<?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-8397568</id><updated>2011-09-22T12:00:02.411+08:00</updated><category term='investments'/><category term='loans'/><category term='financial stuffs'/><title type='text'>.:: Life doesn't always go your way. If it does, Life would be too boring ::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-1314871132687712333</id><published>2009-02-06T16:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:53:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Applications</title><content type='html'>Ok, Hello to all again. FYP period = Boring Period. Anyway, for those of you who keep asking what are my choices for Uni, here it goes. But then again, chances are tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6GyAoCbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v_mjPSQ10Dc/s1600-h/SMU+App.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604380942076338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6GyAoCbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v_mjPSQ10Dc/s320/SMU+App.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6ELCU2pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2GPczScOEYM/s1600-h/SMU+Stat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604336120486546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6ELCU2pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2GPczScOEYM/s320/SMU+Stat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6BOdlNxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WTOh8qPEBCc/s1600-h/NUS+course.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604285500503826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6BOdlNxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WTOh8qPEBCc/s320/NUS+course.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv5-wDqUHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Smmd7kGCr9U/s1600-h/NUS+status.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604242978984050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv5-wDqUHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Smmd7kGCr9U/s320/NUS+status.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv57SUp9GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FDDvgu7OmrE/s1600-h/NTU+course.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604183457592418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv57SUp9GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FDDvgu7OmrE/s320/NTU+course.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv51nd8FNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CCPJbtNJpCo/s1600-h/NTU+choice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604086054458578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv51nd8FNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CCPJbtNJpCo/s320/NTU+choice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8397568-1314871132687712333?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1314871132687712333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1314871132687712333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1314871132687712333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1314871132687712333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2009/02/uni-applications.html' title='Uni Applications'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SYv6GyAoCbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v_mjPSQ10Dc/s72-c/SMU+App.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-7333976843680227372</id><published>2009-01-15T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:26:45.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No particular topic</title><content type='html'>No specific objectives for this entry nor any specific title. I am just writing aimlessly; just like what I am doing now. Yes, I know I am supposedly to be doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; now. But come on, it's MARKETING! I have my time scheduled out and of course, and as usual, I am ahead of schedule. So what is there to worry? I am left with E-Case development. I think the E-Case is interesting, because it not only surrounds Marketing, but also human psychology! =D Positioning: The battle for your mind; how to be seen and heard in a crowded marketplace. The concepts inside this book are real good and they also provide examples or case &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scenarios&lt;/span&gt;. I am done reviewing the book and for the E-Case, I am to summarize the concepts and relate to theories taught during the coursework. Also, I am to analyse a business and relate theories and concepts in the book to the latter. How interesting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January: NUS had it's undergraduate seminar. They sent a letter to students informing them; I was in Suzhou - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FYPing&lt;/span&gt;! A string of "interesting" events at NUS. Firstly, went to the Faculty of Science talk. Incredible! 97 Poly students were admitted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FoS&lt;/span&gt; in 2008! So what's the total enrolment? A neat 1200! &lt;em&gt;*I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/em&gt; Best part - they had the University Scholars Program. Then, there was this GIRL who came up to us and started promoting the USP and NUS. THEN, she asked me, "Are you from Tao Nan?" =/ This world is indeed&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SMALL&lt;/span&gt;! Apparently, we were from the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;, same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cohort&lt;/span&gt;! -_-''' Nice one huh... So I went to check my yearbook after she gave me her name. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, great. There she was! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... The next thing was I realised my friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; knows her and is in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cohort&lt;/span&gt; as her too! I was totaled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never say Singapore is too big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th January: my blog was discovered, and so was the Forex part. I did the Foreign Exchange coverage once before I went to Australia. My predictions for the AUD were ACCURATE, ok? haha. If you look back, I did a prediction for a 3 month period and it really went to that rate. Of course, my coverage did not extend to Sep 08. Now, that was also when the AUD went rocket high and took a free-fall when US fell victim to the Credit cunch. So why did I mention that I was discovered? .... .... I was supposed to be in school that morning at the International Programs Office when I saw Mr Richard. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You making a lot of money hor?"&lt;/span&gt; And I was like, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"huh?!"&lt;/span&gt; He added, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Your blog..."&lt;/span&gt;, Me: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"ok... haha"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*i was thinking - omg. cover got blown!*&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, that was about it la. How often do you see a &lt;strong&gt;LIFE SCIENCE STUDENT&lt;/strong&gt; being so interested in Investments and Financial Instruments? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th January: I was supposedly to be doing my FYP, E-Case development. BUT, I was also logged on to SGX. =/ Frankly, buying into stocks can be quite risky if not enough homework have been done. But here again, who preempted the stupid sub-prime crisis? Total value of Investments droped 66% over the past year! I am so pissed! Now, is to hold and wait for a market recovery which could possibly happen in 3 to 5 years... FOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I doing on SGX while doing my E-Case? haha... I was looking for some quick moving counters that I had 80% confidence in. Some contra activities, people! That's basically selling off outstanding positions before they were due. Neat! 2 hours earned my mum SGD350 (after deducting all the misc charges)... Well, this does not happen everytime. It's basically luck and some market movements observations. That was for Keppel Corporation. Next one I am eyeing is DBS Bank. Past 5 year graphs reflected a lowest of SGD8 per share. Now, its SGD8.09. Theoretically, it should be safe to go in since the share is at it's support line. BUT, it's still early to say. US Trade deficit is hitting history's highest, more bailouts from the Fed, etc. Can't really predict much in this highly volatile environment. Another is Singapore Petroleum (SPC). Now trading at a third of its actual trading value. Great buy, definitely. But must be prepared to hold. Oil prices and demands are very low now, but SPC has diversified business to sustain it's growth. As the saying goes, what goes up must come down, vice versa. It is only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am also looking at Australian dollar and New Zealand dollar Fixed deposits. Previously, both high-yielding currencies had interest rates of 6 to 8% p.a. The rates now are low, but I guess, still not low enough to enter. There is a difference if one buys hard currencies and sells them off at a higher price and one who buys into ForEx using the bank's Foreign Currency Fixed Deposits (FCFD). Interest rates now lie at a low 3.5% on average, and it would still decline if both currencies depreciates. Well, AU and NZ are highly dependent on commodities and trade exports. World slows, they slow. So I am just waiting again. I have seen statistics of 20 year ForEx rates from the governements and IF AUD and NZD drops to lowest of 0.90 and 0.68 respectively, I am IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am looking at now or my objectives now is not only Capital preservation but also seek regular income from Unit Trusts and Structured Deposits. However, both are non-performers now. I would recommend, if you want to go into SD, might as well go and put your savings into Maybank's iSavvy account which earns up to 1.38% p.a. It is infact better even though most SD now offers up to 1.8%p.a. At least, your investments are not frozen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all for the investments part. Next is my uni application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask, why am I doing so much of active investments? Well, if you understand inflation and currency depreciation, you would understand my actions. I have to save for my University fees and my misc. spending. As it is, I am not a big spender and a tight controller of my own finances. I have to plan for rainy days, and in the event I do not make it to local universities, I have contingencies to go overseas! Anyway, I submitted for application to SMU and come Feb, to NUS and NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS: Business Admin (Accounting), Business Admin, Economics, Political Science, BSc Biology&lt;br /&gt;NTU: Accounting, Business Mgmt, Economics, Biological Sciences, Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still seeking opinions on whether to put Business Mgmt or Accounting as first choice. And, I also don't know if I even stand a chance in securing a place with them. But, instead of worrying, might as well just submit and wait for the results. There are SO many people who's GPA are way higher than mine. zzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's enough for now... Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-7333976843680227372?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7333976843680227372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=7333976843680227372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7333976843680227372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7333976843680227372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-particular-topic.html' title='No particular topic'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-8228039454794073115</id><published>2008-12-30T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:53:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Update since I arrived in China</title><content type='html'>As the saying goes, "因果报应； 不是不报，只是时辰未到."&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I can be quite ruthless and not have mercy on people who take advantage of situations and people who are unscrupulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ALWAYS stood by my principles. That is, for whatever gratitude I receive, I will repay in someway or other, sometime, some place. But even so, I still believe that there should be a boundary to how much I can repay. Let's say, if there is no end to repayment of gratitude, then won't an individual start taking advantage of situations? Well, this is already happening in today's life. I have already experienced these kind of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just a classic example. And what happened the other day is another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; that I have seen and experienced since secondary school till poly, my immersion programs to the U.S, University of New South Wales, Suzhou Industrial Park and during my course of work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt; group. All that politicking and rough tides in life only made me stronger, mentally. Situations and calamities that I have never encountered before - I seem to be able to resolve it quite easily now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtracking, that 2 girls from my school finally reap what they sowed. They have always been ripping off the hard work people put in, and always taking advantage of people. Since junior year, all the lab reports, projects and other assignments are either copied, or no effort put in at all group projects. One thing that they did not probably realise is that they are infamous in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SBM&lt;/span&gt;. When Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;, lecturer from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SBM&lt;/span&gt;, brought his students to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SIPIVT&lt;/span&gt;, he has actually forewarned both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; Wong and his own students to be wary of them. I was from the same class when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SCL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SBM&lt;/span&gt; did a merger for a Business module; and I have seen their "capabilities" and uproar they caused. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can affirmatively say that they are being ostracised for their uniqueness in backstabbing and taking advantage of people and situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pity that they landed themselves in such a situation today. Despite all the years in poly, all they gained was probably the GPA, and that's that. They have almost ZERO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EQ&lt;/span&gt; and perhaps their IQ can make it. The story goes... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the start of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SIPIVT&lt;/span&gt;, we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-briefing session. Then, I made the right move of excusing myself from the briefing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;IFF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IFF&lt;/span&gt; is an international company based in the United States and they have regional offices worldwide. I did a company study on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;IFF&lt;/span&gt; before deciding if I should help those people in their project. I decided not to, even though it would look good on my Resume that I worked with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;IFF&lt;/span&gt; for marketing. I know, if I performed well in the study, I could probably rely on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;IFF&lt;/span&gt; in my career. However, the underlying reason lies with the both of them. I know how they function and how they work; they probably would just not do anything and of course, I am not one who is so irresponsible as not to complete the assignment with QUALITY and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CONSCIENTIOUSNESS&lt;/span&gt;! Thus, I chose to give up a golden egg that is lying in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people are required to complete House surveys and survey forms. I remembered crystal clearly that they boasted that they will and able to finish all in the first 2 weeks of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;. But look now? They cannot even complete 50% of what was expected! They spoke of how easy it was, how they could plan their schedules out, etc. Instead of completing the surveys themselves, they passed on the forms to their buddies and ask them to pass it on AGAIN. And House Visits, they depended so entirely on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; Wong instead of diligently looking for houses themselves. And look at what happen now? No one wants to lend them a hand, no body bothers to lift a finger at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I will always remember, "Do not take things for granted; and, for everything that I do, always have contingencies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8228039454794073115?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8228039454794073115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8228039454794073115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8228039454794073115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8228039454794073115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-update-since-i-arrived-in-china.html' title='First Update since I arrived in China'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-3675500457567091880</id><published>2008-12-10T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:00:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overseas again</title><content type='html'>Hey! I am into my final lap of traveling overseas; and so is my final lap of polytechnic education. I am currently in Suzhou, China, just one week after returning from Sydney, Australia. Seriously, I am thankful to NYP or SCL for whatever opportunities they have presented me with. First was to University of Dayton, USA, then University of NSW, Sydney and now at Suzhou Industrial Park Institute of Vocational Technology. The best thing that happened is all these travels actually happened in the second half of 2008. In another words, out of 6 months, I clocked in about 4.5 months overseas. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Australian and U.S cultures. They aren't like hypocrites. They enjoy the freedom of speech and thoughts, though politically correct. They will tell people if they are doing the wrong things, and will tell them off if they refuse to listen or act dumb, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughout the trip to U.S.A, I made good friends, friends till date. They might be younger, sec4, but what they have is the mature mind (comparing to now!). To Sydney, I made friends that one would never expect; the PhD students, Post-Docs, Honours students, etc... In China, I think I would retract my words. The people here are very friendly, very nice and hmmm... Be here to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my trips overseas, I have met many different people, experienced different cultures, lifestyles and attitudes. I can safely say, and affirmatively, this is the worst one. Why? First, look at who is with us. I ain't referring to SEG people or the China students; and if you haven't get what I mean, bang your head on the wall! First, some people want to act like royalties, always bitching around, etc. Totally unbearable. For one, I cannot stand people who act cute or act blur just to attract attention. You could say, I am one who tolerates no nonsense when it ain't time for shit work. If you are genuinely innocent, and unclear about things, ASK! Don't act cute and make that kind of voice that is enough to break the surrounding glasses! zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T EXPECT THINGS TO BE DONE BY ITSELF WITHOUT YOU LIFTING A FINGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-3675500457567091880?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3675500457567091880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=3675500457567091880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3675500457567091880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3675500457567091880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/12/overseas-again.html' title='Overseas again'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-8728543353416008108</id><published>2008-11-20T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:26:11.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBTI Personality  Questionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should I answer "Reflective Questions"? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="heading_bar" style="margin-top: 2px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(163, 181, 219); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; background-color: rgb(59, 89, 152); height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="module_heading" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; float: left; color: white; font-size: 12px; margin-left: 3px; "&gt;The Big Five Personality Questionnaire&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="interact_wrapper" style="z-index: 10; position: relative; float: right; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" class="menu_heading" clicktotoggle="ctt_big5" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();FBML.clickToToggle(&amp;quot;app2490151219_ctt_big5&amp;quot;);return false;" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 19px; color: white; font-size: 12px; display: block; background-image: url(http://www.mypersonality.dreamhosters.com/personality/images/open_menu.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 1px 0%; "&gt;More Options&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="menu_wrapper_relative" style="position: relative; z-index: 10; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width="600px" align="center" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-bottom-color: black; border-left-color: black; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th width="140px"&gt;Trait&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th width="320px"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; float: left; width: 37px; text-align: left; "&gt;0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; float: left; width: 75px; text-align: center; "&gt;25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; float: left; width: 75px; text-align: center; "&gt;50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; float: left; width: 75px; text-align: center; "&gt;75&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; float: left; width: 42px; text-align: right; "&gt;100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th width="140px"&gt;Raw Percentage&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/about_the_big_five.php#openness" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Openness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: blue; width: 219px; height: 20px; color: blue; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;73%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/about_the_big_five.php#conscientiousness" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: green; width: 240px; height: 20px; color: green; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/about_the_big_five.php#extraversion" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red; width: 240px; height: 20px; color: red; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/about_the_big_five.php#agreeableness" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: orange; width: 144px; height: 20px; color: orange; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;48%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/about_the_big_five.php#neuroticism" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: purple; width: 132px; height: 20px; color: purple; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;44%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="650px" align="center" style="border-top-width: medium; border-right-width: medium; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; padding-top: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Last updated on: 20 November 2008 (&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/update_personality.php" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Update Now&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Answered 100/100 questions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Trait Explanations&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;In order to interpret your raw percentages, they were compared to the first 350,000 people to complete the full MyPersonality Big Five questionnaire. This allows the way that you described yourself to be put in the context of how other people respond to the questionnaire. You should remember that there are no fundamentally good or bad personalities, as each trait description has potential advantages and disadvantages. To help you reflect on these, you have also been given some questions which ask you to consider the implications of your trait descriptions. Other people viewing your personality profile will not be able to see these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-left-width: 7px; border-left-style: ridge; border-left-color: blue; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Openness', 'Openness to Experience describes a dimension of personality that distinguishes imaginative, creative people from down-to-earth, conventional people.'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Openness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;This trait refers to the extent to which you prefer novelty versus convention. Approximately 54% of respondents have a lower openness raw percentage than yours. From the way you answered the questions, you seem to describe yourself as someone who is aware of their feelings but doesn't get carried away with their imagination either. You might say that you embrace change when it is necessary while still resisting it when you think it is not, and that beauty is important to you, but it's not everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflective question:&lt;/b&gt; When do you think that tradition is important, and when is it time for change?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-left-width: 7px; border-left-style: ridge; border-left-color: green; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Conscientiousness', 'Conscientiousness concerns the way in which we control, regulate, and direct our impulses.'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;This trait refers to the extent to which you prefer an organised, or a flexible, approach in life. Approximately 88.5% of respondents have a lower conscientiousness raw percentage than yours. From the way you answered the questions, you seem to describe yourself as someone who is a perfectionist. From your responses it appears that you prefer to plan everything to the last detail, which has consequently led to you being very successful and extremely reliable. From your responses it appears that more than most you enjoy seeing your long-term plans come to fruition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflective question:&lt;/b&gt; How does being in an untidy environment make you feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-left-width: 7px; border-left-style: ridge; border-left-color: red; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Extraversion', 'Extraversion (also extroversion) is marked by pronounced engagement with the external world, versus being comfortable with your own company.'