<?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-9803508</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:57:07.850+08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>hyperamos' world.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hyperamos</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><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-9803508.post-8177621423071916118</id><published>2011-01-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:34:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye on Business (CNA)</title><content type='html'>Just sharing some things read &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/eyeonbusiness/blog/index.htm"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extensive research has been done to find out why employees quit or jump ship. Interestingly it shows that the top reasons employees jump ship are: &lt;strong&gt;to find new opportunities or challenges; get better leadership; have better relations with their immediate superior or manager&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it is interesting because none of the top reasons is about salary increase or bonuses. Yet if you're a business owner, you might think that the biggest reason an employee left to join another company is because the other company is offering a higher salary. The fact is, it is the convenient reason. If they leave because of a better offer that you can't match, then it's really not your fault is it? There's nothing you can do about it. Well, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence, &lt;strong&gt;the biggest reason employees leave is because they feel stuck in a rut&lt;/strong&gt;. They don't see any growth in their future and they feel that there is a lack of leadership in their company. It's a bitter pill to swallow but &lt;strong&gt;that becomes your "fault".&lt;/strong&gt; And the good news is there is something you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The leadership crisis in SMEs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of business owners (including big companies) don't bother about "complicated" management things like leadership because they are focused on making the business work and getting in the sales. But by doing that, they neglect the human resource that they depend on to make their business work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, pay increases and bonuses are wonderful. But the fact is those are not the most important things to your employees. If they are, then they wouldn't be resigning after they receive their bonuses, would they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where there is no vision, the people perish."&lt;/strong&gt; - The Bible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in this case, where there is no vision, employees jump ship. You see, &lt;strong&gt;people want to be a part of something bigger &lt;/strong&gt;than themselves. They want to have a sense of growth. They want to be acknowledged. They want to feel that they matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you research some of the most respected leaders in history, you will find that all of them… let me emphasise that, &lt;strong&gt;all of them&lt;/strong&gt;, not most of them, inspire and rally their followers with a strong and clear vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mohandas Gandhi to John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr to Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew, all of them have very clear and strong visions of what they wanted to achieve. And because of their visions, they were able to attract talent to support their causes and inspire loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, if you take a look at business leaders such as Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Michael Dell, Mark Zuckerberg, and closer to home, Wee Cho Yaw, Olivia Lum, Ho Kwon Ping and many others, they too have &lt;strong&gt;very specific visions that they keep selling&lt;/strong&gt; to their partners, associates and employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a clear vision of your business? Do your employees know about or share your vision? If they do, the next question is do they know what part they can play in your vision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of successful entrepreneurs who actually &lt;strong&gt;attract and retain talent even though they are offering lower salary than their competitors&lt;/strong&gt;. How do they do it? They sold their talent their visions and how they can play an important role in their history making venture. It's a lot like an election campaign. Obama won because he sold the nation the vision of hope and change they can believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, another key ingredient to retaining valuable talent is to make them feel comfortable and happy with their working environment. When they have a strong vision they believe in and they are comfortable and happy with their working environment, they have no reason to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/santqiupage"&gt;Sant Qiu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-8177621423071916118?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8177621423071916118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=8177621423071916118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8177621423071916118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8177621423071916118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2011/01/eye-on-business-cna.html' title='Eye on Business (CNA)'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-8086946516268767827</id><published>2010-07-05T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:00:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteworthy (that's Life...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This time here on this earth is but for a brief few years. In light of eternity, whether we live 1 day, 1 year, 10 years, 20 years, 50 years, or 100 years, really makes little difference. Our purpose is NOT to see how long we can live, how much wealth, fame and material possessions we can accumulate. The fact is, we all will die. Some through natural causes in old age. Some by disease. Some by accidents. Some through war. Regardless of how, we ALL will die one day. