In addition to that, Korea has an additional festival at 14th of April where the females who have been rejected and guys who are single (or rejected) will have friend dumplings together to get over the unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, the Koreans are so smart. They are creating opportunities for the single guys and females to mix around, so dont grieve even when you receive a hanky for a gift. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might just meet that someone special while tucking in that bowl of fried dumplings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (effect of this implemenation in Spore will result in hundreds fold increase in the turnover of wanton mee!!!) SDU should take a leaf outta the book from our Korean and Japan counterparts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a guess what does 14th April represents in Japan after reading what I have written? I will leave the answer in the comment box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111194028725526380?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111194028725526380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111194028725526380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111194028725526380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111194028725526380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/03/valentine-day-in-other-countries.html' title='Valentine Day in other countries'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111072242434488072</id><published>2005-03-13T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:24:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into the crystal ball of Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, one of my travels brings me to XM, an advertising company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;XM logo, can never figure out why only 1 dot of the X is yellow while rest is grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess it is really cool to be working for a company that is quite reputable.&lt;br /&gt;Your office will be located in the high levels of the towers and man the view can be breathtaking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The white building (upper left) is the &lt;em&gt;New National Library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The view is truly something that one can die for. Hard to describe here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope the statement "a picture tells a thousand words" applies here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Notice how manificent view is spoiled by Esplanade (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XM is an advertising company that helps its clients comes out with exciting and creative web pages and adverts. Among its major clients include Nokia and Thai Airways. (if I am not mistaken) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being an advertising company that deals with web pages is completely COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because you can openly use MSN and nobody cares. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every single one of the staff here uses the program openly and nobody ticks them off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess it is an accepted practice within their company to communicate in such a manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Such comfortable cushions.... OMG.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, being in the creative lines means you have to give clients a good impression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notice alot of the office tables are decorated with unusual paintings and sculptures. (but I cant take photos cause of my professionalism in my job) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many brightly coloured chairs set aside as well, design to capture the attention of visitors / clients and also offers an avenue for colleagues to have informal discussions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their facilities are really top nought. There are presentation rooms, meeting rooms and informal meetings room. Plus a very elaborate pantry. Guess big company really does have its perks (in comparision to XXX company that I am slogging in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get seated in one of those chairs overlooking the breath taking views, meetings will be a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; completely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; different feeling I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I forget about the true nature of my visit, I was given the name of Ghost-Busters (talking about a &lt;em&gt;creative&lt;/em&gt; firm *roll eyes*) for my IAQ due to how some of my equipments look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till again guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://www.geocities.com/zenkok81/XM02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Supernatural beings on the loose? Far from it.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say that I know that my entries are getting shorted and the time taken to come up with a new ones takes longer. Been having OT recently plus alot of site traveling that makes me physically tired.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to take the opportunity to thank Piggy and ZZ for helping me to solve the prob of non-displaying photos.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! *flash a big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111072242434488072?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111072242434488072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111072242434488072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111072242434488072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111072242434488072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/03/look-into-crystal-ball-of-_111072242434488072.html' title='A look into the crystal ball of Zen'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-111001881420957904</id><published>2005-03-05T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T20:02:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A peep into a day of Zen's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I have never blog much about my current life right?&lt;br /&gt;Decides to disclose my life of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glamour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be publicly scrutinized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let you guys know what my IA life is about.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;835am: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rush to the office before anyone discovers that I am 5 mins late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signs my attendance sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;840am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quickly slide to the seat at my table unseen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heaves a sigh of relief as my ninja-like movement managed to deceive everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;850am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I switch on my computer and check email. (part of the acting busy rituals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My workplace of buzz....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;900am: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aroma of Nescafe Coffee fills my desk (my company very cheapskate only got Nescafe .....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Morning Kopi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;915am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supervisior informs me that I will be following him to take water samples at the various libraries all over Singapore. (glad at the chance to leaves my office &lt;em&gt;cell&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;930am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are off! Takes MRT to a Library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does necessary admin and head off to the cooling tower located at top of the building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pic of cooling tower (yah I know you cant be bothered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Move over Agent Mulder, Agent Zen is here is kick ass! &lt;strong&gt;(notice how sianz Agent Zen looks)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting my hand dirty (literally)...... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;help help...so er xin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1030am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally finishes the dirty job after risking my life getting infected from unknown bacteria and virus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; only to be informed by supervisior that there are another 6 more libraries to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1230am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Break for lunch at coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;Appetite is greatly enhanced after working hard for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Errr somehow this just reminds me of a medium done beef steak.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok maybe not such a good appetite...... after all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;130am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wills my unwilling body to go to Jurong Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum is numb (it rhymes!) after all the travelling.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds to take water sample from water fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/IMG_6268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/IMG_6268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who knows what hideous creatures lurk within the murky waters.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;230 - 500pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Same course of action is repeated again and again and again and again....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just using all my will power to move the clock hand to six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;530pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Send in all water samples to lab. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supervisior allows me to leave half an hour early from work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt; Off to enjoy myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think it is the first time my pics (albeit behind a mask) was found online.