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;This trait refers to the extent to which you enjoy company, and seek excitement and stimulation. Approximately 84.1% of respondents have a lower extraversion raw percentage than yours. From the way you answered the questions, you seem to describe yourself as someone who is constantly energetic, exuberant and active. Your answers describe you as someone who aims to be the centre of attention at social occasions, asserts yourself when in groups, and usually says, "Yes!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflective question:&lt;/b&gt; Do you prefer to be busy all the time? Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-left-width: 7px; border-left-style: ridge; border-left-color: orange; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Agreeableness', 'Agreeableness reflects individual differences in concern with cooperation and social harmony.'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;This trait refers to the way you express your opinions and manage relationships. Approximately 16% of respondents have a lower agreeableness raw percentage than yours. From the way you answered the questions, you seem to describe yourself as someone who is willing to make difficult decisions when necessary, and will point out when something is wrong no matter what other people might feel. Your responses suggest that you would say that you can be tough and uncompromising.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflective question:&lt;/b&gt; When others are experiencing problems, what do you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-left-width: 7px; border-left-style: ridge; border-left-color: purple; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Neuroticism', 'Neuroticism, also known inversely as Emotional Stability, refers to the tendency to experience negative emotions.'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Neuroticism (Emotional stability)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;This trait refers to the way you cope with, and respond to, life's demands. Approximately 54% of respondents have a lower neuroticism raw percentage than yours. From the way you answered the questions, you seem to describe yourself as someone who is generally calm. Based on your responses, you come across as someone who can feel emotional or stressed out by some experiences, however your feelings tend to be warranted by the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reflective question:&lt;/b&gt; Which situations make you feel under pressure and which situations do not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="module_wrapper" style="margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="heading_bar" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(163, 181, 219); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; background-color: rgb(59, 89, 152); height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="module_heading" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; float: left; color: white; font-size: 12px; margin-left: 3px; "&gt;Jungian Typology Estimate&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="interact_wrapper" style="z-index: 10; position: relative; float: right; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" class="menu_heading" clicktotoggle="ctt_type" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();FBML.clickToToggle(&amp;quot;app2490151219_ctt_type&amp;quot;);return false;" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 19px; color: white; font-size: 12px; display: block; background-image: url(http://www.mypersonality.dreamhosters.com/personality/images/open_menu.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 1px 0%; "&gt;More Options&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="menu_wrapper_relative" style="position: relative; z-index: 10; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;Research has found that the Big Five personality traits are significantly related to Jungian Typology (e.g. the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator). This is a popular alternative personality framework regularly used for personal development, in which Types are used rather than Traits. Based on your Big Five trait scores, your estimated Type is shown below (if you have already taken a Jungian Typology test and got a different result, this can be changed from the More Options section).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: 800; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ESTJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Extraversion vs. Introversion', 'People with a preference for Extraversion draw energy from action: they tend to act, then reflect, then act further. If they are inactive, their level of energy and motivation tends to decline. Conversely, those whose preference is Introversion become less energized as they act: they prefer to reflect, then act, then reflect again. People with Introversion preferences need time out to reflect in order to rebuild energy. The Introvert`s flow is directed inward toward concepts and ideas and the Extravert`s is directed outward towards people and objects. There are several contrasting characteristics between Extraverts and Introverts: Extraverts desire breadth and are action-oriented, while introverts seek depth and are thought-oriented. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Extraverted&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Intuition vs. Sensing', 'Sensing and iNtuition are the information-gathering (Perceiving) functions. They describe how new information is understood and interpreted. Individuals who prefer Sensing are more likely to trust information that is in the present, tangible and concrete: that is, information that can be understood by the five senses. They tend to distrust hunches that seem to come out of nowhere. They prefer to look for details and facts. For them, the meaning is in the data. On the other hand, those who prefer iNtuition tend to trust information that is more abstract or theoretical, that can be associated with other information (either remembered or discovered by seeking a wider context or pattern). They may be more interested in future possibilities. They tend to trust those flashes of insight that seem to bubble up from the unconscious mind. The meaning is in how the data relates to the pattern or theory. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Sensing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Thinking vs. Feeling', 'Thinking and Feeling are the decision-making (Judging) functions. The Thinking and Feeling functions are both used to make rational decisions, based on the data received from their information-gathering functions (Sensing or iNtuition). Those who prefer Feeling tend to come to decisions by associating or empathizing with the situation, looking at it `from the inside` and weighing the situation to achieve, on balance, the greatest harmony, consensus and fit, considering the needs of the people involved. Those who prefer Thinking tend to decide things from a more detached standpoint, measuring the decision by what seems reasonable, logical, causal, consistent and matching a given set of rules. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Thinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=606366591#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=7959c3cb0fc0099644a1de8ff02bcc4a&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext($FBJS.ref(this)).showChoice('Judging vs. Perceiving', 'Types with a preference for Judging show the world their preferred Judging function (Thinking vs. Feeling). So TJ types tend to appear to the world as logical, and FJ types as empathetic. Judging types prefer to have matters settled. Those types ending in P show the world their preferred Perceiving function (Sensing vs. iNtuition). So SP types tend to appear to the world as concrete and NP types as abstract. Perceiving types prefer to keep decisions open. (adapted from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true;" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Judging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;ESTJs are civic-minded individuals who dedicate themselves to maintaining the institutions behind a smooth-running society. They are defenders of the status quo and strong believers in rules and procedures. ESTJs are outgoing and do not hesitate to communicate their opinions and expectations to others. ESTJs are practical, realistic, and matter-of-fact, with a natural head for business or mechanics. Though they are not interested in subjects they see no use for, they can apply themselves when necessary. They like to organize and run activities. ESTJs promote the work ethic. Power, position and prestige should be worked for and earned. Laziness is rarely viewed with ambivalence nor benevolence by this type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8728543353416008108?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8728543353416008108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8728543353416008108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8728543353416008108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8728543353416008108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/11/mbti-personality-questionaire.html' title='MBTI Personality  Questionaire'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-1974526117076301623</id><published>2008-11-12T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:32:17.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off.</title><content type='html'>i hate to say this. but some fark-tards can be a real pain in the posterior end. all that person knows is backstabbing, being a full-time hypocrite and badmouthing others. listen! you may treat others like a dog, but not everyone would succumb to you. i am already quite pissed with you. you treat people well ONLY when you need to garner their support and when they are useful to you; otherwise, they are nothing in your eyes. what kind of a person are you? you may excel very well academically, but you are nothing in your OWN social life. just in case you do not realize it, how many people have you befriended, starting from acquaintances? those that whom you treat as friends, only end up being used by you. now, that's the reason why...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in short, i think people around you have been made use by you, one way or another. prove me wrong if you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-1974526117076301623?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1974526117076301623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1974526117076301623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1974526117076301623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1974526117076301623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off.'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-1737253318194748826</id><published>2008-10-28T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:22:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"One will always know the faults of others, but not the faults of their own".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say all that you want, cos' that only reflects on yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not oblivious to situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember, "All the world's a Stage, and all the men and women merely players".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours. Stab my back?; Watch your own back then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-1737253318194748826?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1737253318194748826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1737253318194748826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1737253318194748826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1737253318194748826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-will-always-know-faults-of-others.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-8778770186990394429</id><published>2008-10-13T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:22:28.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook!</title><content type='html'>I am so busy! ...facebook-ing, thanks to Camelia! -_-'''&lt;div&gt;Some of my Australia trip pictures are there! =D&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8778770186990394429?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8778770186990394429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8778770186990394429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8778770186990394429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8778770186990394429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook!'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-6280161801341534829</id><published>2008-10-12T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:11:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They say, “It’s the faithful who knows the trivial side of Love; it’s the faithless who knows Love’s tragedies.” What does this statement reflect? By the way, I was looking through Reader’s Digest when I chanced upon this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;So what if the faithless knows Love’s tragedies; what is the big deal? Even after knowing Love’s tragedies, can you even reverse / undo the situation? Face it. What has happened already happened. They always say, “Learn from Experience”. What crap! So what if I have learnt? Can I go back to the past? I wished all that did not even happen. I have been living in the shadows of the past since x years ago. That remained a fact. I presume I have hidden my true self relatively well. I have performed relatively well in School, Work and even socially. However, who would know the truth behind all this? I guess, only I know. People – my friends, lecturers, acquaintances – they view me as a strong individual. I had no problems dealing with situations and I was adaptable to things around me, given time. They have high expectations of me and whatever I do. Having said all that? Would they know that I am just another individual who have my ups and downs. I make mistakes too. I have emotions as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I made this mistake. A mistake that was never meant to be; never in my life had I been so blinded, so fooled by the beautiful side of a relationship. Yes, even though it didn’t work out in the end, the time and phase of that relationship made me sink in even further. But at least, not until I met her. To me, she was a paragon of virtue, an epitome of perfection. I didn’t really bother what people had to say about her. To another, she wasn’t any fairy from heaven; but to me, she was even better than that. At least I knew, she was there for me – at the time when I was at my rock-bottom, to grace me, to be my pillar of support. I am grateful for all that she has done for me. She might not think so, but this is always the case. Whatever you have done for somebody else, you might think nothing of it. But to that person receiving it, it means the world to him. She was an individual that I would do anything for her – within reasonable means. Almost every other night, as I lay down, eyes closed – all I could see was images of the past. And each time, deep regret fills me, tears trickled. I thought to myself, why didn’t I see the facts that remained so clear to me x years ago? Why was I so blinded, so stupid? Why did I not find out what she felt that time? That’s what I hate. From acquaintances to friends to good friends and now this. Truthfully, I am afraid, very afraid. I do not want to lose this friendship. I don’t want things to turn awkward if it really did not work out; even though I personally feel that it would not reach that stage. I have reached this point in life, and I dare to say, I have seen and experienced things that many people claim that they have too, but theoretically only.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I am in Sydney, with my friends. But that feeling is so different. Just a week ago, we were heading up to Canberra from Sydney by a CountryLink train.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the journey, I saw sights. Sights that pictured my ideal kind of life; to spend the rest of my life there with my family and you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To lie back on those lush greeneries, scenic views that money cannot buy - that countryside lifestyle. At that very point, all I could was wished that you were here with me. You have very much loved the same kind of life that I would love to lead; we could possibly do that, till the end of time. And do you know that, all my days in Sydney – all those places I went, those sceneries, the environment – how I wished you were here, even if it was just for a day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CNfont-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;You might be reading this. All I want to tell you is that you have always been on my mind, in my heart. You are irreplaceable… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-6280161801341534829?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6280161801341534829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=6280161801341534829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/6280161801341534829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/6280161801341534829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-its-faithful-who-knows-trivial.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-3972318172079876112</id><published>2008-10-10T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:11:12.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>失去过才能真正懂得去珍惜和拥有</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;不要问, 不要说, 一切尽在不言中. 这一刻, 偎著烛光, 让我们静静的渡过.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;莫挥手, 莫回头; 当我唱起这首歌, 怕只怕, 泪水轻轻的滑落.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;愿心中, 永远留著我的笑容; 伴你走过每一个春夏秋冬.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;几许愁, 几许忧, 人生难免苦与痛.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;失 去 过 才 能 真 正 懂 得 去 珍 惜 和 拥 有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;情难舍, 人难留; 今朝一别各西东.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;冷和热, 点点滴滴在心头.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;愿心中, 永远留著我的笑容. 伴你走过每一个春夏秋冬.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;伤离别, 离别虽然在眼前. 说再见, 再见不会太遥远.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;若 有 缘, 有 缘 就 能 期 待 明 天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;你和我, 重逢在灿烂的季节&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&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/8397568-3972318172079876112?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3972318172079876112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=3972318172079876112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3972318172079876112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3972318172079876112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='失去过才能真正懂得去珍惜和拥有'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-561021512371007934</id><published>2008-10-08T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:47:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coogee to Bondi Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRbygoRxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/his-xFMUz5s/s1600-h/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRbygoRxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/his-xFMUz5s/s320/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493990440093458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shall be my ultimatum, my aim. I want to sail around the earth, with you and our family. I will work hard. Even though I may not succeed, I want to give it my best shot, giving you my all. When I was at the berth, I could feel the breeze, taste the saltiness of the water, watching birds flying past. At that very point in time, I told myself, I want to be with you, till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRbwGhH-I/AAAAAAAAADA/5g99AyA2NBo/s1600-h/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRbwGhH-I/AAAAAAAAADA/5g99AyA2NBo/s320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493989793701858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left to Right: Hfz, Me, Thow, Wenyi, Constance, Camelia; Drummoyne, Birkenhead Point Wharf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRb0oUUlI/AAAAAAAAADI/kiYiVjyXTMo/s1600-h/DSC00307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRb0oUUlI/AAAAAAAAADI/kiYiVjyXTMo/s320/DSC00307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493991009210962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was how high above sea-level we were on our Coastal walk from Coogee to Bondi beach! Doesn't seem too intimidating right? Wait till you are here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRcMfA38I/AAAAAAAAADQ/QGegUWospdY/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRcMfA38I/AAAAAAAAADQ/QGegUWospdY/s320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493997412638658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sea birds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRcFPokEI/AAAAAAAAADY/AgLi1LGPJPA/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRcFPokEI/AAAAAAAAADY/AgLi1LGPJPA/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493995469082690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what you do when it gets too cold, too windy or too hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQr7cN1kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a_wWNl9WnnM/s1600-h/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQr7cN1kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a_wWNl9WnnM/s320/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493168203781698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start of the coast-to-coast walk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQr4nVFaI/AAAAAAAAACY/zHVlaMprf2o/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQr4nVFaI/AAAAAAAAACY/zHVlaMprf2o/s320/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493167445087650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of Coogee beach! One of the busiest beach in Sydney, Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQrw7exUI/AAAAAAAAACg/Cn5MtUjAfKs/s1600-h/DSC00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQrw7exUI/AAAAAAAAACg/Cn5MtUjAfKs/s320/DSC00058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493165382124866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my path, the same path I would want to walk again with you. At the same time, same place, in future. See the house in the background to the left? Yes, that it shall be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQsMBXiyI/AAAAAAAAACo/grCNR13Lyms/s1600-h/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQsMBXiyI/AAAAAAAAACo/grCNR13Lyms/s320/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493172654574370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQsWKccaI/AAAAAAAAACw/GjCSMMbhW18/s1600-h/DSC00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLQsWKccaI/AAAAAAAAACw/GjCSMMbhW18/s320/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256493175376998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High above sea level! Nice and cool weather! We're lovin' it!&lt;/div&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/8397568-561021512371007934?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/561021512371007934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=561021512371007934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/561021512371007934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/561021512371007934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/coogee-to-bondi-beach.html' title='Coogee to Bondi Beach'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLRbygoRxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/his-xFMUz5s/s72-c/DSC00039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-5258178612637115779</id><published>2008-10-05T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:34:42.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Canberra, Floriade. (ACT, Australia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK4rT82vI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1fPp06kGxw/s1600-h/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day trip to Canberra, Australia Capital Territory. Every year in Spring, Canberra would hold her Flower Festival in Floriade. And every year, there would be a different theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Journey there... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLIO960UVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oxgRlKWFIxw/s320/DSC00156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483874559775058" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLJbpK7PtI/AAAAAAAAABg/e8e6zeJifi8/s320/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256485191840120530" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLJblm3RzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gPpc4ux5QUY/s320/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256485190883559218" /&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLJbuJ9yqI/AAAAAAAAABo/uRQ1AfTprC8/s320/DSC00825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256485193178270370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLIPMFl6_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/GmdU4tIEh7k/s320/DSC00164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483878363065330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLIPDWhigI/AAAAAAAAABI/ujdpJAGnfJ8/s1600-h/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLIPDWhigI/AAAAAAAAABI/ujdpJAGnfJ8/s320/DSC00198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483876018162178" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLIPGkK2zI/AAAAAAAAABA/DPVmtQ6HOSs/s320/DSC00196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483876880702258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK4rT82vI/AAAAAAAAABw/p1fPp06kGxw/s320/DSC00198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256486790142679794" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across: Bed of blooms, landscaped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK4lI8rbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/leULI7RtHTA/s1600-h/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK4lI8rbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/leULI7RtHTA/s320/DSC00206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256486788485918130" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Hafiz and myself; background - a large, quiet and scenic lake.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK42XFS5I/AAAAAAAAACA/UxzRUfOxClU/s320/DSC00223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256486793108605842" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left: Wenyi, Hafiz, Constance, Thow, Me; before we left Floriade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK48sR1ZI/AAAAAAAAACI/EW5OFhziAvU/s320/DSC00243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256486794808120722" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK42XFS5I/AAAAAAAAACA/UxzRUfOxClU/s1600-h/DSC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLK42XFS5I/AAAAAAAAACA/UxzRUfOxClU/s1600-h/DSC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw the ENTIRE rainbow bridge from point to point. It was a magnificent sight not to be missed. It's a pity you aren't with me. You would love this sight too girl! =D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why are you not on the other side of the rainbow? we could have met in the middle, in the midst of eternal bliss up above."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A picture paints a thousand words... If you were here, you probably wouldn't bear to leave these sights behind. I hope to make it back there with you again, I really do. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-5258178612637115779?