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-8086946516268767827?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8086946516268767827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=8086946516268767827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8086946516268767827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8086946516268767827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2010/07/quoteworthy-thats-life.html' title='Quoteworthy (that&apos;s Life...)'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-938697389633755062</id><published>2010-02-10T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:48:38.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should you continue voting for PAP?</title><content type='html'>Haha, read this &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2659703&amp;amp;page=7"&gt;somewhere&lt;/a&gt;, just wanna share(I'm not trying to be political). Funny but true to certain extent :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why should you continue voting for PAP? Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you get to pay 7% GST instead of 5%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and they peg power to the price of oil even when 80% of Singapore's power comes from natural gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP and your CPF money gets lock up for another 3 years more than the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your ministers demanded a 85% pay raises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your job went to a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your neighbors become foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your elderly gets to enjoy the dignity of employment by cleaning toilets, scavenging trash bins for aluminum cans and selling tissue papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your minsters tell you it is your fault that Mas Selemat escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your government would rather lose millions at sinking foreign banks rather than to save you from starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and not only do your ministers literally spit on you, but their scions tell you to "get out of their elite uncaringfaces".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you are amply rewarded with ERPs at your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and Lee Hsien Loong pledged to fix the oppositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you got a Division 3 Prime Minister who needs 2 mentors to hold his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you got a large serving of Mee Siam Mai Hum, at your own expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your salary stayed stagnant for more than a decade while the cost of living shoot sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you see the foreign kids get a place in school while you child get zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you find that your public transport is no longer "public".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your ministers want to house 1,500 foreign workers right smacked in the middle of a peaceful neighborhood without any concerns for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and the government readily reward your men with more hookers than they can ever poked in Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your government happily demands $5000 ang pao from you when your maid runaway or get pregnant even though you had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your government glorify themselves with Olympic sized banners of their ghastly faces to scare away ghosts during the Chinese 7th month, courtesy of your S&amp;amp;C contribution to your town councils which is suppose to go toward making life in your neighborhood better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and they protect the interests of the petrol companies by making you pump 3/4 tank before you cross the causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and they see nothing wrong with fining you for driving a foreign registered car into Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you discover that world-class super talented multi-million dollar minister with all the state resources and manpowers cannot even catch a limping man in this tiny island state after more than half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you realise that your MP's job is not to speak out for you in parliament, but to tell you to tighten the belt, bite the bullet, eat lesser and work longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your kids have to stay with you till 40 years old, as they cannot afford the cheapest "public" housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your government tells you that their interpretation of subsidies is the profit that they forgo making, instead of actually paying part of the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and everyone in Singapore suddenly got elevated to Swiss standard of living, except you, and everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your neighbors can sell your home for you(en-block), whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your organs automatically belongs to the government (HOTA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you have to pay administration fee to use your own money when you are sick (Medisave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and your sons get to spend 2 or more years as free labour in National Service and 13 more years as reservists, so that the foreigners can have a safe country to work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you found out that each of your son is worth $30k, because that is what you are going to get if your son die while serving the foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you get a grand party every