&lt;br /&gt;See no more secrecy. No more fantasies either! Ha ha. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-111001881420957904?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/111001881420957904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=111001881420957904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111001881420957904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/111001881420957904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/03/peep-into-day-of-zens-work.html' title='A peep into a day of Zen&apos;s work'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110940395049355340</id><published>2005-02-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:22:21.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate Men. They are filled with a nasty hormone call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Testosterone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Testosterone, a sexual hormone, causes Men to become lustful and horrible creatures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Whether I like FHM is besides the point) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sort of record was established on the 20th of Feb Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was (sashaying) down the pavement to my busstop, I heard a loud shrill &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wolf-whistle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, coming from behind me. Using my &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt; instincts (honed no doubt by my years in a boy school), my head quickly tilted in the direction where the potential &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chio-bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOWEVER, TO MY UTTER SURPRISE, THERE WASNT A SOUL IN SIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was only (sissified) me..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I managed to catch the sheepish look on the face of the construction worker seated at the back of the lorry and it dawned on me immediately that he was the culprit and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was the intended &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;%$&amp;* %$#@!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What on &lt;strong&gt;EARTH&lt;/strong&gt; was he thinking of ???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant they get it right before drooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you think I am making this all up, let me relate another account to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*GASP*&lt;/span&gt; I have also been sexually harassed at work!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I was doing my IAQ checks in a &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; office, there was this old man who came too close for comfort beside me. He then proceed to ask me what I was doing and how my instruments work. Being a professional on-the-ball intern staff, I patiently explained the queries to the best of my abilities. After which he gave my (sexy no doubt) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bums&lt;/span&gt; a slap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horrors of horrors. I have just been errr&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; violated!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like most females, I choose to be the silent sufferer and let him off the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sob Sob... I am now so traumatised that I have developed a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;phobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of small offices and of Men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* The entire stories above are &lt;em&gt;fictionious&lt;/em&gt;. Any resemblance to any person dead or living is purely coincidential. Any blatant lies or statements detected within the above two lines are to be ignored. Writer was said to be secretly pleased with the acknowledgement received on his sexy bums and walk. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/anzai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/anzai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A paedophile in disguise no doubt.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110940395049355340?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110940395049355340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110940395049355340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110940395049355340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110940395049355340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-men.html' title='I hate Men!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110900826909794010</id><published>2005-02-22T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:37:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roving eyes, hands and erm other body parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly realise that my entries are becoming a little non-characteristic of the name of my blog. Hence I have decided to draw a little more attention to the values of love of society. Hopefully this will get you started to ponder over some of the issues I highlight. Do leave comments if you have something to share ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Btw in totally unrelated circumstances, got friends commented that I was very mean in previous few entries. Well I say it is in the name of entertainment so just take it with a pinch of salt k? (actually I am secretly very happy that people are calling me mean cause I believe nice people finish last. Discuss that another time though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The article is a little long and if you dont wish to read it could jump straight to my comments at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;/p&gt;The Straits Times&lt;br /&gt;Life Pg 6&lt;br /&gt;Titled: When is a cheat not a cheat?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Fang (only extracts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have never cheated on my partner and that is not just because I havent been caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I is just that I've always been a firm believer in doing unto others as you would have others do unto you, and that what goes around comes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides the fact that a man is physiologically designed to have more than one partner in his lifetime to ensure the propagation of the species, the proverbial "seven year itch" of spouses and the growing social, and the financial and sexual independence of the modern woman have all been touted as reasons people are more likely to stray these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Infidelity for them happens usually begins when they meet someone new, but yet cant or wont let go of the partner they are already with, thus leading to actually cheating on the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moments of weakness, changing desires or just plain boredom with existing partners have all been citied as reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In some cases, this eventually leads to the ending of an old relationship and the beginning of a new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In others, it have created an uncomfortable situation that often involves guilt, suspicion, distrust and general unhappiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to believe that that we humans are able to find one person we can be with till we die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheating begins the moment someone decides that its unreasonable to be sexually committed to one person, and once that happens only the fear of being caught - or the unavailability of an attractive accomplish - is what prevents infidelity from actually happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indeed the issue that happens to bother most of them is whether mental and emotional intimacy without crossing of any physical boundaries actually constitutes cheating in a relationship. Some believe that the lack of physical intimacy with a third party absolves the of any guilt arising from straying affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I dont think so. After all its is not hard to imagine how the loss of shared affection and development of emotional bonds could wreck havoc on a couple and ultimately break them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acid test of doubts about cheating would be to imagine the tables being turned. If Imagining what their partners are doing makes them unhappy, then its probably a good indication of cheating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like the columnist, I also believe in the golden rule of "Dont do to others what you dont want others to do to you." If it hurts reversing the roles in a situation, then dont do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wished to highlight the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that there are indeed people who are in a relationship merely for the sake of being in one. They are constantly on the lookout of better and more suitable partners. I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very much against&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; such thinking and behaviour as my friends will testify. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mental cheating is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; as damaging as physical cheating. I am not referring to the occasional case of the roving eyes when a pretty gal walks past (come on guys are suppose to be hot blooded) but the constant toying of the idea of going after another more attractive female. (Issue of whether guys are superficial is besides present discussion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To me, a relationship is a strong commitment. I can accept it when things do not go as planned and two people eventually breakup, but to have the mentality of "upgrading" is morally wrong. Perhaps I am still living among the dinosaurs with conservative thinking like these, but if 24 years of singlehood didnt tempt me to come around to a new set of thinking, I think this mentality is set to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in 'the one'. There should be many 'one's out there. Some 'one' are more suitable than others , but if we are to spend our lives pursing better 'one' , where does this all leads us? When does it all ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the columnist, I hold hopes that a certain some 'one' is just round the corner to spend my life with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110900826909794010?