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5258178612637115779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=5258178612637115779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5258178612637115779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5258178612637115779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-canberra-floriade-act-australia.html' title='Trip to Canberra, Floriade. (ACT, Australia)'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/SPLIO960UVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oxgRlKWFIxw/s72-c/DSC00156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-1918480953038055405</id><published>2008-10-02T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:31:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University Life</title><content type='html'>Somehow it seems so different. When I was at University of Dayton, USA, life seemed completely relaxed. The same goes now, at University of New South Wales, Sydney. Maybe you can guess, I am blogging when I am supposed to be conducting experiments! One good thing about doing lab work is that, the number of intervals and breaks are determined by you. You might even take the day off! Perhaps it is; totally different when you are here to either work, study or holiday. Anyway, I am nearing the end of my poly education. Let's skip the National Service part for now~&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already submitted my application to SMU. Now, that application form of theirs is really long, and detailed. The best part, the questions structured were holistic - maybe that's why they are so popular! Whatever it is, I am still going to try for NTU since the course I want to study only takes 3 years direct honors. I got sets of testimonials / student appraisals to draft and let the relevant people sign. And, I already know who to ask! =D Well, these people will be my stepping stone. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever may be, I just hope that my results would be good enough to take me to either NTU or SMU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8397568-1918480953038055405?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1918480953038055405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1918480953038055405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1918480953038055405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1918480953038055405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/university-life.html' title='University Life'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-2664354986095055932</id><published>2008-10-01T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:43:40.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, there are a lot of things to be updated. Let me do that in phases. I promised people to update when I am in Sydney, but the internet connection is simply too perfect - too slow. I am going to break down my updates so that no one post shall be too long. Here's an overview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, remember what I said? When 16 Sept reaches, it's judgement day. If I didn't perform well for the final examinations, I will go to the highest point in Sydney Opera House and jump. LOL. Now, you know the reason why I am still here. =D But nonetheless, my results were made possible by those great lecturers of mine, my project mates, friends, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with my OIPP/FYP semester. I realised that I am literally spending about 4 months out of Singapore. Sydney takes 3 months, afterwhich, I will be in school for only a week before going to Suzhou/Shanghai again. And the best thing, that week is more like a packing cum resting week, though I still got a lot of matters to settle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... More than one month has passed. Another 2 months, I will be back in Singapore. Sydney - metropolitan city of Australia, the future business hub - seems interesting, yet boring. Firstly, there is NO night life. Secondly, the atmosphere is different when you are here to live/work/study as compared to when you are on a holiday. Initially when we arrived, it was still winter, minus the snow. So you can imagine how freaking cold it was, smoking from the mouth. It was supposed to be the transition period from winter to spring, but duh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to find this accommodation / apartment in Coogee, a suburb in Sydney. It's relatively near UNSW but very near to Coogee beach. Past 4 weeks have been okay. Till date, we have already visited, in order, Coastal walk from Coogee to Bondi Beach; Sydney Opera House, The Rocks, Darling Harbour; Sydney Fish Market; Paddy's Market and we just got back from Canberra, Floriade yesterday. I am a nature-person, so I am facinated by scenic views. A picture paints a thousand words, but those pictures cannot be uploaded due to the blardy connection here! Anyway, hope the next walk would be from Coogee to Maroubra. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of Part 1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8397568-2664354986095055932?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2664354986095055932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2664354986095055932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2664354986095055932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2664354986095055932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/10/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-4036225113656066693</id><published>2008-03-30T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:18:46.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; people, I really do not know what to update here. 6 weeks of holidays initially, till date, 2 weeks are left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me, what have I done during the first 4 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movies, Movies and more Movies!&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching the Foreign Exchange Rates and Stock Exchange&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my life? I suddenly miss studying! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;IMPORTANT NOTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To those who intend and is determined to go to Australia for further studies, you are advised to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt; to Au$ within the next 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Reason? Simple. Due to the US Sub-Prime Crisis, currencies and countries that are pegged against the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt; have fallen by approximately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt;0.20. Singapore Dollar still maintains its stronghold though GDP is expected to be lower than last year. Au$, similarly still maintains its strong rate against SGD, with the min/max of 1.21/1.37 for the past 9 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Au$ is expected to buffer within the rage 1.25 to 1.30 within the next 3 to 6 months. Depending onthe amount of SGD you want to change, the rates are sometimes negotiable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Example: If I want to change SGD3000 to AUD, and the ForEx rate is 1.30, then I would receive Au$ 2307.70. If I want to change SGD3000 to AUD, and the ForEx rate is 1.25, then I would receive Au$ 2400. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The difference of SGD0.05 is Au$ 92.30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From now till End August 2008, I would be able to help you all who wants/is going/strongly intend to go to Australia for the 3 month IAP, capitalise on the Exchange Rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even if you do not have the funds to change currencies now, DON'T WORRY! I will extend a loan* quantum to you, based on your family's income capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To find out more, &lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~nicholastan/forexloan.pdf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;click here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4036225113656066693?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4036225113656066693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4036225113656066693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4036225113656066693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4036225113656066693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-people-i-really-do-not-know-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-4854135631992084551</id><published>2008-03-19T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:42:19.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yet, another semester of uncertainty. Results were released at 0538 hours (instead of the expected 0600). And NO, I did not get up to check those results. I read it via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; when I woke up. Well, I can't say I am really happy, nor happy, and nor sad. My GPA is just not moving! Expected that anyway. For every semester that my grades remains the same to the previous, the GPA increment would just be a mediocre 50%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E.g. If my GPA this semester (1) is 3.000, and the next semester (2) I score 3.929 - just for that semester of a total of 28 Credits, my GPA would only increase 0.159+. Then if semester (3) I score the same as (2), my GPA would only increase 0.0795! There goes on and on. That means, there is NO way to leap the GPA, unless, the total Credits is being increased to 56! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* The problem here is, I did not score 3.929! =( *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quite surprised and also disappointed when I saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DISAPPOINTING PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First thing I wanted to look at is Marketing. Shit Crap! I scored a grade lower than the previous semester! How was that possible! Anyway, I expected it since I could estimate how much marks I lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Molecular Genetics. This is a mad subject. I needed to score 85% in order to get an A for overall. But I guess I did not score even 75%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BPT&lt;/span&gt; - a godlike subject. I failed to preempt this. Scored lower than what I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SURPRISING PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bioinformatics&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't expect that grade either. Especially when the lab reports that weighed 50% were all screwed and done in the most haphazard way. Most importantly, I never paid attention or even if I did, I could not understand the lectures. And, also fooling around during Practicals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protein Technology - Didn't do up to expectations for the paper and entire module. But I got a grade higher than what I actually projected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immunology - I got myself screwed and confused during the paper. Especially the last section. Confused between Mast Cells and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eosinophils&lt;/span&gt;! Holy Cow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arigh&lt;/span&gt;! But similarly, I got half a grade higher than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Whatever it is, guess I just have to work harder the next semester. Or should I say, the final semester? Hmmm... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4854135631992084551?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4854135631992084551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4854135631992084551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4854135631992084551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4854135631992084551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/03/yet-another-semester-of-uncertainty.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-7524479874042998829</id><published>2008-02-13T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:32:40.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LATEST: Forecast your results with MS Excel. =D Courtesy of ME! lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Some of the results for Projects / Lab reports are not furbished. So Forecast has been pegged based on history's average.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Immunology&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 100&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 50&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 25&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bioprocess Technology - Not to scale. Not all results released.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 80&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 35&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 10&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 110%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Protein Technology - Not to scale. Not all results released.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 100&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 50&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 20&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 95%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MolGen - Not to scale. Not all results released&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 95&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 50&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 0&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Medical Microbiology-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 100&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 50&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 40&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bioinformatics- I SCREWED THIS~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 70&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 20&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 00000000000000&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 120%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marketing - Not to scale. Not all results released.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% of Passing: 100&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring B and above: 60&lt;br /&gt;% of scoring A: 50&lt;br /&gt;How much to score in Finals to get a B and Up: +/- 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/s: If you wanna know how to calculate, or how to forecast, tell me. Lols. BUT DON'T ASK ME TO GIVE YOU THE EXCEL SHEET! I took pains doing that. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTICE: No updates till End Feb-08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-7524479874042998829?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7524479874042998829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=7524479874042998829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7524479874042998829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7524479874042998829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/02/latest-forecast-your-results-with-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-8764610549050648753</id><published>2008-02-06T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:56:46.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know who I am. I know what are my capabilities and limitations. Yes, not everyone will be happy with things that I do. And, Yes, not everyone will see me in the positive light. But to me, I don't really bother about what people see about me, what people think of me. Some people think that I am self-centered, some people think that I am heartless, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I treat things with sincerely. If I am not interested to do, I won't do. What's the point in asking me to do the things that I am reluctant to - I won't give my best. Help - To me, I don't help everyone. But I help people who are worth helping. Why? The reason is simple. If I were to help everyone, then I will definitely get some who are hypocrites who are friends only when needed. In this way, I get to see who are friends, true friends, and fair-weathered fairs. In my 2 years of Poly life, I have seen many. And many is the word. It won't be easy gaining my trust, and when you have that, all I can say is Don't betray it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Friends - I can do anything and everything for them. From the slightest thing to even when the sky collapses. It's spontaneous. I don't need to be told what to do but yet, I know what to do when situation arises. It's a sad thing. In my life to date, I have many friends, even more fair-weathered friends, and less than a handful of true friends. People can say I am pathetic, but you know what? I don't need so many; I just need quality over quantity. That's my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, people will then ask, How do I know if a person is a True Friend, or whatever? The answer is simple. Very simple. In my context, I have a true friend. She has known me for just a mere 2 years plus. But yet, She is an ultimate example. You don't have to know a person long to know the opposite's true colours. All you just need to do is to stand on a 3rd party's perspective, observe, think and relate. Do it with no emotions involved. Trust me, if I am able to do it, anyone will be able to either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The next part - Relationships. I think William How would definitely make a great mentor. At least, he does things in a holistic manner. In the sense, he not only teaches us the academic stuffs, he teaches us life-lessons too. Seriously, he has my respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I came home, thinking about what he said&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(instead of studying =X).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He said that relationships are much more difficult than studying. To me, I take that with a pinch of salt. I think differently. The reason why? It's for me to know; for you to find out. After all that he had said, I thought to myself, "perhaps she isn't really the one for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That's true. I don't even think we are compatable in any sense. Based on my previous post, I seriously think that she may fit my criteria, but I definitely will not fit hers. With that, I think I should really forget and let go. A forced and coerced relationship is just as good as opening your heart and then slicing it into pieces. That's not me! No Way! I cannot bring myself to do such a thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There's this girl, I told her my feelings; vice versa. We shared a common consensus - everything and anything. I would rather believe that she is the one for me. Why did I say that? I am willing to go the extremes for her, and she did for me too. She knows what is on my mind - always. She knows my troubles - everytime, without me saying. She knows my personality, character and style of doing and handling things - forever. I think enough had been said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Last but not least, above all else, she still has a place in my heart and mind. But whether or not we would be together, only time and fate will tell... Providence would decree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8764610549050648753?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8764610549050648753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8764610549050648753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8764610549050648753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8764610549050648753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-who-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-8537026938239472094</id><published>2008-02-03T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:51:31.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I suddenly have this feeling. This sense, that feeling of loneliness, desolation, emptiness, or whatever you call that. I just have no mood to do anything. Be in at home, in school, I just feel so void. My only remedy is when I see you. Cos' when that happens, only will I get that motivation, that drive, that inspiration, and everything to get me going and all spurred on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is arriving in just another week or so. Let me update now, cos I won't be looking here until March 08! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is just not the day of Love, but also, celebrating and sharing Love. Be it family, friends, or your significant... It has been a long time since I remembered the significance of this day. Ever since after I met you, I recalled its significance, but there will be no chance for this day to be celebrated. No doubt, you are a great girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy. People said my expectations were high, of myself and my significant other. But what they said; are my expectations really high. I believe everyone's character has 2 sides. For myself, it is the same. I have both characters too; it's only that those who do not know me well enough do not discover them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am just a rough and straight-forward person; think again, I have gotten things accomplished and to everyone's satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am just a crude and short-tempered person; think again, I have to protect interests of myself and all around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am just a normal-guy-next-door; think again, I have done the extremes in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am a strong-headed and determined person; think again, there are times which I fall really hard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am a person who think too much; think again, it's all because I Love You so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am a person who is over-sensitive and possessive; think again, I was so afraid to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think I am a person who gets jealous easily; think again, would I do all that if you were just a normal friend to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If anyone of you think that I am hard-hearted and nonchalant; think again, I have my softer sides too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know. You are a great girl. I met you since day one during orientation. I found this keen resemblence in you. I got to know you. From accquaintances to normal friends. Do you know, everytime you talk to me, I try to remain nonchalant by treating you as a normal friend. Why? I told myself, I must hide my feelings. I must not let it be known and shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because I was too scared to EVEN lose you as a friend. No matter how much feelings I have for you, I will still hide it from you. I am afraid to let you know. I don't want to imagine the day where we have to treat each other as strangers. Let's just allow things to remain status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To all my ATTACHED Friends, Buddies, Enemies, whatever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You have my utmost blessings this Valentine's and the many more to come. Treasure those with you, and don't ever live to regret. Live to Love; Love to Live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To all my SINGLE Friends, Buddies, Enemies, whatever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you can do better than that! =D Let your dreams fulfill, Let your aspirations fly! A dream can become reality when you set your mind to pursue it. Tell the ones you love - your love for them. Work your way up to building a fruitful and fulfilling relationship. It ain't easy, but when you are there, you will see, the world is celebrating for and with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see things and you ask, "Why?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I dream things that never were and ask, "Why Not?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8537026938239472094?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8537026938239472094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8537026938239472094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8537026938239472094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8537026938239472094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-suddenly-have-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-4783721747955763394</id><published>2008-01-13T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:13:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Child - &lt;a href="http://baliwkuya.imeem.com/music/jWVszkZC/freddie_aguilar_anakson_english_verision/"&gt;http://baliwkuya.imeem.com/music/jWVszkZC/freddie_aguilar_anakson_english_verision/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born into this world&lt;br /&gt;Your mom and dad saw a dream fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Dream come true, the answer to their prayers&lt;br /&gt;You were to them a special child&lt;br /&gt;Gave 'em joy every time you smiled&lt;br /&gt;Each time you cried, they're at your side to care&lt;br /&gt;Child, you don't know, you'll never know how far they'd go&lt;br /&gt;To give you all their love can give&lt;br /&gt;To see you through and God it's true&lt;br /&gt;They'd die for you, if they must, to see you here&lt;br /&gt;How many seasons came and went&lt;br /&gt;So many years have now been spent&lt;br /&gt;For time ran fast and now at last you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Now what has gotten over you&lt;br /&gt;You seem to hate your parents too&lt;br /&gt;Do speak out your mind, why do you find them wrong&lt;br /&gt;Child you don't know, you'll never know how far they'd go&lt;br /&gt;To give you all their love can give&lt;br /&gt;To see you through and God it's true&lt;br /&gt;They'd die for you, if they must, to see you near&lt;br /&gt;And now your path has gone astray&lt;br /&gt;Child you ain't sure what to do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're so alone, no friends are on your side&lt;br /&gt;And child you now break down in tears&lt;br /&gt;Let them drive away your fears&lt;br /&gt;Where must you go, their arms stay open wide&lt;br /&gt;Child you don't know, you'll never know how far they'd go&lt;br /&gt;To give you all their love can giveT&lt;br /&gt;o see you through and God it's true&lt;br /&gt;They'd die for you, if they must, to see you here&lt;br /&gt;Child you don't know, you'll never know how far they'd go&lt;br /&gt;To give you all their love can give&lt;br /&gt;To see you through and God it's true&lt;br /&gt;They'd die for you, if they must, to see you here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4783721747955763394?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4783721747955763394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4783721747955763394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4783721747955763394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4783721747955763394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/01/child-httpbaliwkuya.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-8526335425537258252</id><published>2008-01-03T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:59:02.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4_lEBtaFuCc/R3wyl0O82OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/le3vY89m97A/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST BE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE AND MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; INDEPENDENT. I had thought this sememster (Y2S2) would be much easier than the other semesters because of the loads of projects. These projects take up to 40% of the computation, that was why I THOUGHT it would not be as stressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought mine schedule was flawless, and it was. There were no loopholes and even if the deadlines were shifted or things had to be changed last minute, there were more than enough time. Apart from that, I even included the "lateness" that I anticipated. So far, I dare to say, not because I am haughty, that ALL my projects in NYP has never gotten a B and below. And, that goes to my assignment (except lab reports =X). Looks like this sem, I have to restrategize my targets again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I totally hate it! Why can't this and that can't be done and be over and be done with. I simply cannot tolerate this anymore! I am feeling stressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always expected the maximum. So that when I hit below that, it would not be far off from projection. Perhaps that was the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am currently reading, "Sun Tzi's Art of War - Applications and Management". There are some truths to it though. &lt;em&gt;*That old fellow is a genius man!* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- One who has a programme is a winner; One who has excuses will always be the loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Know yourself, know your enemy. Know your conditions, know your terrain. Every battle will be won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Succeed in life by acting on the advice you give to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Let me leave this piece of advice for you. If you don't wish to note, trust me, it will bring about another downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What may seem to be, in actuality, is not what it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depending too much on a single, it may seem too much to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When people says "Clear", it only means 50%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When people says "Good", it does not mean you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;If we think we are good or the best, don't forget, there is always someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One day, you shall meet, Somehow, Someway, and Some time... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8526335425537258252?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8526335425537258252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8526335425537258252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8526335425537258252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8526335425537258252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-must-be-more-and-more-independent.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-4106459873781425181</id><published>2007-12-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:48:13.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;To all the avid readers of my entries - my greatest apologies! This semester had been a long and arduous journey; yet the time seemed so short. Everything seems to be passing by in a flash of light; moments that are only left to be reminisce. Moreover, it has been a stressful half-a-semester and I really did not have a chance to sit down and think about the past and future. School is NOTHING but reports, lectures, tutorials, etc. But at the end of the day, I have met people of all kinds, and from all walks of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In every individual lies an innate personality. This personality is probably what attracts that person as a Friend, a Good Friend, a Best Friend, or perhaps, even falling for that person. What I think is that personalities are like magnets - except that opposites may or may not attract. That is, personalities determines if people can get along with each other, and to what extent.&lt;br /&gt;During the 2 weeks vacation, (although I have loads of projects and reports which I have not started) I was able to get a reasonably peaceful sleep at night. However, I would somehow, dream of this &lt;em&gt;particular person&lt;/em&gt;. This happened not once nor twice, but multiple times. I seriously do not know why this happens. It is because of Memory or Dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream is a hallucinatory experience involving a sequence of images, sounds, ideas, emotions, or other sensations usually during sleep. The events of dreams are often impossible, or unlikely to occur, in physical reality: they are also usually outside the control of the dreamer. The exception to this is known as lucid dreaming, in which dreamers realize that they are dreaming, and are sometimes capable of changing their dream environment and controlling various aspects of the dream. The dream environment is often much more realistic in a lucid dream, and the senses heightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have this dream. I wished dreams could become reality. It seemed like eternal bliss even with a simple background setting and just the two of us at a beach. There seemed so many other people; so near but yet so far. All that resounded in our ears are just our voices and nature’s echoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The beautiful sunset, a calm sea with waves soothing the mental boy, those ever-so-fine and soft sand on the shore. Lying beside each other, listening to the resounding voices of nature; and as night falls, gazing at those oh-so-bright stars. What more can I ask for? A place far away from civilization, so blissful, where everything, every event seemed so innocent and pure.&lt;br /&gt;All that – would be gone as soon as the sun rises and it’s time to get up and start the day. It is rarely that I could remember dreams so avidly with concise details. I must say, this is ONE dream, all the intricate details etched into my mind even after so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must admit, I have liked this person; perhaps as a good friend. We seem to be able to talk about almost everything. But the thought of us being together never crossed my mind. My expectations aren’t high; but most of them are based on practicality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is this why I am having this recurring dream? Is it because I am not able to get her out of my mind? Is it the footprint she has left in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe, perhaps, this is. We met, that was Fate. We are Friends, which is Destiny. Our lives, with Fate but without Destiny… …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4106459873781425181?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4106459873781425181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4106459873781425181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4106459873781425181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4106459873781425181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-all-avid-readers-of-my-entries-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-270524881358047415</id><published>2007-11-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:11:04.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 5 Cs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Charisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Cognitive&lt;/span&gt; (w/out dissonance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am Innate, you are Adaptive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Together, we are representative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am the Ig, you are the Ag;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alas! We bind since history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't bother understanding it though!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am really not in the mood to update anything now, period. School's been SOOOOOOOO hectic; that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-270524881358047415?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/270524881358047415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=270524881358047415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/270524881358047415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/270524881358047415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-5-cs-are-1.html' title=''/><author><name>NICHOLAS TAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356129996164885380</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-8397568.post-571112971906237747</id><published>2007-10-19T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:03:09.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so glad! All the projects (or maybe most) has heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weightage&lt;/span&gt; of 40%! &lt;a href="mailto:%$#@$"&gt;%$#@$&lt;/a&gt; can you imagine that?! One fail = Gone Case~ 7 modules does not seem heavy; it is really heavy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... People say that I am over-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; and think too far? Well, maybe that is THE reason behind my "success"? Those who wanna laugh can carry on laughing; we shall see who will have the last laugh. Yes, your results may be better than mine (though not very far off); but my exposure and deposition far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;supercedes&lt;/span&gt; yours! Don't believe, bring your resume and compare with mine!~ If anyone ever realise, I seem to be able to meet deadlines far before they are due, yet obtaining grades better than a B (of course, luck plays a part too). I never seem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; when thrown in situations? Well, say all that you like, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I just don't understand. Is it better to do things that are foreign to you? o_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I saw the marketing project paper, I think I was the happiest and luckiest guy on earth. (yea, I didn't say I would definitely get good results OK?!) All the criteria, all that seem so familiar. Yes, it was at UOB when I read the similiar thing too! I was glad to be posted to both the Financial Services side and Operations sector. At least, that gives me the leeway and I know the product at my fingertips since I was working on it before. So, to all those out there, laugh all you want and all you can. Cos' I am not a lost sheep after all! =DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-571112971906237747?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/571112971906237747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=571112971906237747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/571112971906237747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/571112971906237747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-so-glad-all-projects-or-maybe-most.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8333316824212227835</id><published>2007-09-15T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:04:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday was quite a busy day for me, duh! I was not intending to work this holidays; just wanna stay home, watch TV, go to movies, sleep, etc... That was the reason why I did not call my Head at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bank. How unexpected! Instead of him calling me, it was the Human Resource department of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which called me now. Asked me if I was available to work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt; Center from the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of September till school reopens. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Great~ Now, how? Yes or No?" I agreed because, next time, I will depend on her to get me a job! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;. If I do not agree now, maybe next time I really cannot find a job! =D So, accepted it and she told me to go to HR at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt; Plaza 1, Raffles Place, to sign the contract and some documents stipulating that all papers will be kept confidential, including my salary? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;. Expected it anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, it's been so many times that I signed those pieces of paper?... The HR, Hui Ling, was a nice person la! So friendly, unlike the previous Head of HR, also another Hui Ling, which looks so fierce. Of course, looks are deceiving! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, both were very friendly la! Hilarious, to be precise! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an irony! I was working with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;UOB's&lt;/span&gt; Personal Financial Services, Credit Management Division @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Toa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Payoh&lt;/span&gt; all along, and now, I got posted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PFS&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CCOD&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Processing division! I don't really liked that arrangement! I know my colleagues at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt; Credit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mgmt&lt;/span&gt; well, and I get to lunch with fun people like them. Now, a totally new environment. So, what's the irony? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;PFS&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CMD&lt;/span&gt; deals with defaulted loans, Consumer Credit, etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PFS&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;CCOD&lt;/span&gt; deals with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-processing the documents that customers whom wants to take up loans! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;CCOD&lt;/span&gt; stands for, if I am not wrong, Consumer Credit Operations Division? Hope my new Head would be another nice person? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;. If not,... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, so some people say I am competitive? Some say I am hardworking? Have high expectations of myself and my subordinates? Am determined and strong-headed? I tend to look at things for another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; and far-sighted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, what am I? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Am I too bent on on focusing on my future, and neglecting the present? I really don't know. Now-a-days, I can't even be bothered to talk and think about relationships after all the mistakes I have made in the past... Someone, enlighten me, please!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8333316824212227835?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8333316824212227835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8333316824212227835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8333316824212227835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8333316824212227835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-was-quite-busy-day-for-me-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-4330985542674836739</id><published>2007-09-11T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:41:24.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love and Hate? God and Saturn? Heaven and Hell? What is the difference? How do you think they came about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love and Hate - I personally have seen many things in Life. What is Love; what is Hate? The answer is so simple until people have seen to have either forgotten the true essence or have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misinterpret&lt;/span&gt; it. If someone is going to ask me the same question, my answer is also very simple. "The difference between Love and Hate is only a thin line. By rights, there should be no difference. How you differentiate between Love and Hate is based on your feelings as time of description." The same goes for the difference between God and Saturn; Heaven and Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Without Love, how can there be hate? Hate usually follows if Love fails and/or there is a change of heart. Isn't that true? Alternatively, it is also possible that too much Love (over-loving) results in hate? This occurs when you want the best for that person and things never happen to go your way; you end up blaming that person whom you wanted to best for. It's a sad thing, really, that many people do not know when to pick up and let go, forgive and forget. If only, one knows when to channel his thoughts and feelings to the right path at an appropriate time, this should not have happened. For myself, I have experienced what was described above and this is also the reason why I tend to take things in my own stride now a days, leading a care-free life; other than academic examinations! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and Saturn; Heaven and Hell? God = Heaven, Saturn = Hell? No, that is not true. How and What factors do you determine who's who. The answer lies in your heart, your mind. If you want to be God and go to Heaven, you do it with your own capabilities and doing good deeds (with knowledge) may help you achieve your goal. If you want to be Saturn and go to Hell (I don't think anyone would welcome that), it is also within your own reach. How do you do good and meaningful deeds? Does that mean you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sympathize with everything a person who is going downhill does, and allow him to do everything he wants? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To help people, you will have to help with knowledge. Citing an example, take the most common problems nowadays - Academic and Relationships. Person A has a group of good friends. They go out together almost every time and do things together, from personal affairs to academic matters. Person A's grades are going downhill drastically and would be on the verge of retaining in no time. A's group of friends are also worrying for her and wished to help her get back on track. However, it is A's attitude towards things that make it so hard for people to help A. Yes, at this juncture, it is comforting to know that A's friends are willing to lend a helping hand to A. But, does A appreciate it? Look on the other perspective and between the lines. Based on the modular academic system, group projects, exams and assesments are computated to derive the results. A could not seek help from peers during individual exams and assessments. But during projects, A does not help in anything and do the barest minimal too. A's peers would then be doing everything for her. Now, you tell me, is that helping her pass? Even if it was, is it the correct methodology?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Frankly, my answer is NO. What A's peers are doing, are only condoning her attitude and taking advantage of the situation. However, by reverse psychology, A's peers should make their stand firm that if A does not contribute, it shall be reported as the whole truth. This would make A realise that if one does not help him/herself, no one else can. What is the use of complaining that A is not contributing, and at the same time, covering A's duties? Now, you tell me, will it be doing A good? Does that make you God and go to Heaven? Is that a Love for a friend or only generating a hatred? As the saying goes, "You can teach a man how to fish; you cannot fish for a man. Even if you fish for a man, will it be indefinite?".  Think, ponder, reflect... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: Any events mentioned are of pure coincidence. Parental Guidance is advised if you think you are not mature enough to understand the meaning of personal thoughts. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4330985542674836739?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4330985542674836739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4330985542674836739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4330985542674836739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4330985542674836739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-and-hate-god-and-saturn-heaven-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-305039885314109258</id><published>2007-09-10T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:16:33.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;!! This is getting more and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absurd as people view my previous entry. I thought that entry was just a personal perspective, not subjected to others' thoughts. I seriously have to clarify one thing - before things really get out of hand - what ever I said, thought, whatever it may be, has no relation to a specific person at all. It is all just an observational hypothesis that I made. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thus, I have heard, there was this saying of guys from a girl, "Men are like parking lots. The good men are the lots which have long been taken; those remaining are the handicapped ones." Then, I have said, I overturned this what-so-ever theory, "Girls are like chocolates. The fanciful packages are nice; the chocolate sucks! The plain type of wrappers; not appealing on the outside; heavenly on the inside." I have edvidence to support my comment(s). Look at those chocolates from CandyEmpire @ ViVocity, they do not have fanciful packagings - but they are so expensive. When you open the wrapper, that miserable chunk of chocolate looked so out-of-shape; sink the teeth in, savour that sweetness, that bitterness - So Heavenly! (*pUkEs to their counterparts from "you-know-where"*, God knows if they really are chocolate and not some other types of industrial dyes with worms in them?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alternatively, you can say, "Girls are like cars. The virtuous ones are like continental cars - all waiting to be snapped up. Those left are cars from all other countries... etc; only to be used temporarily." Yes, there is truth to that. Continental cars are more faithful in the sense that they are more resilent and can go an extra mile as compared to their non-continental counterparts. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Long-distance relationships (LDS)? Can they last? I saw this thread on STOMP's forum. Some of the comments were worth reading and pondering; the others? Just childish. yucks! I was wondering too, can it really last? haha. Yes and No, if you are going to ask me for my answer. It really depends on the couple, their age v.s. level of maturity. How so? If you are still a student involved in LDS, my answer to that would be negative. However, if you are already working and have no other committments, congrats. Happiness is in your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ponder over what I said; you might just find light to your problem if you are one who is involved in LDS or SDS too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOST &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girls (mainly in Singapore) look out for guys who are influential, powerful, capable, and have the 5Cs - namely Credit Cards, Condo, Car, Cash and Country Club membership. Why are they getting more and more materialistic?! Is this the doing of Education - that only the strongest survives? I believe that this would be more appropriate to guys. If girls can choose guys based on the 5Cs, then I believe (and I will abide to my principles) that guys can also choose girls based on 5Cs too. They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Character, Charisma, Capability, Caring and Constitution (a combination of personality, virtue, etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This entry is meant for mature readers only. If you think you are not one, and will go complaining and procrastinating about it, please - GET A LIFE! Depending on your age, I can only say - You have wasted the Rice and Milk you have consumed. =DD&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/8397568-305039885314109258?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/305039885314109258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=305039885314109258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/305039885314109258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/305039885314109258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahh-this-is-getting-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-7673687436610708771</id><published>2007-09-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:03:34.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o.O I think there is something seriously wrong with me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arigh&lt;/span&gt;! Let's start with today's events - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SCL&lt;/span&gt; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S = i forgot what was that.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;M = Measurable&lt;br /&gt;A = Accessible / Attainable&lt;br /&gt;R = Response / Review / Realistic&lt;br /&gt;T = Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F = Flexibility&lt;br /&gt;A = Attitude&lt;br /&gt;T = Teamwork&lt;br /&gt;C = Confidence&lt;br /&gt;A = Aptitude&lt;br /&gt;T = Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a training session today; just based on intellect. Quite OK after all. Though it was so humid and I felt so sleepy after that! I couldn't really what does SMART stands for; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FATCAT&lt;/span&gt;? - No problem! =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt; *My philosophy!~* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;One more thing I am beginning to realise! =S I am beginning to lose interest in girls - Singapore girls, I mean. &lt;/span&gt;=X Why? I am not too sure of the reason myself. I just find that Singapore girls are losing their attraction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;powers&lt;/span&gt; - in the sense that they tend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;over doll&lt;/span&gt; themselves until they look BEAUTIFULLY UGLY! I am serious! Walk down orchard road and you will see those Singapore female teens all dressed until it's as if they originate from Japan! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;! Aren't they proud to be themselves? What's more, you hear them talking like typical &lt;em&gt;Ah Lians &lt;/em&gt;that seemingly attract the WRONG attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On the contrary, their other SEA counterparts are much better. Take for example, the Philippines, Indonesian Chinese, Malaysian Chinese, etc - they are much demure, virtuous and realistic. They are more down to earth and of course, they are NOT BEAUTIFULLY UGLY. They look pretty and beautiful even without those whatever makeups you call that. What's more, they have the radiant kind of complexion that needs no covering-up. =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt; On top of that, they are not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; type of people; they treat others with respect and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;genuinely heartwarming people. But of course, they are not perfect; who is? But, in an overall comparison, I think my stand is oblivious. If someone is going to ask me - How do I see a person, here's it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mannerlisms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The words may seem very close in meaning, in actuality, they are worlds apart. I do not dare say the above was true if I have not experienced myself. Nonetheless, not all the Singaporean girls are as described above, but giving the benefit of doubt to the ever-changing social and demographics, I won't be surprised if... ... It's a sad thing indeed that they do not have a mind on their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For those reading this entry, PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS ADVISED if you think you are not mature enough to understand the meaning of personal perceptions. =D *Get what I mean? =X*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-7673687436610708771?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7673687436610708771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=7673687436610708771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7673687436610708771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7673687436610708771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/09/o.