year on 9th August celebrating more salaries for PAP. Not everyone is invited though, you will still have to ballot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and they tell you that there is a corner called Hong Lim Park where you can go to talk all you want, other than that, shut up unless you have something nice to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you get a world-bottom "nation-building" press serving you the latest propagandas, regardless of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and in order to buy a car, you have to first pay for a piece of paper that cost more than the car itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You voted for PAP, and you must vote for PAP! You cannot even think about not voting for PAP. Because a certain inaccurate old man said that he will call in the army if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vote for PAP. Read the list above again, and vote for PAP. Go ahead, vote for PAP. More good years eh? Vote for PAP. For Swiss standard of living. Vote for PAP. Mee Siam Mai Hum ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-938697389633755062?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/938697389633755062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=938697389633755062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/938697389633755062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/938697389633755062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-should-you-continue-voting-for-pap.html' title='Why should you continue voting for PAP?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-7079610801650028291</id><published>2009-10-26T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:41:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are just waiting for death</title><content type='html'>Just chance upon this &lt;a href="http://www.weikiat.net/blog/2009/04/07/people-are-just-waiting-for-death/#more-812"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, and feels that it is very relevant to how I feel. Humans have become slaves, to something so worthless yet important in Life, something called money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were young we had dreams. “When I grow up I want to be a magician!” “I want to be an inventor!” “I want to be a doctor!” “I want to be banker like my father!”&lt;br /&gt;I had always believed that this “life” thing that we were all given, was to allow us to use it to pursue happiness and something enjoyable, so life can be lived fulfilling before we become fertilizers for weeds.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I wanted to grow up quickly, to live those dreams and to be successful. That is everyones’ dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;But then as we grow older, dreams were discarded. We are all not free, not free to enjoy life at all.&lt;br /&gt;We humans are slave to many needs, and these are the very needs that were used by authority to bind us.&lt;br /&gt;We have to work to earn money to fulfill our very basic needs. Everything we do, we need money in one way or other to do them. We become slaves to our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Those with money to give are hence able to exploit those who have a empty pocket to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;Customers must be treated with respect. Employer’s requests must be strictly followed. To make life comfortable we need money. To enjoy the service from others we need money. To feed we need money. To love and to have a relationship we need money. To travel we need money.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I always thought that we get to choose our jobs and choose those that are enjoyable for us to do, and while doing these enjoyable jobs we get money as a form of compensation. I thought that job satisfaction was the most important to me as job is something that occupies so much of your life, and most of us probably spend more time at our jobs then at home or with loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into the working world for the first time I only see sadness. The dreams had long been abandoned and there is this certain look on everyone’s face. The look of being imprisoned in a virtual jail. A confinement of the body and soul. There is no dreams or freedom of happiness. Everyone have to force himself or herself to work to have money to survive and to feed and support loved ones. A job, something that you spend most of your life doing, is something that is sad and miserable and the only reason that forces you to continue doing that is money.&lt;br /&gt;The above may not be true for everyone, but it is true for just about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong about this. Because of money we do not live life fulfillingly. We are not really living. A machine operator. A customer service operator. A receptionist. A doctor. A lawyer. A waitress. A sales representative. Is that living? Is that why we were given life? What is our purpose?&lt;br /&gt;There is no purpose for life because at the end of the road, what do we get? Death.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a paradise waiting for us after death, why not get there right now. Why struggle?&lt;br /&gt;If there is no life after death, then why should we not end it now? Why carry on the struggle when sooner or later it comes a day when nothing matters anymore. Just like in a dreamless sleep, we won’t even be aware of our own existence or inexistence. Isn’t that good?&lt;br /&gt;People are just waiting to die. But they are not capable of ending it themselves. When I was young I would always go down with my grandmother when she chit chat and play cards with other old folks living in the same block at the void deck. Day by day, the same seat, the same chat, the same activity. But the headcount gets smaller over the years and it as a fact of life. The remaining ones only asked quietly, “When is my turn?” There is no regret, no sadness, only inevitability. One day there was not enough headcount left for a game of card. They stopped meeting.