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110900826909794010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110900826909794010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110900826909794010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110900826909794010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/roving-eyes-hands-and-erm-other-body.html' title='Roving eyes, hands and erm other body parts'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110856565905401476</id><published>2005-02-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:22:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTO 10 million Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who buy the 10 million TOTO are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Will reveal after the 10 million draw is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, don't say I never warn you &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wahahahahahahaha. The results were just as I expected. Let me reiterated my point again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*breathe in loudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEOPLE WHO BUY THE 10 MILLION TOTO ARE STUPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Disclaimer: unless you were the lucky 8 who strike the top prize or Singapore Pools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now why do I say so? Let examine the whole situation so you will not die grudgingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week draw was publicise as being 10 million. Let us first &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;verify the figures&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 8 Group One winners stand to win &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$1,256,955 each&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hell, that is ALOT of money I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So simple maths teaches me that $1.26 million x 8 people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;= &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 million Dollars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore Pools indeed stood to their promised prize money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I digressing? Apparently so right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is alot of money right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can do alot of things you ever wanted right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means you can quit your job / studies and rot forever and ever in some paradise island right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can make &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; all your dreams come true... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the above statements are correct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for one condition. They are eight winners not one! E-I-G-H-T winners! So one person only gets &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1.25 million&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now for the expected Q and A session which I know you all will blast me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#5 (Question 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q: 1.25 million is alot of money what. I still don't understand why you keep saying buying the 10 million dollars TOTO is stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: Ok. I will explain myself further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*gives a loud sigh and a dismissive wave of the hand to indicate the whole of mankind is very stupid* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last draw on the 14 Feb had a total prize money of only 4.6 million. However there were only three winners and each brought home &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.57 million&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Can you now see that these winners actually won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; money. &lt;strong&gt;Plus&lt;/strong&gt; they didn't spend half their lives queuing.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#12 (Question 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q: Why huh? I still don't understand why you say I am stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: *Gives an audible grunt follow by a loud smack to my forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant you mortals see that 10 million is just a very ingenious marketing gimmick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 million, 10 million... sounds like alot only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you really expect to win the entire 10 million???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodness me! I wont know to call you extremely stupid or optimistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#13 (Question 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q: Lidat means I very stupid meh? I beg to differ can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: You should be &lt;em&gt;begging&lt;/em&gt; for mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*slams the table in an impatient manner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me state another statistics so you will rest in peace. Compare to last week draw, ALL groups prizes money were greater in amount compare to the 10 million TOTO draw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might like to verify my claims at &lt;a href="http://www.singaporepools.com.sg/Lottery?page=toto"&gt;http://www.singaporepools.com.sg/Lottery?page=toto&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;#30 (Question 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But...... But.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: But I haven't finish yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So who do you think is the real winner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore Pools of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok lets make some simple calculations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The original prize money was 8 million and it was later increased to 10 million due to the over whelming response. Considering that Singapore Pools is a profit company like any other company, and assuming it only earns only a miserable 40 cents for each 50 cents TOTO ticket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 million TOTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tickets were sold! A &lt;strong&gt;mind boggling&lt;/strong&gt; figure indeed since Singapore has only a population of 5 million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It almost seem like every economically active person has bought a ticket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Stupidity spreads (or greediness whichever word you prefer) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It only means although the prize money was increased by two folds compared to the last draw. The number of TOTO tickets sold was probably increased by errrr ten or even twenty folds. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out your slice of the winnings even if you win will be dramatically smaller unless you happen to be the sole winner which by the way has never happen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#31 (Question 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q: You very smart meh? Surely you got buy TOTO also right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: NO. I will buy next week when you morons have cried your hearts out at losing this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I will win the entire prize money next week! Wahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#42 (Question 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q: I feel very stupid liao. Can you please stop insulting me and rubbing it in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: But I already warn you hor not to buy the TOTO! Hee hee. There is a hidden insult contained within the blog! Haha. The numbers besides the # sign of the question are the winning TOTO numbers. (Just to rub it in =P) If you spotted it, haha maybe you are not so stupid after all. Otherwise, muahhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so bo liao again! Wahahahahahahahaha.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh got so much money to gamble why not treat me to dinner? No wonder can't build casino else mayhem in the nation. (Notice the word 'sin' in casino!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/TOTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/TOTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;R.I.P 20 million TOTO tickets holders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110856565905401476?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110856565905401476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110856565905401476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110856565905401476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110856565905401476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/toto-10-million-draw.html' title='TOTO 10 million Draw'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110831595486402812</id><published>2005-02-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:34:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All your fault Cupid.</title><content type='html'>The Sunday Times Feb 13&lt;br /&gt;pg 10 Titled My bouquet is bigger than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to drop by to inform you that Monday is Valentine Day. As I was reading the papers, I came across this article and I realize how love can make people do foolish things. Rather than sharing the stupid things that I have done, I have smartly decided to preserve my image and point out how Valentine makes a fool out of (other) men (and women).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted:&lt;br /&gt;But there is no denying of stress. Florists tell of single and unattached women sending flowers to themselves and spending beyond $100 on red roses, tulips or lilies. But they are rare, says Ms Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old maids, we are not so stupid as not to be able to see past this lame trick, duh. I bet you are the day's topic of discussion in the pantry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who successfully pull the wool over other eyes, I would like to pose this question, if the others are convinced that you are attached when you are not, wont that make your future chances of getting hitched even slimmer?