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2171956184581472175</id><published>2007-09-04T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:37:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, great! Exams are over, so are the 6 long weeks of holidays! I haven't got anything planned up and so far, I have only been watching movies online everyday. I have no intention of finding a job since this is the only holiday I have since I began tertiary education! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by ViVoCity yesterday (for the first time!) to redeem my FILA pouch, enrol for "Pay by Touch" @ CITIBank and went to buy chocolates at CandyEmpire (&lt;a href="http://www.candyempire.com.sg/"&gt;www.candyempire.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;). Seriously, those candies are really expensive! And, they live up to their name - Candy Empire. They have literally EVERYTHING there, those sweets from Belgian, Australia, Etc... Imagine, $3.80 for a 100g of chocolates! Less than 5 pieces mind you! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE BEST THING: I wanted to make payment using VISA, and they said, "VISA purchases for spending above $20"! I was like WTFFFFFFFF! Had to drop those items, went to ATM, draw $20 and make payment! KNS! Blardy SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh ya, there will be a chalet on the 17-19th of this month at NSRCC Tanah Merah. I hope I would not have anything on that week! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-2171956184581472175?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2171956184581472175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2171956184581472175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2171956184581472175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2171956184581472175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-great-exams-are-over-so-are-6-long.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-4259323410745483003</id><published>2007-08-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:03:52.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Dream, My Life, My Aspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RtTv7lFRKmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lMVku_uq2tw/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103968084563143266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RtTv7lFRKmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lMVku_uq2tw/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;One Life - Live it!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4259323410745483003?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4259323410745483003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4259323410745483003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4259323410745483003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4259323410745483003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-dream-my-life-my-aspiration-one-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RtTv7lFRKmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lMVku_uq2tw/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-749347162176813780</id><published>2007-08-16T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:19:51.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I last logged in. Blogging is addictive. I need to concentrate on my Examinations which will begin on Tuesday, 21/07. 6 modules, 28 credit points - How am I gonna up my GPA to at least 3.7?! I did a study on the various undergraduate courses available in Singapore, against the Universities standing worldwide. My first target would be NTU, for sure. 3 years, a BBM (Hons.)! And of course, S$24,ooo in total school fees! I have to work very hard... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I also have planned out my finances to pay my Uni fees. Here's a breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total university fees (pegged against Singapore's present economy)  = S$24,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total Misc Acad. Fees payable = S$500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total Transportation and Day-to-Day Expenses = S$ 15,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total amount due, with projected inflation of 2% = S$40,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misc. Income = S$22,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yield from Investments for approx 4 years from now = S$ 7400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Savings per month for 4 years = $5100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total ROI = S$34,500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I AM STILL LAGGING BEHIND THE AMOUNT OF S$40,ooo! Anybody wishes to sponsor me the remaining $6000? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have literally been opening and closing my lectures (within 10 mins) for revision! I just cannot seem to concentrate. There are too many things which goes through my mind every time I want to start to remember those darn facts from the lectures. I guess, if I am not able to get those distractions out, those darn lectures are not going in and I am not going anywhere! &lt;em&gt;goodbye, NTU~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be right back! Off to watch tv now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-749347162176813780?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/749347162176813780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=749347162176813780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/749347162176813780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/749347162176813780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-since-i-last-logged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-873300785278122558</id><published>2007-08-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:43:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There will be no updates until the end of the Semestral Exams, 31 Aug 2007. Please Check back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* Sentiments of Love * have been uploaded. Please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.singnet.com.sg/~nicholastan/SOL.doc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; or Go to the first box of the right panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-873300785278122558?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/873300785278122558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=873300785278122558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/873300785278122558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/873300785278122558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-will-be-no-updates-until-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-5711871613655610384</id><published>2007-07-29T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:47:53.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I didn't really have much inspiration to blog these few days. But now, I think it has finally returned to my side. I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ishy&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meena's&lt;/span&gt; blog already. I agree, there's some truth in it. But, it's a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;controversial topic. Why or Do guys only go for girl's who are beauty on the outside? I have just began reading my latest addition to my collection of books - "The Art of Intimacy; The Pleasure of Passion", and this should be able to address the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All of us go to school. What's the purpose behind it? To learn something, to gain knowledge and to broaden our horizons. All that, are all theory based and we never knew how to deal with affairs of the heart based on those theories we learnt in school. Too bad, we were never educated in the School of Intimacy and it was never part of the curriculum that we were taught to deal with feelings. Back to the point, it's quite true to a certain extent that most guys usually go for girls who has beauty, fairness, and, everything that can be seen with the eyes. Most people at our age only know how to see with the eyes, not the heart. It's saddening though; but I guess, it's also a societal problem. With the rising number of divorce rates; same analogy, people are breaking up only after marriage or getting together when their significant half has fully revealed his/her character. Most people look for partners to complement themselves, for instance, a woman who is a shy and poor in communicating would look for a guy who is outgoing and good in inter-personal skills. The woman tries to make up for her deficit by looking for a partner who has the qualities she does not have. As time passes, the couple being together, would actually "accquire" the opposite qualities. She, now being "influenced" by her partner, becomes outgoing and an extrovert. This is where "like poles" of a magnet start to repel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Many youngsters nowadays have claimed to find their significant halves and proclaim that their halves are the one-in-a-million, they would love each other forever, they would love each other till the end of time, blah blah blah. Some relationships would stay, some would just be gone with the wind. Regardless of how long the couple have been in the relationship together. Why did all that happen? Simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every thing at this point in time are all just "Love @ first sight". When those guys see a better "Second Sight"; time change, things also change.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's a sad thing. Yes, there is no hard and fast rule that Love is only extended to those who are above 21 or whatsoever. But at least, people should be dealing with affairs of the heart using the heart! It's okay to look, but before you get yourself involved, be sure of what you are doing. Are you in it because you truly love your other half; both of you are not together just to fill the void in your hearts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think. Reflect. Decide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-5711871613655610384?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5711871613655610384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=5711871613655610384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5711871613655610384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5711871613655610384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-didnt-really-have-much-inspiration-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-5448172064482128865</id><published>2007-07-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:46:11.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love is a constellation of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection or profound oneness.The meaning of love varies relative to context. Romantic love is seen as an ineffable feeling of intense attraction shared in passionate or intimate attraction and intimate interpersonal and sexual relationships. Though often linked to personal relations, love is often given a wider connection, a love of humanity, of nature, with life itself, or a oneness with the universe, a universal love or karma. Love can also be construed as Platonic love, religious love, familial love, and, more casually, great affection for anything considered strongly pleasurable, desirable, or preferred, to include activities and foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I just have this feeling of wanting to be in a relationship and have a taste of falling in Love all over again. That feeling, so sacred, so comforting, so innocent, yet exciting for all to behold! But, every time I look back at the past - those heartbreaks, the loneliness, that feeling of loss and desolation, would always serve as a reminder to me. Does every relationship have to end that way? Yes, some answers cannot be proven by Science; but surely, Providence would drop some hints, wouldn't he? Hey, come off it, my expectations are not that high, right? It's just the basic qualities every girl in this universe would have. Simple as ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All I want is just a simple feeling of Love; I do not need those which must be as colourful and exciting as fireworks, nor must it be those that would make people green with envy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, it's the feeling between a couple that make miracles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"The voice of our soul informs us that we should be bathed in the splendor and warmth of loving arms and gentle caresses. We long for the bliss of unconditional love and we fantasize about the ecstasy of deep intimacy and exquisite passion derived from within. We want to share our lives with another who loves us beyond limits; yet expecting nothing in return. This is how life was supposed to be... ... But, we settled for far much less, and, we suffer for it. It need not be this way. The problem lies in the fact that we were never schooled in the Art of Love and Passion. The solutions awaits us if we only know where to look for them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thought, how wonderful would this world be if there are, No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Separations&lt;/span&gt;, No Heartbreaks, No Hurtful feelings, etc... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-5448172064482128865?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5448172064482128865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=5448172064482128865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5448172064482128865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5448172064482128865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-constellation-of-emotions-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8801157144968028885</id><published>2007-07-24T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:02:50.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's from 9 to 2 today. Cell tech was okay; MBT was boring and draggy, as usual; HBD was the noobest! Reproductive system! What the mama la~ A repeat for Biology in secondary school again! But of course, some of it went unremembered so... ... It'd be good if there could be practical on this topic huh?! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Student Affairs to endorse CCA points again. God darn it! There were so many entries la! Also, this time there isn't a joker who comes and click on every event! Oh ya, I just realised, under SCL, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has gotten their CCA points for their service to the school! (esp Class Chairpersons, NDP, etc) Those under SCLC already has been endorsed! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS WHAT I CALL EFFICIENT! NOOB ASS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am tired. That's all for today. Gonna sleep and go HACCP-ing after that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8801157144968028885?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8801157144968028885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8801157144968028885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8801157144968028885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8801157144968028885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/schools-from-9-to-2-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8946858243200952248</id><published>2007-07-23T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:57:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test65.aspx"&gt;Your Hidden Talent - The Mass Communicator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You have a cheerful personality and you are a naturally kind person. Your hidden talent isn't really that hidden at all: you shine among a crowd. You would make an ideal news announcer, flight attendant or model - any position that would give you an opportunity to deal with plenty of people. A tip for you is to avoid getting too deeply involved in others' personal lives - otherwise you might find yourself constantly being asked for help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test48.aspx?cmd=07"&gt;The House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are good at making friends and when the joyful moment arrives, you make the most out of it. You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. You are an ambitious person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You always have plans on your mind. This might cause a lot of stress if things don't go the way you expect. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. We also see that you are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate. You are self-confident and happy with your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test43.aspx"&gt;The Eating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are generally a calm person. You get excited when your favorite band is in town, when you are going on a date with your partner or when you and your friends are dancing. Your friends mean everything to you. You hate it when the summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;You like art, and some poetry. You can throw a party, or help a friend put one together. You usually have no trouble finding dates, but you occasionally hit a dry spell. You like the outdoors, usually, and rainy weather doesn't bother you. You sometimes get jealous of people who are smarter or better looking than you, but you wouldn't hold it against them if you got to know them. You are on good terms with your parents, even though they annoy you once in a while. People tend to think you are reliable and trustworthy. You like animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test104.aspx"&gt;Are you still thinking about your ex?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have managed to sweep away any feelings you have left for your ex. You are fully recovered and you don't dwell in anguish over the memories of your times together. You are completely and happily in love with your current boyfriend/girlfriend. Although you may occasionally mention the name of past boyfriends/girlfriend, it will simply be because it relates to what you are talking about. The present moment is what you are interested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's not as accurate as the previous ones.. But there is still SOME truth to it. Can read; not to believe.! lols. I AM BROKE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8946858243200952248?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8946858243200952248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8946858243200952248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8946858243200952248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8946858243200952248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-hidden-talent-mass-communicator.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-4296079108853564166</id><published>2007-07-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:11:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY PEOPLE! TAKE MY TEST! 80% AND ABOVE GOT PRIZE! HAHAS... After so much personality tests, which is the trend now in SCL, it's time to reflect! lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4296079108853564166?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4296079108853564166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4296079108853564166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4296079108853564166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4296079108853564166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-people-take-my-test-80-and-above.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2541142132240213564</id><published>2007-07-21T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:10:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What kind of person are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are an outgoing and cheerful person. Although you get frustrated sometimes, you get through hard times easily and are joyful again.Your friendly personality makes you attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex, but this makes your spouse feel insecure. Your lack of emotion is a disadvantage, but your candor has made you popular.Friends of your gender find it hard to understand you because of your innocent thinking. But this is your advantage as it attracts members of the opposite sex who have the same personality as you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you fall in love very quickly and easily. You give 100% to your relationship and expect to receive 0% in return. If there is a problem in your relationship, it's difficult for you to admit it. You need help from third parties. You need lots of reassurance in your relationship. You'd like to see your loved one every day, if possible. You accept your loved one the way they are. You don't expect him or her to change for you.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you don't tend to stay in love for a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think the rest is true except the last sentence la!! WTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-2541142132240213564?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2541142132240213564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2541142132240213564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2541142132240213564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2541142132240213564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-your-personality-love-style-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2080976021515593085</id><published>2007-07-19T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:14:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I am one of the trendsetters in SCL to start all the Blog-Personality entries and all. Now so many people are doing it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(even the year 1s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and also agree on the results generated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, How to determine if those personality tests are real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get it from reputable sites.&lt;br /&gt;2. Compare the tests of the same type and its results&lt;br /&gt;3. Make it more credible when your peers agrees with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT! I think that was all the tests that I could find over the net. The rest were all like crap unlike these few that I have done and returned results of truth. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I have one last entry on Blog-Personality - afterwhich, until next time when I can find better ones. hahas. &lt;strong&gt;HACCP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-2080976021515593085?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2080976021515593085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2080976021515593085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2080976021515593085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2080976021515593085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/looks-like-i-am-one-of-trendsetters-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-6053873728685497895</id><published>2007-07-18T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:14:40.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test47.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Working Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You use your thinking to run as much of the world as may be yours to run. You like to organize projects and then act to get things done. Reliance on thinking makes you logical, analytical, objectively critical, and not likely to be convinced by anything but reasoning. You tend to focus on the job, not the people behind the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You like to organize facts, situations, and operations related to a project, and make a systematic effort to reach their objectives on schedule. You have little patience with confusion or inefficiency, and can be tough when the situation calls for toughness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You think conduct should be ruled by logic, and govern their own behavior accordingly. You live by a definite set of rules that embody your basic judgments about the world. Any change in your ways requires a deliberate change in your rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are more interest in seeing present realities than future possibilities. This makes you matter-of-fact, practical, realistic, and concerned with the here-and-now. You use past experience to help you solve problems and want to be sure that ideas, plans, and decisions are based on solid fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You like jobs where the results of your work are immediate, visible, and tangible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have a natural bent for business, industry, production, and construction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You enjoy administration, where you can set goals, make decisions, and give the necessary orders. Getting things done is your strong suit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You run the risk of deciding too quickly before you have fully exanimate the situation. You need to stop and listen to the other person's viewpoint, especially with people who are not in a position to talk back. This is seldom easy for you, but if you do not take time to understand, you may judge too quickly, without facts or enough regard for what other people think or feel.&lt;br /&gt;You may need to work at taking feeling values into account. You may rely on much on your logical approach that you overlook feeling values-- what you care about and what other people care about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If feeling values are ignored too much, you may build up pressure and find expression in inappropriate ways. Although you are naturally good at seeing what is illogical and inconsistent, you may need to develop the art of appreciation. One positive way to exercise your feeling is to appreciate other people's merits and ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another test which I found very true! I seriously think that all these tests were set by professionals! lols. - http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test47.aspx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-6053873728685497895?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6053873728685497895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=6053873728685497895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/6053873728685497895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/6053873728685497895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-working-style-you-use-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-1709670262831361781</id><published>2007-07-15T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:17:25.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt; You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt; You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt; You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt; Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt; Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. However, your attitude will determine your apititude in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt; You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt; You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt; You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt; You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Try again&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;Give me more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS SO DAMN TRUE LA! Every single point really relates to who I am, and what I am. Try it people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-1709670262831361781?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1709670262831361781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1709670262831361781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1709670262831361781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1709670262831361781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/get-to-know-yourself-better-your-view.