&lt;br /&gt;When you retire from your job what you get is not freedom but weariness. There is nothing else for you to do except wait for death.&lt;br /&gt;The old man of the elderly couple living next door to me passed away a few years back. The remaining lady passes her time with the 4 walls of her barren flat as her companion, wondering when she will get to join up with her life partner. But she was not able accelerate the process herself.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we value life so much when we are slave to jobs and money. When we have been cheated from young that life is fulfilling and has purpose, just like how we had been scammed about the existence of Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Death is the ultimate reward of our struggle and nothing else. Why work so hard, why delude ourselves that there is a purpose and meaning and happiness when at the end there is only nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;Why does job takes up more than 50% of our life? We live 70 years but we have only really lived for 20. The other 50 years were spent to acquire money to meet basic needs. What took the 50 years away? Money. Jobs. The simple process of those without money selling their body, mind and soul to get some from those with money. 50 years spent this way. What is the purpose?&lt;br /&gt;I want life to be enjoyable again. I want to have a purpose again. I am lost in the desert and I need help. I need someone to guide me back on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show humanity the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-7079610801650028291?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/7079610801650028291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=7079610801650028291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/7079610801650028291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/7079610801650028291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-are-just-waiting-for-death.html' title='People are just waiting for death'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-6853970296270532543</id><published>2009-09-02T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:26:04.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality type</title><content type='html'>Do yours here: &lt;a href="http://www.personalitytest.net/cgi-bin/q.pl"&gt;http://www.personalitytest.net/cgi-bin/q.pl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality type is INTJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitytest.net/types/descriptions/intj.htm"&gt;INTJ: "Scientist"&lt;/a&gt;. Most self-confident and pragmatic of all the types. Decisions come very easily. These are the most independent of all types. They love logic and ideas and are drawn to scientific research. They can be rather single-minded, though.. 1% of the total population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTJs’ precision thinking and need for accuracy causes them to be inflexible at times. Having thought out a strategy, the INTJ may stubbornly disregard those who they think have not spent as much time reflecting on an idea as they have. This, along with their drive to produce something significant, can make them demanding and difficult. If their plans and solutions fall short of their high standards, INTJ's feel pressured — as if everything is on the line. "Everything," for an INTJ, is the competence and ability to produce something significant. Fear of not living up to this expectation will increase their stress and possibly dissuade them from risking or trying out their ideas. They may then find themselves thinking about ideas that do not have a meaningful or productive end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When stress increases, the INTJ can become argumentative and disagreeable. Social interaction, which is not their strength, becomes increasingly difficult for them. Not trusting their own abilities, they become preoccupied with obsessive notions. The INTJ may then find themselves spending an inordinate amount of time fighting horrible thoughts, tempting absurdities, and feelings of worthlessness. Fearful of others recognizing their perceived failure, the INTJ incessantly ruminates about mistakes, inadequacies, weaknesses, ineptness, and incompetence. Because this distracts them from risking what little confidence they may have left in themselves, it therefore keeps them from obtaining the success and achievement they so desperately need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers&lt;br /&gt;This lists represent careers and jobs people of your type tend to enjoy doing. The job requirements are similar to the personality tendencies of your personality type. It is important to remember that this is not a list of all the jobs possible. And it is very important to remember that people can, and frequently do, fill jobs that are dissimilar to their personality... this happens all the time...and sometimes works out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;management consultant&lt;br /&gt;economist&lt;br /&gt;scientist&lt;br /&gt;computer programmer&lt;br /&gt;environmental planner&lt;br /&gt;new business developer&lt;br /&gt;curriculum designer&lt;br /&gt;administrator&lt;br /&gt;mathematician&lt;br /&gt;psychologist&lt;br /&gt;neurologist&lt;br /&gt;biomedical researcher&lt;br /&gt;strategic planner&lt;br /&gt;civil engineer&lt;br /&gt;intellectual properties attorney&lt;br /&gt;designer&lt;br /&gt;editor/art director&lt;br /&gt;inventor&lt;br /&gt;informational-graphics...designer&lt;br /&gt;financial planner&lt;br /&gt;judge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-6853970296270532543?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9803508.post-951510475865352442</id><published>2009-06-06T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:18:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放棄．快樂．幸福</title><content type='html'>看到一篇文章，标题是「真正的快乐是放弃，而不是得到」，真是这样吗？  通常不都是得到的时候才会快乐吗？特别是小时候，拿到压岁钱、领到奖状、得到赞美，都是快乐的记忆，怎么反而真正的快乐是放弃呢？我想，这是针对大人来讲的吧，是对经历过人世沧桑、尝过挫折失败、体会过痛苦滋味的大人讲的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为长大的过程，心也积累了很多包袱，快乐就不像小时候一样如影随形了。这个时候，懂得放弃的人反而快乐，这是不是有那么点哲理呢？