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALAS! Stupid people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted:&lt;br /&gt;My wife doesn't demand that I send her flowers to the office, but some of her colleagues boyfriend do, so I do the same. Better play safe and make her happy. Mr Kelvin Yeo,30 an advertising and promotions executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh, Mr Kelvin be smarter abit can? Haven't you realize that it is an egg and chicken situation? What you (and others) should be doing is to find out who is the one sending the flowers (and spoiling the market). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It could jolly well be a case of &lt;strong&gt;self giving flowers&lt;/strong&gt; like above mentioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it isn't, then have a good &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart to heart talk&lt;/span&gt; between 2 men and tell (threaten) him not to do it next year. A &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;whack or two&lt;/span&gt; on the head might help persuade him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If all else fails, ask (threaten) your girl friend/wife to transfer to another department. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;****************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love makes fool of men aye. How true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110831595486402812?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110831595486402812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110831595486402812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110831595486402812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110831595486402812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-your-fault-cupid.html' title='All your fault Cupid.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110805754875731474</id><published>2005-02-11T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T01:55:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random CNY musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A very Happy Chinese New Year to all my friends! Just wanna write a few lines during this festive period. Pardon the crap. It is New Year after all. = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No of times I was asked if I am in the army: Twice&lt;br /&gt;No of times I was asked if I got a girl friend: Twice&lt;br /&gt;No of times I was asked if I looked more like my father or mother: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWENTY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;No of times my relatives intelligence level increase by :&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIVE &lt;/span&gt;( twenty divided by four )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They learn very quickly not to repeat the first two questions after they had a taste of my combo movement of *shrug shoulders, roll eyes from left to right, hissing voice escaping from my throat, sheesh look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't know why I don't like the first 2 Q. I will provide the answers in the comment box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am $5 richer from gambling! The story could have been sooooooooo different had I went to my friend's house to 'try my luck'. From the last I heard, their ang baos were almost wiped out.... Bless me! I just avoided a calamity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*na mo all mi tuo fuo...... keep repeating till it fades for audio effects*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I witness the grilling my elders gave to my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; uncle who is in his mid thirties. . I think he is a very nice person, maybe a little horizontally challenged (yes pot calling the kettle black) but nevertheless a very nice person. (That is why I think nice people always finish last. *points at me and uncle* but I will explain why another time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IMAGINE the embarrassment in front of everyone! Let's just say it is traumatic enough witnessing it. I wont want to experience it....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gulp -_- " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is it Valentine next Monday and I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;date less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*It should not be a great deal since it is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;23rd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time ..wahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Font size applied according to words that I wish readers would miss out.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing in particular. I just didn't want to end at four. Back luck k... end with four. I still wanna carry on my winning roll wan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I so bo liao again! wahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110805754875731474?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110805754875731474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110805754875731474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110805754875731474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110805754875731474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/random-cny-musings.html' title='Random CNY musings'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110784628732260495</id><published>2005-02-08T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T15:26:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Gal Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been wanting to blog about this for sometime but the entry that I have written can never measure to the personal standard that I have set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is about my favourite movie – “ My Sassy Gal”. I am sure it is the favourite movie of many others as well. For those who haven’t seen it before, I strongly urge you to rent the VCD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/sassycover.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/sassycover.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VCD coverof the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A short briefing for those who have never watched the film before. It is a Korean movie released in 2001 starring Jeon Ji-Hyeon as the female lead and Cha Tae-Hyeon as Gyun Woo, the male lead. A wacky, romantic love story that will make you spill your sides laughing and make your heart wrench at the love that wasn’t allowed to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/jeon_ji_hyun09.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/jeon_ji_hyun09.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gyun Woo being bullied and enjoys it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what exactly is it that makes this my favourite movie? Besides the excellent plot and great acting skills from both lead casts, let me list down the 5 details that make this my favourite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The female lead always write scripts of the future and of time travel. She admits subconsciously that she is living in the past and hope that someone from the “future” can rescue her from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The scene in the taxi. This scene stood out even during the first time I watched the movie. Lots of people either didn’t feel anything special about this part or they can’t even remember this scene at all. I remember the guy lead saying “since the female lead emotional wounds are healing perhaps it is also time for him to bide farewell.” It touched a raw emotion within me. Sacrificial love. Have I just seen on the big screen a highest order of this form of love? Being there when it matters and not expecting any returns in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene at the top of the mountain. How the female lead cried her heart out at her inability to let go of her past love and silently acknowledging deep within herself that their present love is reaching an end and they will have to separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Notice her shaking fingers as she is crying. Excellent portrayal of her role*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time capsule scene. While it is not the idea of a time capsule that is touching, it was the expression of Gyun woo who understands and realize that it symbolize the end of the relationship and he wonders if the female lead will actually keep to her promise of returning on the agreed time. It was heart wrenching to know how inevitable the breakup was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending. It was so well crafted that I didn’t see it coming. How the twist at the end reveals that actually they were meant to be. It was a very sweet ending and one that still brings a warm fuzzy feeling whenever I view the MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next would be the easter egg (secrets revealed) of Sassy Gal Part 2! Watch this space! = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/jeon_ji_hyun14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/jeon_ji_hyun14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeon Ji Hyun asks what are you looking at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110784628732260495?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110784628732260495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110784628732260495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110784628732260495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110784628732260495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sassy-gal-part-1.html' title='My Sassy Gal Part 1'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110763596664131793</id><published>2005-02-06T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T04:39:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing a lost cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was having difficultly sleeping and so decided to read some of the stuff that I have written earlier. Then I came upon this piece of writing that I have written and which I particularly like because it carries a little moral to the end of the story. Decided to post it up to this blog to compensate for my long absence last week.