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8714324907780195558</id><published>2007-07-12T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:49:54.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite a day! &lt;div&gt;Went back to school before the outing to follow up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HACCP&lt;/span&gt; project. Stayed there till about 3.30pm then we went to Raffles Place to buy some prezzies. Things there are of no range! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SCL&lt;/span&gt; Outing to Clarke Quay; buffet @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tandoor&lt;/span&gt;. God! We were supposed to be at the restaurant at 6.30pm but we arrived only at around 7! That fellow kept saying that the restaurant is easy to locate, just opposite The Central. So, the whole of Clarke Quay was opposite The Central! How on Earth to find! Ended going around the whole of the Quay before actually finding that place! duh! Exercise before eating yea?! What's more, that guy's accent far exceeds my ability to listen and comprehend! Imagine 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;noobs&lt;/span&gt; walking around Clarke Quay just to find one restaurant? Everyone was like looking at us la! "These people must have really been deprived from town for long!" The food there is quite good and the price was also quite reasonable. $16/pax and with about 15 types of food being served. VALUE FOR MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all of us took a walk down to the Supreme Court (where the NKF Gold-Tap kid often frequent) and talked there until around 10+.  The best thing: Milan waved to a group of unsung heroes, with only weird glances being returned! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really fun going out with those peeps la! THERE'S GONNA BE MORE TO COME! DEFINITELY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8714324907780195558?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8714324907780195558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8714324907780195558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8714324907780195558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8714324907780195558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-was-quite-day-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-4918301629566969006</id><published>2007-07-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:04:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! Tell me that I ain't falling for her! HELP! I never thought it was possible though. I am seeing her everyday; I have only regarded her as a normal friend. Once ever so quiet, so demure, so feminine, things took a turn when we communicated more often!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more I see her, the more I feel so attracted to her! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;How did this all happen? I am not too sure myself. But there's one thing that I am very sure of - it's infatuation at this every point in time. I seriously hope it won't progress any further than this. I just hope that all this would just be gone with the wind. She is just too perfect; she would be every guy's dream... Serious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long day in school. From 10 to 6! woots! And, ABC's getting more difficult; more boring and more irritating! So many different terms, concepts, etc. Marketing was exceptionally boring today - because I felt so lethargic and my mind just shut off when she started. duh~ Cell Tech's was a bit confusing but I managed to comprehend the back part of it. In short, a long and tiring day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4918301629566969006?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4918301629566969006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4918301629566969006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4918301629566969006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4918301629566969006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-tell-me-that-i-aint-falling-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-3599873909650234211</id><published>2007-07-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:12:16.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Congratulations to me! I have finally compiled the full document "My personal story - Sentiments of Love" after 3 years. The essay isn't a long one; but I just didn't have the time to complete it. It wasn't easy doing so. Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt;, my feelings would all be distorted and my mood would not be very good for the day. I was supposed to publish it yesterday, 07/07/07, but due to technical errors on the server, I only managed to upload it this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my Granduncle's birthday so all of us went down to his house to celebrate. Went to Four Leaves to get a "Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Classico&lt;/span&gt;" cake before that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! That cake was simply heavens! The chocolate fudge, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; cream, the chocolate sponge cake in-between was fabulous! Dinner was take-aways from East Coast Lagoon. Food there was expensive, no doubt, but some of it were delicious. And the queues were damn long! Took more than 45 mins just to get 2 packets of satay-beehoon. WTH! &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BUT, I saw this damn cute eurasian girl la! She was around maybe 17-19 years old with her family too. hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-3599873909650234211?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3599873909650234211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=3599873909650234211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3599873909650234211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3599873909650234211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations-to-me-i-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8885491143762916964</id><published>2007-07-06T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:56:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a total waste of time! God, I just wasted 3 hours of my precious time. I could have went home and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, or continuing those funny personality tests on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;testeriffic&lt;/span&gt;.com. Class had ended at 3.30pm and we (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wyd&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yamon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meena&lt;/span&gt; and I) had to wait till 6 for Fang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tian&lt;/span&gt;. The 4 of us ended up in the library killing time doing personality tests instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wyd's&lt;/span&gt; result quite close to mine but some are way off the track; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Meena's&lt;/span&gt; result was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, Scored in things we never could; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yamon&lt;/span&gt; was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;! I thought yesterday was supposedly arranged to be a meeting-cum-outing sort of thing. Ended up, it was only a dinner! =S&lt;br /&gt;Met the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ExCo&lt;/span&gt; at City Hall at 7pm. As usual, we had to wait for megastar to arrive at 8.30??!! The rest of the night was - DUH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another project on hand - Industrial Microbiology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HACCP&lt;/span&gt; Project. Sucks! Just 4 weeks to complete and there's so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;criteria&lt;/span&gt; to be met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much for today, except for the discussion with members on the HACCP project. That project was like a Business Administration cum Financial Planning cum Science Project! So many minute details, so many information process, so many intricate details! I seriously need to think about my career path in Life Sciences; which I personally don't think I am cut out for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8885491143762916964?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8885491143762916964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8885491143762916964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8885491143762916964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8885491143762916964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-was-total-waste-of-time-god-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2047997894197853332</id><published>2007-07-04T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:57:19.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meena's&lt;/span&gt; blog got flagged! The security message showed, "The user has violated some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blogger's&lt;/span&gt; Terms of Conditions..." I was laughing my ass off la! Yesterday, we (Milan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meena&lt;/span&gt; and I) were just talking about who the culprit was. Just as I said, the most suspicious is... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SCL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ExCo&lt;/span&gt;-Committee Members dinner outing. We initially planned to visit Riverside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tandoor&lt;/span&gt; but since it was non-halal, things had to be changed. Now contemplating between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; and Magic Wok. Frankly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt; sucks! I went there once, that was my first and last time. The service is bad, the food is not so fresh, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt;.. God Damn it! So rowdy and crowded. My mum said Riverside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tandoor&lt;/span&gt; is very good. Excellent Service, Great Food, Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; and Reasonable pricing. I shall make an attempt to go and try it out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VISA Platinum's Concierge is really efficient. This was the first time I am engaging their services. Or should I say, complementary services? Since it was a headache initially to find places which served halal-indian buffet, I thought, why let the service be idle! "Criteria Match: Indial Rst. Halal, Buffet. Less than $20/pax. Non-smoking environment. Suitable for group events." "Date / Time: 11/7/07; 7pm". They replied, acknowledging receipt of my request and started actions to follow-up immediately! This is what I call quality service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrifty person. I am not one who spends money like water. I have less than $10 in my wallet at any one time. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;when it comes to buying things, I make sure I buy quality things. And it's usually the expensive stuff. E.g. Ice-Cream. I don't usually buy ice-cream from any places. I eat quality stuffs like New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zealand's&lt;/span&gt; All-Natural, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Venezia&lt;/span&gt; and Ben and Jerry's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I mean, it's really no point spending money on stuff which are of low quality right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&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/8397568-2047997894197853332?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2047997894197853332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2047997894197853332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2047997894197853332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2047997894197853332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-meenas-blog-got-flagged-security.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-5331986025637329465</id><published>2007-07-03T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:52:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Love Me" had indeed touched my heart. Not only that song, but many others, "Right Here Waiting", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt; gonna change my Love for you", "I can't play the songs", "The one that you Love", many others - that we have listened together and reflected upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why did I choose to post "Love Me" lyrics instead of the rest? No bias reason; but rather, it's something inspirational&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; and emotional.&lt;/span&gt; As I wrote "The Sentiments of Love", which I began long ago and only resumed recently, many different kinds of feelings started to pour in. I have lost two most important people in my Life. They entered, and Left; without erasing the memories and footprints they left in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really do not want to let anyone down. That's the reason why I chosed to remain where I am, what I am, today. I am so afraid history would repeat by itself, the heart-breaking process and experiencing the emotional changes again. I swore, until I really meet my true significant half, I will fully concentrate on my academics and career first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Until my next entry, I will continue writing my own Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-5331986025637329465?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5331986025637329465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=5331986025637329465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5331986025637329465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5331986025637329465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-me-had-indeed-touched-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2801370299607442007</id><published>2007-07-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:48:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three. Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. He said,"Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago, Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever. But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead. Of her, I found this letter, and this is what it said, "If you get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through; I don't know how long I'll be. But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away. In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray. I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years; But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through; I don't know how long I'll be. But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, me. Between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This song - Love Me by Collin Raye was introduced to me by one of my classmates in Secondary 3. I must say, all the songs that I hear, belongs to the Sentimental and Love genre. I just simply cannot tolerate those songs which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KPKB&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All the songs that I have spoke about, be it in Chinese or English, all left a very deep footprint in my Life. And, I believe, it would definitely stay till the end of my Life too. Why? The reason is simple - The person who got me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with the songs, have once been part of my Life. They (2 of them) became an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; part of my Life, and I have this sense of gratitude towards them. Till today, they were never once forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will continue in the next section of the blog... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-2801370299607442007?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2801370299607442007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2801370299607442007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2801370299607442007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2801370299607442007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-read-note-my-grandma-wrote-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2502591206656150277</id><published>2007-07-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:29:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blast It! Screw It! Both the NETS Commission Charge, GST hike and Common Test can jolly kiss my Posterior End for all I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week's common test - all had NOT gone well and in my way as expected. So many careless mistakes; and so many grey areas that was tested. Frankly, I don't think Singapore's education system is really that fantastic afterall. Singapore's perspective of success = Paper-Success. Unlike the western culture, experience, attitude would determine your aptitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking 6 module per semester isn't a joking matter. Why can't we have more hands-on projects like SBM? No common test, but have projects instead. And, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS ARE NOT JUST WHAT YOU CAN REMEMBER; IT'S WHAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND!&lt;/span&gt; So please, god damn it, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP TESTING EVERYTHING THAT IS BASED ON MEMORY-WORK. &lt;/span&gt;Design those testscripts of yours like Marketing and/or AK's Industrial Micro! At least, there were case study and we must apply what we learn; not regurgitate all that was in the lecture (like HBD)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBD = Horribly Boring and Detestable!&lt;br /&gt;MBT = Mind Blowing Topic (from Andrew =D)&lt;br /&gt;MLS = Rawks my life la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-2502591206656150277?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2502591206656150277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2502591206656150277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2502591206656150277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2502591206656150277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/07/blast-it-screw-it-both-nets-commission.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8033099529717137609</id><published>2007-06-21T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:06:54.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COMMON TEST REALLY BLOWS MY MIND! It simple sucks to the core! On top of that, I haven't really remember all those facts and figures on those topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, my LCD tv finally arrived. The clarity and sharpness really surpasses the normal CTV; power consumption is also lesser than that. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received news that on the 8th that there will be a primary school gathering! Simple unbelieveable la! After a wholly 5 -6? years? I'll be looking forward to that too!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love you so deeply, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of your voice, and the way we touch.&lt;br /&gt;I love your kind, thoughtful way.&lt;br /&gt;The joy you bring, to my life everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I love you today, as I have from the start.&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you forever, with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, no more updates till that damn blardy CT is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8033099529717137609?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8033099529717137609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8033099529717137609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8033099529717137609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8033099529717137609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/common-test-really-blows-my-mind-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-7178646262614587301</id><published>2007-06-17T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:07:14.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An extract of which I read and I reflected upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is the source of life. Within the twelve links of interdependent orgination is 'grasping' or 'attachment' and we are in this cycle of death and rebirth because of attachment and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship and love does not mean just the love between men and women, but also between parents and children, friends, siblings, a person and his country and so on. These are all expression of love. Even a person's hobby is also a special feeling, a kind of love.Everyone needs love but there is polluted love, pure love, possessive love and sacrificial love. Emotions are like water. There is an old adage, 'A raft is carried by water but can also be capsided by it'. We should therefore handle our emotions with care.Nobody belong to another person, not even his/her beloved. It is not possible to own a person totally, nor is there any assurance that one will never lose the beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The sacred truth of relationship lies in having no expectations. Loving a person means not wanting or excpecting anything from the person you love. When you love a person, you are willing to treat him/her well because you feel happy doing so. Why should we be w/o expectations in relationships? This is becaouse we cannot always give the other anything expect love. Why does love seem to become a burden for some in the end? The main reason is that we think that love means possessing the other person.In reality, it is not possible to be totally of one mind with another. There are things you enjoy doing together, and also things that you do independently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is giving, and not taking. It is not calculative, because in the first place, you were born having nothing. The strength of love can make people forget everything. Conditional love could be so petty that it would not tolerate even a single grain of sand. When you are able to love, don't give it up easily. Do not harbour regrets or waste the present moment. Have dreams of the future. Happiness is not in having a lot but in not being calculative.You cannot control the weather, but you can control your moods and play your role to the best of your ability. To be happy, one should cherish what one has and forget about what you don't have. Greed is the real poverty, contentment is real wealth. You can use love to enjoy the world but also lose it all with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey! Doesn't this sound like one of my previous entries - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/meaning-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/meaning-of-love.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-7178646262614587301?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/7178646262614587301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=7178646262614587301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7178646262614587301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/7178646262614587301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/extract-of-which-was-read.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-4826997092506655830</id><published>2007-06-13T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:38:26.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RDC</title><content type='html'>RDC - Recruitment Drive Camp 2007. Another project by SCL. It's ultimatum was to "harvest" potential ExCos and Committee Members. So far, so good; there were no major screw-ups though. WELL DONE, SCL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the photos when finalised. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, performance by grp 8 rawks - Misadventures of Snow White?! SPASTIC!~ It was so darn funny till I got muscle spasms in my stomach. haha. Cast: Alvin, Myself, Lucas, Shangfeng, Audrey, Andrew, Atiqah, Meena, Yamon, Wyd, Delia, Joyce, Peiying, and, Narrator - Karen! OF COURSE, NOT FORGETTING THE WITCH FROM MUMBAI - MILAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-4826997092506655830?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/4826997092506655830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=4826997092506655830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4826997092506655830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/4826997092506655830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/rdc.html' title='RDC'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-2402344134728692480</id><published>2007-06-11T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:20:32.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL Ref</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In order to write further, the only way was to indulge myself back in the memories of yester-years. Complementing it, would be reopening my personal story, "The Sentiments of Love". As I slowly read through from chapter 1, it all seemed like all that had happened was just yesterday. Everytime it happens; I have tried controlling my emotions, I really did. No doubt, I do have a reasonable high EQ, but does this have to happen everytime I reminisce about the past? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The past - It was indeed a beautiful tale; A fairytale that happened so magically to me then. It had superceded any expected, possible conformations that could take place during that period. It was just indescribable. Imagine that - From a personal confidante to whom someone I truly had feelings for. How would I have expected something so magical, so coincidental to have bore fruits of the future? Everytime I play that song, read that note; it would seemed like a thousand knives being pierced into my heart! That feeling is still so adamant of leaving my memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is just full of impermanence, so full of uncertainties. I promised myself not to live in the shadow of the past; have I done so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-2402344134728692480?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/2402344134728692480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=2402344134728692480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2402344134728692480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/2402344134728692480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/sol-ref.html' title='SOL Ref'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115741941189689955</id><published>2007-06-09T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:29:20.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oceans apart day after day. And I slowly go insane. I hear your voice on the line, But it doesn't stop the pain. If I see you next to never, How can we say forever? Wherever you go, Whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you. I took for granted, all the times, That I though would last somehow. I hear the laughter, I taste the tears But I can't get near you now. Can't you see it baby? You've got me goin' CrAzY! Wherever you go, Whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you. I wonder how we can survive, This romance, But in the end if I'm with you I'll take the chance. Oh, can't you see it baby? You've got me goin' cRaZy! Wherever you go, Whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, the above text might have been copied and edited. But nevertheless, this is one way which I can relate my feelings. Everytime I try to forget her, and I always fail. Perhaps the bonding and misses have been strongly deep-rooted in me. I miss her, I really do. But only I will know. All these, though I've considered, I'll still pursue. So what if the time is short? So what if other people come to know about it? I do not mind. Does she? I do not know. All that I know is that, the AMOUNT time that we spend if we are ever together, does not play the major priority in life. At least it once happened, and it has truly touched our hearts. Love, cannot be measured using time, but only the devotion within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~~Some things in life catches your eye, but very few things in life catches you heart ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115741941189689955?