今天我们首先就来分享这篇短文，「真正的快乐是放弃，而不是得到」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放弃，你就可以轻装前进。放弃，你就可以摆脱烦恼，摆脱纠缠，整个身心沉浸在轻松悠闲的宁静中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生活有时会逼迫你，不得不交出权力，不得不放走机遇，甚至不得不抛下爱情。你不可能什么都得到，生活中应该学会放弃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放弃会使你显得豁达豪爽。放弃会使你冷静主动，放弃会让你变得更智能和更有力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而，什么应该放弃？放弃失恋带来的痛楚，放弃屈辱留下的仇恨，放弃心中所有难言的负荷；放弃费精力的争吵，放弃没完没了的解释；放弃对权力的角逐，放弃对金钱的贪欲，放弃对名利的争夺……，一切源于自私的欲望，一切恶意的念头，一切固执的观念都应该放弃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，放弃是一种心灵升华后更高境界的一种体现，那么如何才能达到坦然放弃的境界就至关重要，也的确是值得每一个人认真思考的问题。因为她绝不是一种什么技巧或强求，为了达到一种心理的平衡而强迫自己忘掉或变得麻木，回避不是真正的放弃，真正的放弃一定是坦然的，理智的，明明白白的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，真正的快乐是放弃，而不是得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚才这篇文章里提到的放弃，其实应该说放下会更贴切一点，也就是说，是一种跟随着人生智能增长而有的看透和自在，而不是那种迫于情势不得不然的放弃，那样的放弃，是一种含着怨愤的不得已的选择，怎么会快乐呢？如果智能已经到了那一步，对欲望已经看得那么开，自然而然的放弃一些东西，才会是一种快乐的境界吧。接下来再与您分享一篇与快乐、幸福有关的文章，「快乐何必无穷大」。作者是刘心武。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一家房地产开发商把所开发的商品房品牌定为「快乐无穷大」，想来是为了摆脱动辄号称「花园」、「广场」的命名风气，别出心裁，颇为有趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人的生活是否幸福，究竟以什么为衡量的标准？名声？地位？财富？健康？各人取舍不同，当然，也有想「鱼」与「熊掌」兼得的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个生命活体，就其所装载的心理情绪而言，很像一个「五味瓶」。哪五味？酸、甜、苦、辣、咸。这是以味觉打比方，直接说情绪，则是喜、怒、哀、乐、怨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，「五味」的「五」，是很多的意思，人的心理情绪，岂止五种而已。我们常用的词汇里，把人生际遇和心理情绪合起来说的很多：悲欢离合、爱恨情仇、苦乐忧喜、愁怨嗔怒、愉悦舒畅、生死歌哭……。一个健康的生命，他的心理情绪应该是「五味俱全」而又不会「打破瓶子」。如果只保留一味快乐，或者只保留一类喜、乐、悦、畅，不是更好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我个人却以为，那并不好，因为，人活在世上，应该有正义感，而正义常常是与对贪污腐败、邪恶堕落的愤怒、鄙夷、痛心等情绪联系在一起的；一个人如果只知自已快乐，而罔顾他人的不幸，对自已所置身的群体漠不关心，特别是缺乏一份对世界和平、环境保护的忧患情绪，那至少是「缺心眼儿」，不是一个健康美丽的好「瓶子」。以上是从大处说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从小处，自已对自已，毫无愧悔内疚，不能体味怀旧的苦涩，不能氤氲出淡淡的哀愁，不知离别或邂逅时的酸辣，缺乏清夜扪心时的惊悚……。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么，人生很难说是完整的，而没有全方位的人生体验，人生滋味不全，也就很难说获得了多大的幸福。人这个「瓶子」里的「五味」情绪，不应该是均等的，更不应该也不可能僵在那里不波动不翻腾，不互相渗透乃至转化。人的心理情绪的健康，其实也就是把「人生五味」阴阳调和得恰到好处的那么一种状态。这种状态的标志，常常是快乐，特别是「知足常乐」，但也不尽然，也可能是「难得胡涂」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总之，快乐是幸福的必需品，但快乐何必无穷大，因为幸福的滋味不能仅仅是快乐这一种。一位富翁，他刚从美国拉斯韦加斯豪赌回来，便到高级俱乐部约朋友先吃鲍翅燕窝，又在夜总会看巴黎「红磨坊」式的歌舞，然后是泡药浴、洗桑拿，再全身泰式按摩，再吃港式宵夜，凌晨才驾著名车回到他郊区的豪宅，天亮时，人们发现他淹死在宅后的游泳池里了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经警方调查并非他杀，那么是否自杀呢？难以判断。而当他没火化时，与他有关系的一群人已经在为分割其财产而撕破脸争斗了。他彷佛一只气球，把里面的快乐气体膨胀到一定的程度后，就陡然崩溃了。这究竟是快乐死，还是痛苦死？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相比之下，小康人家、知足人士的快乐，比较扎实，也容易持久。那快乐基本上属于「琐屑的生活小乐趣」，比如全家人共享一只刚熟的大西瓜。能把自已的心理情绪控制得恰到好处，该在什么情况下深刻沉重，该在什么情况下轻松幽默，融入性情，自自然然，那状态，才是真正的幸福吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐、幸福是大家都希望拥有的，而快乐幸福的定义却因人而异。如果在追求幸福快乐的路上，觉得累了，是不是停一下脚步，把心沉淀一下，想想您真正要的是什么？您是不是已经拥有了，却还埋头在追求呢？学会放弃、放下，快乐和幸福其实垂手可得。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-951510475865352442?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/951510475865352442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=951510475865352442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/951510475865352442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/951510475865352442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_06.html' title='放棄．快樂．幸福'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-7587595160391023548</id><published>2009-06-04T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:50:10.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>测试一下…你几岁结婚</title><content type='html'>1.受委屈时直言不讳&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到9)  NO(到2)&lt;br /&gt;2.个性任性&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到6)  NO(到3)&lt;br /&gt;3.唱片不喜欢留下指纹&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到7)  NO(到4)&lt;br /&gt;4.早晨太早起不来&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到8)  NO(到5)&lt;br /&gt;5.常和家人一起看电视&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到10)  NO(到9)&lt;br /&gt;6.自己的过错会认真改正&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到14)  NO(到13)&lt;br /&gt;7.用餐时,没人开动就不动手&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到13)  NO(到8)&lt;br /&gt;8.常常粗心大意&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到15)  NO(到11)&lt;br /&gt;9.对混乱的大拍卖,没有兴趣&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到12)  NO(到15)&lt;br /&gt;10.再吵杂的地方也能看书&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到11)  NO(到7)&lt;br /&gt;11.经常替家人做饭&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到20)  NO(到17)&lt;br /&gt;12.用餐时间不规则,也无所谓&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到17)  NO(到19)&lt;br /&gt;13.喜欢穿传统式的服装&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到19)  NO(到12)&lt;br /&gt;14.不想成为未婚妈妈&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到18)  NO(到16)&lt;br /&gt;15.喜欢运动&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到16)  NO(到20)&lt;br /&gt;16.只要和喜欢的他结婚,一起工作也不要紧&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到21)  NO(到24)&lt;br /&gt;17.假日无法老实待在家里&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到25)  NO(到23)&lt;br /&gt;18.即使结婚后也希望像是朋友&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到22)  NO(到17)&lt;br /&gt;19.排除父母反对意见前绝不结婚&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到23)  NO(到21)&lt;br /&gt;20.外出旅行时都会尽早出发&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到24)  NO(到25)&lt;br /&gt;21.团体旅行时常担任领队&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到27)  NO(到28)&lt;br /&gt;22.和他的母亲关系良好&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到29)  NO(到25)&lt;br /&gt;23.常是晚辈商量的对象&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到26)  NO(到29)&lt;br /&gt;24.卜卦时出现凶卦会非常在意&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到30)  NO(到27)&lt;br /&gt;25.会反抗命令&lt;br /&gt;   YES(到28)  NO(到30)&lt;br /&gt;26.擅长编织或料理&lt;br /&gt;   YES(属于C)  NO(属于E)&lt;br /&gt;27.想到就立刻去实行&lt;br /&gt;   YES(属于B)  NO(属于D)&lt;br /&gt;28.像男人般沉迷于工作&lt;br /&gt;   YES(属于E)  NO(属于A)&lt;br /&gt;29.除喜欢的人外,其它的人连看都不看 &lt;br /&gt;   YES(属于A)  NO(属于C)&lt;br /&gt;30.即使买一件裙子也这个那个的犹豫不决&lt;br /&gt;   YES(属于D)  NO(属于B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.10几岁的早婚型&lt;br /&gt;你的内心还很幼稚，对结婚持有很大的梦想，是将结婚想象成家家酒般的一型。一旦恋爱凡事皆不深入考虑就结婚，可以相当适应婚姻生活。但是婚前和男性交往时，一旦被背叛，就会对婚姻产生猜疑，容易失去结婚的机会。