&lt;br /&gt;(I was just lazy to blog something new lah.. you are right smartie-pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess some of your guys have read this before but its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave comments about what you think. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday June 27th 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today an interesting analogy came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were walking to a bus stop when the bus we were waiting for zoomed past us. Without a moment hesitation, one of my friends just went sprinting after the bus, while the other friend and I were thinking that we would not be able to catch the bus. In the end, persistency paid off and due to the efforts of my friend, the bus driver waited for all three of us to board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think chasing a bus that is a long way off translates to how a person reacts to chasing a lost cause in love. I was thinking of how silly I would appear if I would to sprint after the bus and I failed to board the bus. The other friend told me he didn’t bother to sprint because he is too passive. The friend who went after the bus said he felt warm and didn’t want to wait. (If you feel that this example and what I am saying so far is just pure rubbish pls avert your eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is roughly equivalent to our character, one who is passive, one who is overly concern with how others perceive oneself, and one who is simple and single track. Funny enough, it takes a bus to reveal that differences in character amplify themselves in our daily actions to the smallest details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110763596664131793?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110763596664131793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110763596664131793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110763596664131793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110763596664131793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/chasing-lost-cause.html' title='Chasing a lost cause'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110762724074149894</id><published>2005-02-04T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:54:36.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen and Work (they do co-exist ok!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok this blog entry is again overdue. I sincerely don’t think anyone was reading my blog since yah the counter don’t seem to be jumping madly. (In fact I am pretty certain &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of the hits registered by the counter is mine.) Since my friend has commented that it is high time that I write something.. well I have decided to write about my work since it is probably the most effortless topic of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I am surviving on my meager salary of 540 monthly. Did I just price myself out of the girls’ demand by making this revelation? Oh dear oh dear….. = ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do Indoor Air Quality (IAQ) assessment. This is usually done in indoor environment. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DUH...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) To the security guard / cleaning aunties and uncles / older staff / and whoever that don’t understand what on earth is Indoor Air Quality checks… by giving me a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look, I will go on to say… “errr I am here to check the aircon.” And i will be rewarded with a &lt;strong&gt;SIGN&lt;/strong&gt;. A &lt;strong&gt;SIGN &lt;/strong&gt;includes a nod of their heads; a loud “Ohhhhhhhh…..” ; a thumbs up; a shrug of the shoulder..... Humans ARE expressive creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Give that uncle / auntie a Tiger! -_- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting aspect of my job is that the client base of my company is mostly government buildings. And this has granted me access to alot of places that are usually out-of-bounds to the common people. So what you say? Eat your hearts out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to Changi Airport Control Tower! Haha even if got money also can’t go one ok???? Besides that, I have made my way into minister’s offices. How cool is that?? But I am too tired to blog about those encounters. My attachment report is due next week and I am a tweeny little stressed about the progress of my report. Till again! Talalalala….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/ye-jin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/ye-jin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Son Ye Jin gives me an adoring blur look when i explain that i am checking the IAQ of her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110762724074149894?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110762724074149894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110762724074149894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110762724074149894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110762724074149894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/02/zen-and-work-they-do-co-exist-ok_04.html' title='Zen and Work (they do co-exist ok!)'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110623130569708605</id><published>2005-01-20T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T04:11:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Some people never believed in this. This group of people thinks it is all crap. I on the other hand, do try and make New Year Resolutions because unlike the group mentioned, I try to make my New Year Resolutions work. It sort of gives me a focus on some of the things I will like to achieve for the current year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like long term goals usually so the period of one year is the longest period for me to base my resolutions on. Before I think about this year resolution, maybe let me review the resolutions that I made last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 was quite clearly one of the worst years as far as I can remember. Think one of the resolutions I made was to reduce the frequency that I am late whenever I am going to school or meeting my friends. As my friends can testify, this resolution was errr just empty talk. (lalalalalala I tried for a while eg like 7 days before I realize old habits die hard =p )&lt;br /&gt;Other resolutions include doing well for exam (unfulfilled), getting a gold for IPPT(I failed ): ) and I cant bear to go on any longer….. Sob Sob…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, there were bright spots among an otherwise gloomy year which is best forgotten. I pluck up the courage to try new stuff. Think it been some since I tried anything new. Activities such as learning Korean, Tennis, taking Arts module alone are some of the more significant things that I have tried. Other not-so-worthy-of-mention activities (but I will still mention anyway) are self cooking at home, dyeing my hair, giving tuition and starting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with a New Year, it represents a fresh start and a clean slate to begin anew! = ) So some of the resolutions for the New Year includes……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learning HTML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my starting of a new blog, I thought it would be useful to learn html. It has been my desire to learn this for quite some time and I will utilize my time during Attachment to pick up some skills and to engage in activities which I have always wanted to do but unable to find the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I suddenly remember that I and my friends had this BC website that has been largely ignored for a couple of years. Think the new HTML skill that i pick up here will be applicable in that website to refurnish it to its glory state of yester-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Trying to keep this blog active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize my writing skills have deteriorated some what over the years. Not to say that I was a good writer before, as least, I thought I wasn’t this poor. Time to dust off those rust from my brain and try to write intelligently, interestingly with a touch of humor and making use of satirical jokes even to get my points across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having a successful IA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sound vague and I have purposely worded it so. I am keen to pick up some relevant skills from my XXX company and to understand more about the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Knowing more about the major roads/expressway/buildings in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been someone with a very poor Sense Of Direction (SOD). My SOD is so poor till I might have difficultly remembering the path that I have taken say 15 minutes before. Some males claim that they don’t have to encode the direction which they have taken to mind, and it is a “mere instinct” in which they know which path to take. Apparently, I was born a freak and didn’t inherit this set of useful genes from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one interesting thing about me. I almost never ask for direction. 99.9% of the time. Just a personal thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To rectify some of my personal shortcomings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not manage to overcome my problem of not being punctual although I did state it as one of my major resolution for last year. This year, I have done likewise and made it a major resolution so hopefully wont just pay lip service to it. I do understand the frustrations of my friends when they have to wait for me so I am trying hard to think in their shoes and so errr urging myself to leave the house earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pass my IPPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a personal blemish on my record that I failed my IPPT. Maybe I was a little overconfident of accomplishing this “small” task considering that I was an athlete in my younger days. Apparently, what little fitness that I had over the years had deserted me without leaving me a note. I strive to reverse this personal blemish/humiliation by engaging in a healthier lifestyle of sports and diet. Silver will be my target for my IPPT in 2005. The $200 dollars will come in useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only think of six goals in the meantime. Will continue to add to them when something comes to mind anytime during the year. How about you? Any personal wishes for the year? May all your wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110623130569708605?