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115741941189689955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115741941189689955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115741941189689955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115741941189689955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/oceans-apart-day-after-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-3572808994125191282</id><published>2007-06-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:05:50.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RmfXoRlsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bhJRI9P4OSk/s1600-h/IMAGE_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073260592172370034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RmfXoRlsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bhJRI9P4OSk/s200/IMAGE_00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RmfXhhlsCGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SZQVuiCn-sA/s1600-h/IMAGE_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073260476208253026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RmfXhhlsCGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SZQVuiCn-sA/s200/IMAGE_00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RmfXXRlsCFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6j13VUADBTg/s1600-h/IMAGE_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saw that? Gradient Centrifugation! Looks cool huh.. hahas. Done by using different concentrations of sucrose solutions and spinning it at high speeds. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally lent Darren "Destiny's Cries"; hope he would know how to utilise it properly yea? Ehs, don't you spoil or misplace my book! I will stuff your Anterior Twins up your Posterior End if it happens... =D&lt;/span&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/8397568-3572808994125191282?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/3572808994125191282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=3572808994125191282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3572808994125191282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/3572808994125191282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/saw-that-gradient-centrifugation-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RmfXoRlsCHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bhJRI9P4OSk/s72-c/IMAGE_00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-115741863908981116</id><published>2007-06-07T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:28:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To put it simply, find a song which truly depicts what you are feeling right now, be it happy or sad. View the lyrics and devotedly comprehend your reflection. As for me, I've choses "Only an Ocean Away - Sarah Brightman" cos it really reflects what I am feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The numbers beside the paragraphs are known as hai-kus?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only An Ocean Away (A grieving song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 = I see a shadow every day and night. I walk a hundred streets of neon lights, Only when I'm crying. Can you hear me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 = So many times you always wanted more, Chasing illusions that you're longing for. Wish I wasn't crying. Can you hear me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 = There's an ocean between us. You know where to find me. You reach out and touch me. I feel you in my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 = More than a lifetime. Still goes on forever. But it helps to remember You're only an ocean away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 = Was there a moment when I felt no pain. I want to feel it in my life again. Let it be over now. Oh Oh over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 = 'Cause I remember all the days and nights We used to walk the streets of neon lights Oh I want you here with me. Oh be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 = There's an ocean between us. You know where to find me. You reach out and touch me. I feel you in my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 = More than a lifetime Still goes on forever. But it helps to remember You're only an ocean away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 = So many times you always wanted more, Chasing illusions that you're longing for. Wish I wasn't crying. Can you hear me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 = There's an ocean between us. You know where to find me. Just reach out and touch me. I feel you in my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 = More than a lifetime It seems like forever. But I'll always remember You're only an ocean away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 = Only an ocean away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Genre 1, 6:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I see my own shadow while I take a stroll down a streets of neon lights (alone). The shadow represents me, my character and my reflections. It shows that while I walk down the lane of Neon Lights, in deep thoughts, mostly thinking of the unhappy past while I handle the present. Given that Neon Lights comprimises of the many different luminous colours with inert gases, the complexity of the situation is much more that what I can handle. Crying over the mistake I made, it is too late for salvation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Genre 2, 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; She wished me happiness but I can't hold my tears. Trickling slowly down my cheeks, I try to contain the sense of desolation in my heart. Unfortunately, I failed. We had always wanted to be together but Providence denied this relationship. Chasing the illusions that we pictured, sitting under the sunset, leading a normadic life we both preceived. Filled with love and serenity and tranquility, we live the rest of our lives in the meadows up the mountain high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Genre 3, 7, 10:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's an ocean between us means that there is still a clear line of difference in our character and spiritual being. Much as we wanted to defy the Heaven's the continue being connected spiritually, Love leads the way. When we both reach out our hands to hold on to the futuristic goal, we were clear of our divinations that the Lord had dictated. Nevertheless, we are still able to feel the strong bond of Love that we share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Genre 4, 8, 11:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;More than a lifetime, regardless of past, present or the future. No cycles of reincarnation would do us part. No doubt, we are seperated but "ONLY" an ocean away. "Only" depicts that we are close spiritually also trying to overcome that distance between us. Distance was not a factor in our hearts, that's that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Genre 5:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time was passing minute by minute, feelings were fading second by second. What ever that matters did not have an impact on me anymore! However, I still loved her, though my mind tells otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... I'll end here... I can't find anything more to fill in liao.. bye!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115741863908981116?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115741863908981116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115741863908981116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115741863908981116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115741863908981116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-entry-i-want-to-cover-literary.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8147766513276305909</id><published>2007-06-05T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:19:22.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only an Ocean Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have loved this song for a long time.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was there a moment when I felt no pain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel it in my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I remember all the days and nights;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to walk the streets of neon lights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an ocean between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reach out and touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a lifetime; It seems like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll always remember - You're only an ocean away... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=== ("v")-ing you always ===&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the special one that is in my ("v"). You know who you are though. There are certain things that need not be spelt out so straightforwardly. As long as you know I have you, and you have me for support and pillar of strength in future, nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8147766513276305909?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8147766513276305909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8147766513276305909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8147766513276305909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8147766513276305909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-ocean-away.html' title='Only an Ocean Away'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-5182609093460366714</id><published>2007-06-05T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:05:06.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/6/7</title><content type='html'>Nice Date today huh, 05/06/07! My timetable is all hay-wire; My biological clock isn't functioning properly! And, that sucks! So much for being a year 2. Still remembered what those seniors (present year 3s) said, "Your timetable would be so packed till you wished you had the same for year1s where there are long breaks!" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT HOLY CRAPPY LOGIC IS THAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For past weeks, that stupid timetable of mine had so many blanks in between! WTH! Yea, but one thing that they said coincides with mine&lt;/span&gt; - THERE ARE SO MANY FREAKING BLARDY REPORTS &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to be completed. Anyway,  just two words to describe school and its modules -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;INTERESTINGLY BORING!~ except for... ... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My driving practical test would be on the 29/10. God bless me that I pass! lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-5182609093460366714?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/5182609093460366714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=5182609093460366714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5182609093460366714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/5182609093460366714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/567.html' title='5/6/7'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-678178064403917583</id><published>2007-06-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:17:26.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UOBAM</title><content type='html'>bOrInG!~!~!~ 2 days not doing any academic and school stuff. Good and Bad in some ways. Today, a Sunday, an exceptional Sunday? In the sense that I did not touch a single report! woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... Went to the UOB @ Rivervale to open an Investment Account under the UOBAM. Of course, as usual also, I went to invest in the "United Enhanced Income Fund". Sounds good to me too. But that Personal Banker of mine wasn't that up to standard than that of Maybank's. Well, that fund, not capital guaranteed, but it yields 10% interests per annum. On top of that, if the fund performs well, extra dividends would be given. =D I guess, everything has its risks and benefits. At least, my time in UOB was well spent during the holidays!  Btw, I've gotten my Platinum Card already!! That rawks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to Common Test; I haven't started studying. The modules are just so content heavy. SOME of those darn lectures are boring me off the chair too! Come off it, no point doing those stupid and useless feedback at the end of the semester when you see no improvements! arigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-678178064403917583?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/678178064403917583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=678178064403917583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/678178064403917583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/678178064403917583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/06/uobam.html' title='UOBAM'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8900572989173238939</id><published>2007-05-30T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:03:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCLLS BLog Competition</title><content type='html'>WAH! SCL(LS) got Blog competition arh! Don't tell me the funding comes from us! I'll slaughter them if I find out! =D &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S$200.00 CASH&lt;/span&gt; seems good. Though small amount; but I can really do loads with it. As it is, one of my bank accounts are below the $500.00 average balance, after deduction for investment purposes? $200.00 can do wonders for me! Pay for my driving lessons for a month; Lunch for 2 months; etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, "Share any interesting events on the campus, CCAs, school activities, friends, news and so on. " How on earth am I doing to do that? Andrew and I "debated".. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That smart-ass actually said to Write tips on How To Score As for Lab Reports for the juniors! Quite viable. But that eliminates the main purpose for blogging. I mean, blogging should be all about your personal feelings, personal perceptions, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHH!!! S$200.00 CASH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8900572989173238939?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8900572989173238939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8900572989173238939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8900572989173238939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8900572989173238939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/sclls-blog-competition.html' title='SCLLS BLog Competition'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-1073033127618482426</id><published>2007-05-30T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:09:58.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBT Prac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/Rlzcg9XFGpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/28ZFD48VPJg/s1600-h/100_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070169739297626770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/Rlzcg9XFGpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/28ZFD48VPJg/s320/100_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHA! I didn't expect to clone my cells for MBT! =X yea, cloned, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;without gene of interest&lt;/span&gt;! WTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those blue dots?! At least, my cells grew.. =D Not like most of the groups, there was no growth at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, those who got their bands for the Gel Electrophoresis did not get any growth! So you know, I was those who did not get any bands afterall! GOD IS KIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I really don't mind having more practical sessions and LESS lectures. However, report writing really sucks to the core!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-1073033127618482426?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1073033127618482426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1073033127618482426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1073033127618482426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1073033127618482426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/mbt-prac.html' title='MBT Prac'/><author><name>ad</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/Rlzcg9XFGpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/28ZFD48VPJg/s72-c/100_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-1928060398959672864</id><published>2007-05-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:54:02.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Cries Summary</title><content type='html'>Another of my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Cries... Who have read this story before? Well, if you have, I'm sure you know of what I'm going to post now. We write our own destiny? Who agrees with that? Is fate equal destiny or coincidence? If you were to ask me, I truly believe that the above-mentioned are inter-related, by whatever reasons. Having read "Destiny Cries", I've only realised that "Love" wasn't all about time, but rather the feelings within. How are we so sure then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I mean True Love, can be only lasting for one day, but the feelings which emerged are for what seem an eternity, finding it would be one in a million. In a nutshell, the joy within the relationship is more important, as comparing with the duration of it. A couple may have known each other for more than a decade, but would only realise their differences after a decade and one day, thus leading to a separation. Isn't it a little sad and a pity? Many would say yes, but I beg to differ. So what if they broke up a day after that decade? The fact remains that, the time spent within that decade was a fruitful, unforgettable and a meaningful one. Of course, Time isn't the key to a successful relationship. It was always about the feelings felt. So what is it's 10 years, 20 years, or even a millennium? As long as the feeling dissipates, the flame would soon die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a little contradictory on the whole, but think of it rationally. Why bother how long it can last? Might as well, devote yourself totally to the present, writing your own destiny? Obviously, the longer the relationship lasts, it only proves the stronger the feelings innate. People always say, "IF", "Providence decrees" or "Fate", to what extent do they understand the complexity of these words? I personally do not believe in fate; I've always believe in going the way destiny paves the path. I do not pray for things to come my way; I always pray that I'll be able to do the things that come my way. Understand the difference? We write our own destiny, the Heaven's above only predicts. If you want it to happen, you can, with determination and willpower. Heaven paved 50% of our roads or for things to happen, but the only difference that can be made is by YOU! Be it to continue the road of the remaining 50%, leading a life of happiness or bitterness, is all up to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I do not seek the purest understanding from all. It's only my perception. To those who read, it's a mutual understanding that "to each its own". Our happiness is only for us to grasp. No one, except yourself, would be able to create YOUR OWN DESTINY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-1928060398959672864?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/1928060398959672864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=1928060398959672864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1928060398959672864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/1928060398959672864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/destinys-cries-summary.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Cries Summary'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-8944592370541075908</id><published>2007-05-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:03:28.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new address / restoration</title><content type='html'>Long time...since I last logged into to Blogger. I did not even realised that the username and password has been merged with Google. Perhaps, this is life. All about transiency, impermanence, blah blah blah. Who knows? Blogger being bought over by Google? Anyway, that does not concern me, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is and was tough. So many reports, so many SCL matters. Really, I wasn't in any mood at all to pen my thoughts until, I SAW HER! =D Been so busy that I had little time to breathe. Therefore, I have decided. SLOW DOWN! "Take a good look at your surroundings, perhaps you'd just realise how beautiful this world and life is!" This entry, dated, I shall have many more in weeks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, how beautiful this world is! Or should I rephrase, how coincidental things in this world can be! I have seen her not once, not twice, but a wholly FIVE times in a single day! OMG! Yes, I still do not know her name. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At least, I know she is from School of Business Mgmt, Year 2 at that. Of course, needless to say, she was not any girl-next-door that I would assume.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was DEFINITELY a decendant from heaven, an angel's reincarnate, an acme of perfection and of all, a paragon of virtue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Well, whatever will be, will be. The future's not for us to see and predict; it's for us to create and perfect. GOD! I am so filled with inspiration today! Read, think, penned. Here's it for this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have u ever missed someone and felt terrible because u think tat he/she doesn't miss u?&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a terrible but at the same time, sweet feeling. U will be sitting around wondering if u meant anything to him/her. Thinking if he/she ever cares about u. Rushing to the phone once it rings hoping that it's him/her. Looking out of the window hoping that he/she will surprise u by appearing downstairs. Sitting in front of the television but thinking of her missing the final episode of your favourite show. Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u wen out together. Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again, talking about everything, your dreams, plans, future. Logging on to the internet hoping to seehim/her online. When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not return your page, u will start worrying if he/she is okay. Missing someone is a way of growing up, I guess. It exposes u to loneliness. It teaches u how to cope with being lonely and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone. U know that u really care and u indulge in the feeling of loving/caring for him/her. But missing someone and not knowing if he/she is feeling the same is terrible. U feel as if u are being left alone. So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let them know. At the same time, ask if they miss u? Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoid. If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know if u miss him/her too, tell them. Don't let them wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-nicholas, 28/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-8944592370541075908?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/8944592370541075908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=8944592370541075908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8944592370541075908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/8944592370541075908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-address-restoration.html' title='my new address / restoration'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-6398136238797532810</id><published>2007-01-02T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:45:18.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RlzV8dXFGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N2It_VfIgoQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070162515162634882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RlzV8dXFGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N2It_VfIgoQ/s320/IMAGE_00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I know what to do whenever there is free time in-between lessons! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, E-Learning Plaza or ELP has now been officially named as E-Learning Arcade, ELA. This "aquisition" took place when we realised that the last 2 rows of the NEW ELA had been so-called hijacked. Games, MSN can now all be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to do it? hmm... shh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-6398136238797532810?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/6398136238797532810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=6398136238797532810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/6398136238797532810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/6398136238797532810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2007/01/ela.html' title='ELA'/><author><name>ad</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZIAR0udqNuw/RlzV8dXFGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N2It_VfIgoQ/s72-c/IMAGE_00097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8397568.post-116070159734193699</id><published>2006-10-13T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:06:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning Diary! Long time no see huh... God knows why, I suddenly had the urge to blog this morning. I have just passed 6 weeks of my holidays not doing anything! OMG! Afterall, school's starting next Monday. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, I am gonna relinquish my position as Chairperson and pass it on to someone else. I already have someone in mind, but it still depends on majority vote. That would mean that I do not have to bother about Administration anymore!! yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, I was selected to sit on NYP's School of Chemical and Life Sciences Exco as Vice-President. duh~ Tough job of bringing SCL up again. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I was officialiated as NYP's Ambassador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's gonna be a tough year for me ahead. On top of that, I still have to organise 1 event to be held for whole of SCL! Headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes from the heart; Compassion comes from wisdom. Love is selfish; Compassion is selfless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-116070159734193699?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/116070159734193699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=116070159734193699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/116070159734193699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/116070159734193699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-morning-diary-long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115918863374685721</id><published>2006-09-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:50:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is Life? To me, Life is something that we all should treasure. Everything around us can be considered as illusions. Why do I say this? Whatever that has a beginning, has an end. Life always start from the beginning. No one's Life would start from the end. This is the reason why we seldom or rarely predict events or happenings correctly. This is also why our age increases, not decreases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;１．