要注意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.20到25岁的前半型&lt;br /&gt;你对任何事都相当积极，是想到就立刻行动的一型。自己的事一定得自己决定，结婚的事也只考虑到自己就毅然决然的结婚，事后才会向双亲报备。如果父母激烈反对或过于麻烦，会比较难以结婚。请留心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.25岁以后到29岁的后半型&lt;br /&gt;是在大家的祝福下结婚，可以建立坚固美满家庭的一型。经常在意周遭的想法，对于结婚不是只考虑到自己的欲求，会多听听亲人或周遭朋友的意见才会行动。但是若过于参考别人的意见而受到影响，相反的反而会因此错过婚期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.30到35岁的过渡型&lt;br /&gt;你在任何一方面都非常慎重，是会认真深入考虑的一型。即使结婚的机会到来，还是会考虑再三，难以下定决心。过了30岁一直相亲，或许会结交到诚实稳重的伴侣。如果不喜欢晚婚就不要怕失败，若是可以抓到对方的心，有可能在20几岁就结婚了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.35岁以上的晚婚型&lt;br /&gt;妳是在工作上才可以找到生命意义的一型，不过应做家庭主妇。一旦投入一项工作中会发挥比男性还强的能力，经济上可以自立。透过工作认识的朋友会比较迟才结婚，但也是因此才会获得结婚的机会。此外，说不定辞去工作后，结婚的机会反而会悄悄的来访。&lt;div 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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-9803508.post-21689110220575076</id><published>2009-04-27T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:42:31.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>9 ways to get happy in the next 30 minutes</title><content type='html'>In the next half hour, tackle as many of the following suggestions as possible. Not only will these tasks themselves increase your happiness, but the mere fact that you've achieved some concrete goals will boost your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Raise your activity level to pump up your energy. If you're on the phone, stand up and pace. Walk to a coworker's office instead of sending an e-mail. Put more energy into your voice. Take a brisk 10-minute walk. Even better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take a walk outside. Research suggests that light stimulates brain chemicals that improve mood. For an extra boost, get your sunlight first thing in the morning. Find the best walking workout for your exercise style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reach out. Send an e-mail to a friend you haven't seen in a while, or reach out to someone new. Having close bonds with other people is one of the most important keys to happiness. When you act in a friendly way, not only will others feel more friendly toward you, but you'll also strengthen your feelings of friendliness for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rid yourself of a nagging task. Deal with that insurance problem, purchase something you need, or make that long-postponed appointment with the dentist. Crossing an irksome chore off your to-do list will give you a rush of elation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Create a more serene environment. Outer order contributes to inner peace, so spend some time organizing bills and tackling the piles in the kitchen. A large stack of little tasks can feel overwhelming, but often just a few minutes of work can make a sizable dent. Set the timer for 10 minutes and see what you can do. In that time, take a quick look around the house and see how to get organized using everyday items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do a good deed. Introduce two people by e-mail, take a minute to pass along useful information, or deliver some gratifying praise. In fact, you can also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Save someone's life. Sign up to be an organ donor, and remember to tell your family about your decision. Do good, feel good―it really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Act happy. Fake it 'til you feel it. Research shows that even an artificially induced smile boosts your mood. And if you're smiling, other people will perceive you as being friendlier and more approachable. There's no need to walk around in a constant state of worry. After all, what's the worst that can happen if you bounce a check or leave wet clothes in the dryer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn something new. Think of a subject that you wish you knew more about and spend 15 minutes on the Internet reading about it, or go to a bookstore and buy a book about it. But be honest! Pick a topic that really interests you, not something you think you "should" or "need to" learn about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-21689110220575076?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/21689110220575076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=21689110220575076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/21689110220575076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/21689110220575076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2009/04/9-ways-to-get-happy-in-next-30-minutes.html' title='9 ways to get happy in the next 30 minutes'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-6680209936360951979</id><published>2009-02-11T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:28:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteworthy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Each of us has responsibility for all humankind. It is time for us to think of other people as true brothers and sisters and to be concerned for their welfare, with lessening their suffering."&lt;/em&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ohhdl"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-6680209936360951979?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/6680209936360951979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=6680209936360951979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/6680209936360951979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/6680209936360951979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2009/02/quoteworthy.html' title='Quoteworthy...'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-7418605354196846018</id><published>2009-02-07T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:06:02.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY</title><content type='html'>Read this on &lt;a href="http://www.jamie-yeo.com/journal.html"&gt;Jamie Yeo's blog&lt;/a&gt;, thought it reflects how I think too, seeing how some people making themselves unhappy(and they don't realise it) trying to earn more money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money doesn't buy everything of course but it sure can set you up for happiness. ...... It also depends how you want to make your cash work for you.  &lt;strong&gt;If you are dictated by all things mercenary then your life would be a very sad one indeed, but if you're not a slave to it, then the dollars can fulfill your wishes and dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really aspire to be a billionaire though.  Too stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy.  Happiness is walking by the Singapore river with someone who makes you laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-7418605354196846018?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/7418605354196846018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=7418605354196846018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/7418605354196846018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/7418605354196846018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2009/02/money.html' title='MONEY'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-1422446926021808571</id><published>2008-12-16T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:32:17.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How good leaders listen</title><content type='html'>The key to leading people is to reach them and, believe it or not, the key to reaching them is to listen. The leader that does not listen is only a leader due to resources and not character, and thus is not truly a leader at all. They might tell you that the way a good leader listens is by rushing so fast to his own agenda that he cannot hear the cries of the rest of the world above the wind, but do not believe them. These leaders inevitably fail; it is only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of areas requiring leadership, business or otherwise, it comes down to your ability to motivate people to follow a common course of action. To do this you of course have to get them to like you. This cannot be an abstract thing. You cannot come into a room full of swagger and just expect them to admire you from afar. No, you need to interact with them, learn about them, and identify ways to reach them based on that. Whether or not you can reach them most will appreciate the effort. The bottom line is that people like someone who is willing to take the time out to listen to them, and feel a powerfully reactionary urge to disavow any previous respect for those who do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have all heard examples of someone loving a musician, entertainer, or politician right up until the moment they met that person and were brushed off. This can be a pretty profound sort of rejection, and most people cannot continue liking someone who so obviously does not care for them, even if the illusion before the crash (that they were as worthwhile or even extensions of their products) was a compelling one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond simple politics, there is one reason above all why a leader should listen intently to the people he relies upon for support. To defeat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this the wrong way, you are supposed to try and create as much harmony as possible, and when you do defeat them, it will be in argument and ideology only, and should leave them more impressed with your leadership than they were before the raised the issue. But the fact remains you do need to be able to maintain the upper hand, even though it might lead to moments of apparent weakness, moments in which you must listen to whatever issue is brought up with the full might of your attention, and look at things from not your point of view but their own. The old debate axiom is, "He who does not know his opponents arguments does not know his own." Take this to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, in case of an argument, you will only win by knowing their positions. Look at things from their point of view with your intellect until you find the discrepancy or leap of logic then promptly point it out. And if their logic is impeccable, you have an opportunity. A choice. Evolve or attempt to save face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real leader knows when to admit he is wrong. That is why most politicians are puppets instead of real leaders, they always choose image over improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a politician. The only way to reach true accord is to listen to all sides-the man who listens only to his own side reaches no one. Good luck, and thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Royce Radcliffe ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-1422446926021808571?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/1422446926021808571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=1422446926021808571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/1422446926021808571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/1422446926021808571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-good-leaders-listen.html' title='How good leaders listen'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-2894261673925450105</id><published>2008-12-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:01:47.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th December 2008, 1630</title><content type='html'>A moment to remember......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-2894261673925450105?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/2894261673925450105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=2894261673925450105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/2894261673925450105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/2894261673925450105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2008/12/5th-december-2008-1630.html' title='5th December 2008, 1630'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-3487638413561188231</id><published>2008-08-27T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:04:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Words of the day~</title><content type='html'>Guys, please take some time to read this and&lt;br /&gt;realise the fact that the girl whom ure holding onto&lt;br /&gt;u is&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT in their own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she laughs..