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110623130569708605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110623130569708605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110623130569708605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110623130569708605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110649287282080066</id><published>2005-01-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:07:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Mist</title><content type='html'>Singapore has finally regained the Tiger Cup! YEAH! The Kallang roar was restored to the National Stadium one last time before the stadium is demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a match where the Lions raced to a 2-0 lead at half time, the Cup was ours even before the final whistle was blown. (Singapore would need to concede an unimaginable five goals in the second half alone to throw away the title due to the Lions having a 3-1 advantage in the first leg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we won a little too comfortably for there wasn’t any big hoo ha in the second half and at times, the crowds were actually a little quiet. Some fans didn’t even stay on to see the Lions lift the trophy on its home turf. But what the heck we won. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the fans have faithfully done their bit for the Lions in this all important match up; dutifully coming in red tee shirts; cheering for their fans from the first whistle till they had a hoarse voice; screaming (and cursing) at the referee and assistance referees whenever a decision went against Singapore; not raising to the bait when the Indonesia fans appear to taunt the home fans sitting nearest to them; most of the fans have behaved in a way that made me beam with pride. WELL DONE Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unusual sight in the afternoon when males and females from all ages, all walks of life were clad in red, making their way to the National Stadium from all over the island. Think this is possibly the only time that I have ever seen so many people dressed up in red tops. (nope not even National Day come close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what now after the Tiger Cup? Not to be complacent and continue the good work from here. The primary task after basking in glory will be to replace the older members of the team when they retires and continue to introduce budding talents into the national squad by using the local S-League as a development grounds. With the foreigner-citizenship program, any deficiency in the current squad should be adequately shored up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let hope that we take a step closer to Asian Cup success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110649287282080066?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110649287282080066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110649287282080066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110649287282080066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110649287282080066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/01/red-mist.html' title='The Red Mist'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110570085321444902</id><published>2005-01-14T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T12:05:59.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Incidents in Workplace – Acting busy (“.)</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that you can't be busy ALL the time in the office. Be it the 5 minutes before lunch break or the 15 minutes before you knock off, so everyone and I mean everyone ranging from the boss to the lowest in rank (which is me by the way) indulge in a show of acting busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it takes some experiences to tell someone who is really busy apart from someone who is acting busy. I am not ‘there’ yet… and unable to tell the imitation from the genuine product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I served as the office boy and was sent to pack the storeroom…. After heaving and shoving for two hours I return to my seat, tired and bored. That was when I started peering over my shoulder to the colleague who was sitting a stone throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let call him Mr B. (B stands for Bee actually since he always seem to have lunch 5 minutes after everyone else departs and talks louder whenever it is a business call and whispering when his wife or kids call… laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr B was picking up some remaining cardboard and proceeded to look for a pair to scissors to do some handicraft. Intrigued by what he was going to do, I proceeded to tilt my body in his direction and was watching earnestly what his master piece was. Perhaps I was observing him too openly cause he realize that I was looking at him after he proceeded to cut a tiny piece of cardboard from the big piece. He gave me a quick one second glance that spelt “you should be doing your work too. What are you looking at?” kinda look on his face. (Yes it is hard to imagine a facial expression of one second contains so much information but do exercise your powers of imagination. = ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that my voyeur attempt had failed, I quickly proceeded to do likewise which was to switch on my computer and started typing. It doesn’t really matter what you are typing actually. Nobody really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To prove my point, this entire entry was typed during work and I received no interruptions from my colleagues who all thought I was busy at work. And no, I don’t know what that small piece of cardboard was eventually used for. My guess is that it is probably used as to place cups on to prevent stains on the table. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick asks the company clerk to collect $10 from me. It appears that I was mistaken about the not paying part. I should have known better – “There is no such thing as a free lunch!” All I can pray for (weak pun intended) is for him to expand so thick around his waist so much so he can’t see his toes. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill you guys in next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110570085321444902?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110570085321444902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110570085321444902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110570085321444902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110570085321444902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/01/interesting-incidents-in-workplace.html' title='Interesting Incidents in Workplace – Acting busy (“.)'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110536999328465738</id><published>2005-01-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:13:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of Derrick</title><content type='html'>And for the sequel let welcome the “Return of Derrick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize I missed out on a very important thing. I forget to describe his appearance, which is extremely crucial for my audience, meaning you to forge a better understanding of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think he is in his mid forties, married with kids, and errr errrr with a pair of golden specs looking every inch like that secondary school that you dislike. (use your powers of imagination!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my second encounter with Derrick was better. (Since he treated me to some sumptuous dishes for lunch, I have decided to grant him the royal pardon and promoted him to the rank of Derrick, no more mean nick names for him. that is until he cross my path again…! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that one of the more senior staff of the company have been posted overseas and as the boss he is throwing a farewell dinner at a *drumrolls please* coffeeshop..! (very stingy but that is another story) for departing staff and others including me lowly intern staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway towards the end of the lunch, when everyone were more of less full, and the dishes on the table have only unremarkable remainders such as fish bones and bits and pieces of vegetables… Derrick spoiled his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;redemption&lt;/span&gt; by asking me &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to finish up the food. Thanks Derrick, I am an intern not your servent. Even my colleague besides me has to snuff out her giggles when it was pretty clear there wasn’t anything much left on the plates. I have to repeat myself twice to get my message across. He had the cheek to say something like “young man cannot eat huh?” after I rejected his &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; offer the first time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Derrick has a weekly meeting with the staff. Will update you again when I go through the next stage of hell – the weekly meeting with Derrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110536999328465738?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110536999328465738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110536999328465738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110536999328465738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110536999328465738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/01/return-of-derrick.html' title='Return of Derrick'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110494677526503877</id><published>2005-01-06T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:45:11.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me myself and Derrick</title><content type='html'>This entry is a little overdue but well as some say “better late then never”. This is regarding my stay in XXX company. (name changed to protected innocent parties involved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work procedures were more or less what I expected. I reported at the main HQ at 830 and subsequently briefing revealed that my actual working place is at Serangoon which was something I was secretly hoping since it is nearer my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured out how to go to my new office and managed to find it after some navigation. I reach the office one hour before lunch time and was just in time to receive a brief lecture on my job scope before I was interviewed by the big boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything went according to plan or was it?