时间一切法，原起原灭．&lt;br /&gt;２．一切有伪法，如梦幻泡影．如露亦如电，应作如思观．&lt;br /&gt;３．岂能尽如人意，但求无愧我心。&lt;br /&gt;４．是日已过，命则随减；如少水鱼，斯有何乐？大众！当勤精进，如解头燃。但念无常，慎勿放逸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some buddhist might have heard of the above. Well, to those who have not, the above mentioned contains a very sacred meaning, a very true, practical way of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;１．时间一切法，原起原灭． -   Everything that is existent in this world would come to an end. All that follows Mother Nature would eventually disintegrate. 原起原灭 - 原来起发；原来死灭．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115918863374685721?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115918863374685721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115918863374685721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115918863374685721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115918863374685721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-life-to-me-life-is-something.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115814595743754414</id><published>2006-09-20T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:04:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ytd's the release of Examination Results!! hahas... It determines if I am proceeding or staying. =D Well, here are my results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Molecular Biotechnology - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Chemistry - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Inorganic Chemistry - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mathematics - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbiology A - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication Skills - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Primer in Biomed Engg (elective) - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primer in Alt Medicine (elective) - B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sianded... Next Semester SARKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115814595743754414?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115814595743754414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115814595743754414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115814595743754414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115814595743754414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/ytds-release-of-examination-results.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115741933931689654</id><published>2006-09-07T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:09:31.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unselfish Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of him. Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained. She did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle. Therefore she had chosen to leave him. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again, he can take some of those back with him. Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever. The guy just wept. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right besides her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again. Hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you; for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why either, just feel that this is a very valuable lesson to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115741933931689654?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115741933931689654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115741933931689654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115741933931689654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115741933931689654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/unselfish-love-there-was-once-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115733117882117226</id><published>2006-09-04T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:52:58.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Freak it! If you really want to know what I think about Love, read the bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has many faces—selfish or unconditional, defiled or pure, finite or infinite, and vulgar or transcendent. Love is an instinct. It can give us strength and hope, but it must comply with morality and law for it to be invaluable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everything would be impossible if there were no love. We need love in order to have broad affinities with others and a heart of gold. There must be love between husband and wife, parents and children, and between friends. We must strive to be like a bodhisattva, who has loving kindness and compassion for all beings. There would be no order or morality if there were no love, because love maintains our personal relationships and establishes the differences between friends and families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a one-way street. True love is not a possession; it is a sacrifice. If we truly love someone, we must help him or her to accomplish everything in life and wish him or her the best of luck. However, we must have some discretion with love. There must be differentiation among the objects of our love. Truth, justice, and goodness should be on the top of our list, whereas lies, injustice, and evil should always be excluded. We should also strive to broaden the scope of our love. The objects of our love should not only include our loved ones, our country, our world, and the peace of our race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looking at today's society, we see few examples of true love. What we see are distortions and abuses of love. Instead of true love, there is lust and greed. Without good causes and conditions, love can instigate crime; it can bring harm to us, as well as to others. For example, misplaced love between men and women can result in adultery or illicit affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In order to have long-lasting love, we must first cultivate good causes and conditions. We must learn to have the right kind of love, love that can lead to the fulfilment of truth, beauty and goodness. In true love, we must use compassion to purify the objects of our love. In true love, we must use wisdom to lead our loved ones in the right direction. In true love, we must use kindness and goodness to help others accomplish their goals. In true love, we must use morality to protect every living being. Since the meaning of life comes from love, we must use true and purified love to dignify this wonderful world of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115733117882117226?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115733117882117226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115733117882117226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115733117882117226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115733117882117226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/meaning-of-love.html' title='meaning of love'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115727075955339348</id><published>2006-09-03T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:05:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taste of missing someone</title><content type='html'>Have u ever missed someone and felt terrible because u think tat he/she doesn't miss u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a terrible but at the same time, sweet feeling. U will be sitting around wondering if u meant anything to him/her. Thinking if he/she ever cares about u. Rushing to the phone once it rings hoping that it's him/her. Looking out of the window hoping that he/she will surprise u by appearing downstairs. Sitting in front of the television but thinking of her missing the final episode of your favourite show. Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u wen out together. Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again, talking about everything, your dreams, plans, future. Logging on to the internet hoping to seehim/her online. When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not return your page, u will start worrying if he/she is okay. Missing someone is a way of growing up i guess. It exposes u to loneliness. It teaches u how to cope with being lonely and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone. U know that u really care and u indulge in the feeling of loving/caring for him/her. But missing someone and not knowing if he/she is feeling the same is terrible. U feel as if u are being left alone. So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let them know. At the same time, ask if they miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoid. If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know if u miss him/her too, tell them. Don't let them wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115727075955339348?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115727075955339348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115727075955339348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115727075955339348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115727075955339348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/09/taste-of-missing-someone.html' title='The taste of missing someone'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115676822150469563</id><published>2006-08-28T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:42:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>HEY!! Exams.. ONE MORE PAPER!! hahas... So happy sia~ Today was Physical Chemistry. Couldn't do a few MCQs (maybe about 5 or so?), but managed to scrape through Sec B la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Subjects&lt;/span&gt; ..................... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;% of Passing&lt;/span&gt; ...... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;% of a B or Higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Molecular Biotech .................. 95% ............................. 45%&lt;br /&gt;Physical Chemistry .............. 100% ............................ 70%&lt;br /&gt;Inorganic Chemistry .............90% .............................. 65%&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics ......................... 95% ........................... &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MicroBiologyA ...................... NA ..................................NA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comm. Skills ....................... 100% .............................. 75% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alternative Medicine .......... 85% ............................ &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BioEngineering ................... 100% .............................. 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are what I estimated la... Hope would be better, not for worse la... Calculated based on what I know and do not know during the exams... hahas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/8397568-115676822150469563?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115676822150469563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115676822150469563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115676822150469563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115676822150469563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/exams_28.html' title='exams'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115624755427198249</id><published>2006-08-22T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:52:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" You were never once forgotten;&lt;br /&gt; And still thinking of you till I'm ill-stricken.&lt;br /&gt; No one could have ever replaced you;&lt;br /&gt; For the sky will always remain blue.&lt;br /&gt; Though we are now through;&lt;br /&gt; My love for you has always been true.&lt;br /&gt; Forgive, Forget, Letting go;&lt;br /&gt; I know, it ain't easy doing so.&lt;br /&gt; Whatever happen was due to my selfishness;&lt;br /&gt; Here I am, asking for forgiveness...   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Nicholas @ 22/08/2006; 1946hrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read this, I just want you to know, you have always been the one in my mind. I tried forgetting you, remembering someone else. I failed. My last words for you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesteryear, you've created a deep impact in me that no one has ever removed. You will always be the one, now, forever... If Providence decrees, let this continue till eternity. Be it this life, next life or kalpas from now, I never want to lose you again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115624755427198249?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115624755427198249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115624755427198249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115624755427198249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115624755427198249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/dedi.html' title='dedi'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115616229299425895</id><published>2006-08-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:11:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math</title><content type='html'>Today was Math paper. wha... really re-enactment of GCE O Levels man! Same feeling, same layout, only that we were not in school uniform la... hahas. well, should not be a problem to pass the paper but it's only difficult to score well. hais. 25 marks gone with the wind. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, wednesday would be inorganic chemistry... gotta try my best liao... hahas. anyway, what is isomerism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same chemical formula / composition but with different arrangement of atoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115616229299425895?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115616229299425895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115616229299425895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115616229299425895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115616229299425895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/math.html' title='math'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115599604367612785</id><published>2006-08-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:00:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so crushed. It was the first time in my life that I felt this way. WHY?! Well, I sincerely hope that it would be better this way, for the both of us too. Perhaps it's retribution for me. For those who have known me since Pri6 and those from Sec 1 to 4 buddies, I needn't spell further. Through this period till now, I do not know of how many "papers" I signed, as claimed by one of my brothers in NCHS... =D Nothing to be proud of too la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming. I pray that I would be able to at least get a B in everything. Because, this is the only time that I did not really put effort into my work. hais. I just could not find the concentration too la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to re-cap what was taught the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Physical Chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;Thermodynamics, Thermochemistry, Gases, pH acids bases, Equilibrium, Electrochem, Radioactivity. yea, should be about there... Formulas? Theories? Practicals? ahhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Inorganic Chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really scored well in this la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MicroBiology A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CRAPS! MYCOLOGY SARKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE PRACTICALS!!&lt;/span&gt; wohoos!~ lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115599604367612785?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115599604367612785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115599604367612785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115599604367612785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115599604367612785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-felt-so-crushed.html' title=''/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115587631086627953</id><published>2006-08-18T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:45:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>COME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 August, Please arrive faster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST START STUDYING!!! ARIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115587631086627953?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115587631086627953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115587631086627953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115587631086627953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115587631086627953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115563545966760088</id><published>2006-08-15T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:50:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying behind the doors</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a frightening day for me though. I was rushed to SGH's Accident and Emergency Dept at night. I suddenly had difficulty breathing and I could not feel any pulse rate that instant. When I reached SGH, I prayed so hard that nothing would go wrong. On the way in the taxi, Mum tried comforting me in many ways she could. Though I knew she was worried sick too. I myself couldn't believe it too. As she related to me, tears trickled down my cheeks. I only controlled myself from a breakdown. First, Dad left us early last year. Now, this. I prayed that nothing would go wrong in A&amp;E. I could not suffer any more setbacks. I really could not take it anymore. Also, I could not bear to let those around me suffer and worry about me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were utterly surprised that the doctor on duty was Mum's cousin. It came as a shock too ya. An ECG and Radiology was immediately conducted. When I was called in to view the results again, I wasn't even prepared for the worst. Luckily, both reports showed good results and a referral was given by him to the ENT dept. At that point, I was elated with joy. Next was suspected sighness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we went to a reknowned chinese doctor in Chinatown. Have to take his medication for a week and see if there's any improvement. If not, would have to go to ENT for 2nd radiology and laproscopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, or in fact most of the time, I feel that I am the luckiest person on earth to have so many people caring for me and my family. Now, as I pen my thoughts, I could not help but control my tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115563545966760088?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115563545966760088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115563545966760088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115563545966760088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115563545966760088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/crying-behind-doors.html' title='Crying behind the doors'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-115553009126080959</id><published>2006-08-14T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:05:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so freaked out~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's been a long time since I last logged in to pen my thoughts. So many things have happened over the past 2 years, and it has definitely left a very deep impression in me. As I pen this entry, I couldn't help but let tears trickle down my cheek. All sorts of feelings welling up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDUCATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up in a week's time too. Feeling so stressed out over those core modules. Blame it on me of wanting to take up science as my field of study. =S I hope that I have learnt to let go of all my thoughts. I must tell myself that as long as I have done my best, nothing else matters. Afterall, the attitude towards education is the learning process itself, not only results. What Mr. Saifudin said was absolutely correct. So what is you get a PhD? So what is you are only a diploma holder? It lies all in your attitude towards it. Therefore, it is my wish, that even if I do not get the results I expect, may I obtain the knowledge in the process of learning. Many people have the perceived me to be the study-all-day kid, but they should not jump to conclusions in the first place. Do they ever feel pressured since they were in Primary and all the way to Secondary school? I was placed in such an environment that if you lag, you are OUT! Coming to a polytechnic was really a culture shock for me. Perhaps what Ms. Lee said was right, I WAS NEVER SUITED FOR A POLY LIFE! aRiGh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday, while I was at CBBS helping out in the prayers of Ulmbana festival, I suddenly realised the importance of filial piety. It has been two years since I lost 2 very important people in my life. In fact, everyone who has come into part of my life is important, but... As I read through the "Fundamental Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisatvva", many things in life came to light. What your parents' have done for you, from the day you were born, till now, they have never stopped worring for you, planning for you. Never mind your parents' incessant naggings, their countless scoldings or beatings you have endured, just remember that no parent would want their child to be led astray. All that they have done if for their child's own good. Repay their kindness as soon as possible. Every second in life that has passed means that all of us are aging too. Do not wait till everything is too late.&lt;br /&gt;I have used to hate those scoldings from my dad, and I used to scold him behind his back. How I regretted those childish, insolence acts of mine! Now, all I can, is to reminisce about the past. Therefore, my vow before Lord Ksitigarbha would be, to repay all the kindness and love my parents' showered on me even though I know that even many kalpas would not suffice. And, if I fail to accomplish it, may I fall into Avaci after my time. I strongly recommend all people, regardless of whatever religion, to at least read the Filial Piety Sutra ONCE. Just ONCE is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Another person whom I have lost is *her*. I can only blame myself for plight I am in today. She was there for me in my worst moments of my life. She was there to grace me when I fell. She was there to be my pillar of strength in my life. It was my stupidity, my over-cautiousness, my jealousy that led to today's me. She have never bothered about what people said about me, vice versa. How on earth could I have led her down?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, please know that my actions towards you were all part of my stupidity. Here I am, seeking your forgiveness even if it means my life. Whatever may be, may be. What will be, would be. If you have truly found your happiness, be aware that I will always be there for you. I know that it is near impossible for me to return all you have done for me. Please do, should you encounter any difficulties in life, be aware that I shall be there to grace you, to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you once, and now, I will love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You once said nothing is forever, and I agreed. But now, I am going to take back my words of agreeing with you. I believe in eternal bliss. What we possess now, is just a shell. What is more important is the mindful thoughts. Even through thousands of life cycle, I believe in fate and that the connection will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not hoping that I will gain your sympathy. Just know that whatever I said comes from the bottom of my heart. If the day I die, and you chance upon this entry, I will be happy though. All I ask for, is for you to read this entry and this be known... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Love lies in the eyes of the beholder*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-115553009126080959?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/115553009126080959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=115553009126080959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115553009126080959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/115553009126080959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-freaked-out.html' title='i am so freaked out~'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-114757035144503998</id><published>2006-05-14T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:32:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh choo!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I still have not recovered.. hais. Tomorrow wanna play badminton in NYP de.. den now... WTH la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened. All i did was to do projects and lab reports. BoRiNg! Oh ya.. talking about it, i got so FED-UP with them sia! All of them wanna play "politics" lo... Never mind, I shall play my own game, play what I am good at. humph!~ Ask them for answers then they give thousand and one reasons. When I completed mine, they want my report! what the hell is this.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed writing my Forth chapter for SOL, though I feel really glad about it.. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Current Status:&lt;/em&gt;  MicroBiology A - 30%  Inorganic Chem - 50%  IMB - 80%  Phy Chem project - 33%  Primer BioEngg - 30%  Comm. Skills - 10%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-114757035144503998?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114757035144503998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=114757035144503998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/114757035144503998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/114757035144503998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahh-choo.html' title='ahh choo!!!'/><author><name>ad</name><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-8397568.post-114725344786962325</id><published>2006-05-10T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:30:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!</title><content type='html'>yaya... 2 days since I last logged in. Well, I'm feeling darn terrible now! Why?! All wahyudin's fault.. hahas. Now got fever, sore throat and flu. thanks ar, wyd! lols. anyway, i wasn't the only one who got ill la. blehs`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see... ytd de test was CRAP! there goes my A liao. CONFIRM + CHOP! and one more thing! I HATE MS TAY! wahahas. sickening lahs.. Get A liao still can 50% ar?! WTH sia! nothing really interesting went on in poly for the 2 days. yea, lecture's a bore! esp MSAB's Chemical Equilibrium or some kindda shit. who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, surprisingly, i got into A-Team despite the dispute with the president! OMG! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING!!!!! DUN EVER COME TO NYP SIA! hahas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8397568-114725344786962325?l=transient-lifetime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/feeds/114725344786962325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8397568&amp;postID=114725344786962325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/114725344786962325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8397568/posts/default/114725344786962325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transient-lifetime.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring.html' title='BORING!'/><author><name>ad</name><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>