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transcript of the interview with Mr De-prick (names aptly changed to protect the innocent).&lt;br /&gt;Words in italics represent my inner thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: So you are the new guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. &lt;em&gt;(Duh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: So what do you wish to obtain at the end of your stay here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pick up some relevant work experience and learn some skills and blah blah blah for quite some time……. &lt;em&gt;(so predictable….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: What do you do during your weekends with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(abit stun at the question…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Errrr…. I ….. sometimes watch soccer with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(What does he want to know???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: What sort of books do you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(stun again….. is this some beauty contest???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Errr….. Besides textbooks… (my feeble attempts at a joke… he didn’t laugh) I read mostly mystery and thriller novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am already quite puzzled and surprised at my treatment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: Are you a ‘A’s students? Scholar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No (softly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: Which JC did you come from then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tampines JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am now puzzled, surprised and felt a tweeny little bit insulted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: Do you view porn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (totally stun into silence)&lt;br /&gt;….??.....?????.......????????......????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(did my ears hear wrongly….. and yes my dear friends you never read wrongly as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: Did you ever stumble into porn sites while surfing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; (OHhhhhhhhhhhh that was what he meant lah…. Duh. English so lousy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Errr yes sometimes you will accidentally click onto those sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: So who teach you morals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That is none of your business you fat piece of lard. You deserve the bloody nick that I gave you De-PRICK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: MY PARENTS! (raising my voice to show my defiance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: (speaking in a much softer voice now that he knows he has agitated me)&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I just wish you to know that you are not suppose to break the company rules, be punctual for work, do not be absent without notice or reason and……blah blah and ……blah blah and &lt;em&gt;(on and on he goes like a Duracell rabbit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I will bear that in mind. &lt;em&gt;(Hello, I am 23 not 13….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: Do you know what are the two secrets to being successful?&lt;br /&gt;Free of charge ? (laughs at his own joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-" I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick is apparently in the mood for more crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-prick: They are (drum rolls please)&lt;br /&gt;1. the people you mixed around and&lt;br /&gt;2. the books you read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhhhhhhhh &lt;em&gt;(he is so bloody stupid he didn’t know it was in a sarcastic tone and he smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;thinking that I have suddenly become enlightened and an aura of golden light was hovering&lt;br /&gt;above my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clock strikes 1230… time for lunch break and I was finally SAVED and spared from answering more pagent questions and revealing more of my tastes for movies, females and fashion and other what not that he might possibly want to know from me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me the rest of the day passed in peace asking me to do mundane tasks such as taking photos. It is late. Time to fill you in another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110494677526503877?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110494677526503877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110494677526503877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110494677526503877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110494677526503877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-myself-and-derrick.html' title='Me myself and Derrick'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110426108095160647</id><published>2004-12-29T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T03:11:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Death becomes a statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After an earthquake that measure 9.0 on the Richter scale that shook Indonesia on Boxing Day, gigantic tidal waves called tsunamis claimed many more lives in the aftermath of the disaster. Mounting death tolls were reported in Sri Lanka, India, Indonesia and Thailand. The current total death tolls stands at more than 40000 and even as I type, more grim news are filtering in from many inaccessible areas where communication are destroy by this sudden fury unleash by Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe as one of the worst natural disaster faced by mankind can’t be an understatement. With millions made homeless and expected casualties to be as high as 50000, it certainly brings a certain gloom to the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of news snippets of the natural disaster, I just wish to express some personal feelings about this event. When the 9 year old Huang Na was brutally murdered, thousands of people wept at her wake. However this time round, Singaporeans reactions were rather muted in response. It is indeed quite strange when you probe deeper. A death of a single child has left a far greater mark then a large scale disaster. (Powers of the media to sensationalise news) The number of death reported over the news was almost regarded as a mere statistics and one seems to be numbed by the event which took place outside the country boundary. The man in the streets don’t seem to be exactly affected by this disaster despite its magnitude and the close vicinity where it has left its mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are very generous when it comes to giving out money as shown by numerous calls received when it comes to fund raising events for NKF (National Kidney Foundation) and other charity groups when funding are short. (This caused a furore lately when NKF revealed they had reserves which could last for 3 years of funding but that is another story) But when it comes to feelings of empathy and sympathy, I do feel as a nation we are lacking in these two humane values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected the various charity organisation such as Red Cross will be organising donation drive to help the victims in the next few days. Perhaps, due to the fact than most of us have never been thorough any natural disaster of any scale (even a nation wide 5 hours blackout being a big hoo ha) , most of us will never imagine the suffering of these victims. While aid are given out plentifully, I wonder aloud if the hearts of Singaporean match their generosity of their gifts? Perhaps it is time, we sit back and realise how fortunate we are to be alive and many of our problems actually pale in comparison to life and death issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this chapter ends with minimal further suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110426108095160647?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110426108095160647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110426108095160647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110426108095160647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110426108095160647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-death-becomes-statistics.html' title='When Death becomes a statistics'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110336742864107264</id><published>2004-12-18T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:38:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amended lyrics to a song I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/640/lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/2701/400/lyrics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amended lyrics of Eason Chan song &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This took several days, and I can’t say I am absolutely happy with the final result. Well, I would say it is a decent effort since it is my first “complete” attempt at writing in mandarin (others which were abandon halfway), which is not exactly my preferred language of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to do something different for a change in the holidays and I am glad I tried to do it. Why such a lyrics you might ask? Well the original lyrics strike a chord with me and I attempted to change it in order to affiliate more with the emotions portray by the song I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics were amended from the Eason Chan song of “Ji Mo Rang Ni Geng Kuai Le” or“寂寞让你更快乐”. I guess I didn’t really change very much of the original, leaving half of it intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the inspirations of the amendment were from my experiences, others from friends around me. I wanted to convey the feelings of a guy who cares for the female he likes even though she does not reciprocate the feelings in return. In order not to ruin the friendship between the two parties, he agrees to appear contented in the public eye and would only show his true emotions to himself. He plays the role of a friend, a brother, or simply a listening ear to suit the female who treasures the friendship too. However, he knows that being just a friend, he is unable to be there all the time for her, since his role does not allow the capacity for him to do so. He also feels the hurt whenever he recalls the happy memories spent together, and wonders if he will be better off without meeting her in the first place. (slightly bitter emotions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the above explanation clears up some of the doubts that were inadequately expressed from the lyrics. I enjoyed the process of writing the lyrics. I hope that you will like reading it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110336742864107264?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110336742864107264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110336742864107264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110336742864107264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110336742864107264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2004/12/amended-lyrics-to-song-i-like.html' title='Amended lyrics to a song I like'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9535541.post-110260246882013288</id><published>2004-12-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:15:56.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to understand females (Part I and II)</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading up on this book on “How to understand a female?” Just thought to share it with you guys. Some the points raised are actually quite interesting. You may or may not agree with everything that is written but hey to those non-believers, just treat it as entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to understand a female.&lt;br /&gt;(Pg 1 to Pg 20)&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Females believe that it is fate and destiny should a guy share similar interests or traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar traits could include “insignificant” matters such as having the same birthday, living in the same area or even sharing the same starting letters of a Christian name, or having the same initials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should guys want to impress females, they can try as suggested by the book, to find a similar trait to subtlety hint to the female, to prompt her to think that you are a gift from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Females feel that guys understand them very well should they be able to point out their merits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those who praise a female figure in day one, her legs in day two, and her eyes in day three, the initial feelings of happiness by the female will be quickly overtaken by suspicions of lying. (Come on, they are not THAT stupid :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct strategy to employ in this case is to truly understand her merits and praise those strengths using different descriptions and methods. Thus, achieving the aim of females thinking that you understand them very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Females are impressed by guys who take note of their finer details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author shared a story of a classmate whom he never meets for 10 odd years and him calling out to her in the streets. She was filled with pleasant surprise and received him warmly. Girls tend to think of males as being forgetful and careless with details. As such, guys who indeed make the effort to remember the finer details of a female gives the impression that you are very concerned about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Should a guy want a female to talk and reveal more about her attitude towards love and sex, he should link the questions to everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author as a note insisted even in this modern society, discussion of sex is still taboo among the females. Should males be able to link the questions to some relevance to the lives of the females, he is more likely to get a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a date when both parties wish that the time spent together should be longer, it is probably time to bide farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To a female, it is not the total time spent together but the numbers of times both of you meet up that is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author mention that although it is understandable that a guy is eager to spend more time with his date especially since he spends lots of effort in making it possible, however it might not be a good thing to drag the date longer than it should be. Females being more insecure in nature, will be more tense up and will not “open up” that easily and as the meeting drags longer, she will feel tired and will be more likely to commit actions (such as doing something unladylike, or saying words that she didn’t mean) and making her regret later and have bad memories of the date itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, should the date be kept short and the female upon realizing how serious the male is trying to make the date as interesting as possible, will be thrilled and harbour positive feelings for the next date before she gets tired of the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Females are more impressed with a guy manner of speech rather than the content of the speech itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A female judge a male more on the whole than to focus on specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, a female when praising a guy would not just stop at saying “he is a nice person” but would go on to describe how nice the guy is by giving certain examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females are more captivated by how passionate or serious a guy is when he is speaking than the contents of the speech itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that you guys have come across instances where females burst out laughing or giggling when someone is giving a speech while the guys are wondering what the joke was about. This is because the females probably found some hand movement or manners of the speaker to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, for guys who seem to have a problem sustaining a meaningful conversation with females, it might be wise to invest some effort to making some purposeful hand gestures or eye contact. This will enable the female to be impressed with how serious you are while speaking drawing attention away from the contents of your speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Females would be impressed with guys who mention about the difficultly of doing mundane daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females are often relegated to the role of doubling up as a personal assistance in the course of work. It is not unusual to see that the person serving coffee to the boss and filling teacups in a meeting is a female. However, females do not like this role that they are playing and would interpret themselves as being “useless”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the role that a wife plays at home such as doing horse hold chores are interpreted as “useless” to them. Should a guy be able to mention once in a while, “It is difficult isn’t it doing these chores? “, or chipping in to help in would impress upon the female that the guy understand the role she is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sharing a common goal with a female is the first step to winning her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author share a story where an elderly man fainted in the streets and both a male and female who were strangers to each other stopped to help. Because of them were intent in rescuing the man, they had a common goal and in the midst of helping the man, they understood each other better, and got married eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another typical example would be the boss ending up together with the secretary for the same reasons because of the common goals they are striving for daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For guys who can’t seem to get the females they like to ‘open up’ can try as the book suggest to seek a common goal with the female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Females are more eager to talk should guys pose open ended questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys should avoiding asking questions where a simple yes or no answer would suffice. In order to sustain a conversation, guys should be asking more of “where, why, how, who, whether” kind of questions. This would prevent the awkward silence in a conversation from occurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A male while listening to a female speaking should display body language that you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author mentions that females are still being belittle in today society and they are constantly striving for equal status in modern society. Hence, if males display body language to show that they are keenly listening (eg placing of hand on temple, slight nod of the head) and replying when appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However be warned that you should not slip into a model of predictable pattern while listening or else it could be interpret that you are merely being too embarrassed to ask her to stop talking about her own troubles and you are being forced to listen. Worse of all is to display a “sianz” look on your face. Try and vary your responses to let her know you are paying earnest attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;So it isn't true to say that guys are not paying attention! We do! Hope the following points were useful, and seeya again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9535541-110260246882013288?l=zenisasnag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/feeds/110260246882013288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9535541&amp;postID=110260246882013288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110260246882013288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9535541/posts/default/110260246882013288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenisasnag.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-to-understand-females-part-i-and.html' title='How to understand females (Part I and II)'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16117836943352721289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