&lt;br /&gt;The way she sleeps..&lt;br /&gt;The way she loves you..&lt;br /&gt;The way she tries to please you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can always walk away,&lt;br /&gt;getting someone else who can love her&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know,&lt;br /&gt;there is someone out there wooing her&lt;br /&gt;already,&lt;br /&gt;but she is rejecting the love that is probably&lt;br /&gt;perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might also be someone out there..&lt;br /&gt;who is willing to love her more than you do,&lt;br /&gt;fufilling her every need and love her as&lt;br /&gt;much as she&lt;br /&gt;loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls have a huge guilty concience.&lt;br /&gt;...imagine this, guys.&lt;br /&gt;When you are holding her today...&lt;br /&gt;and then you cheat on her by hugging&lt;br /&gt;and kissing another gal.&lt;br /&gt;and then you run back to her...&lt;br /&gt;and u do the same....&lt;br /&gt;but you see love in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves you not because you are&lt;br /&gt;good looking,&lt;br /&gt;well-to-do,&lt;br /&gt;able to buy her things,&lt;br /&gt;make her parents happy,&lt;br /&gt;or that you have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Your every touch, every word you say,&lt;br /&gt;simply everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish and appreciate your girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't break her fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;She is the only one who can love you that way.&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna regret letting go of that special&lt;br /&gt;girl you have.&lt;br /&gt;For everything she has done for you, the least&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;can do is to give her unconditional love as she&lt;br /&gt;has given to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-3487638413561188231?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/3487638413561188231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=3487638413561188231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/3487638413561188231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/3487638413561188231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-of-day.html' title='~Words of the day~'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-8402308293805348518</id><published>2008-03-24T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:58:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Words of the day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Problems arise when you don't negotiate emotionally. By letting others have it all their own way, you increase your frustration. Before you reach a breaking point, let others know what you expect from them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-8402308293805348518?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8402308293805348518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=8402308293805348518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8402308293805348518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8402308293805348518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-of-day.html' title='~Words of the day~'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-5399876922174537648</id><published>2008-01-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:58:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rene..... I can always relate to her songs.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UlK5Ilsl44&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UlK5Ilsl44&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-5399876922174537648?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/5399876922174537648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=5399876922174537648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/5399876922174537648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/5399876922174537648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2008/01/rene-i-can-always-relate-to-her-songs.html' title='Rene..... I can always relate to her songs.......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-1061992079353364919</id><published>2007-11-30T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:34:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick conversation...</title><content type='html'>Was having this conversation with a friend, and I thought it is pretty interesting, if that targeted guy reads it... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat 22K promo your coy did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promo at Cxxx Sxxxxxx and Sxxx &amp; Sxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den isn't this promo a lost when the sales is only 21K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus did my maths again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12K only?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, the remaining 10k is normal sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone is reading my header&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the one suggested the promo ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the Sales and Mkting Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he should know the cost and sales figure right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he is informed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or may be he's only concerned about Sales figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he shd have the brains to know sales vs cost :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many more such promo he will do before he wakes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean he have done more promos previously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, all loses also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think can do promos lah... but have to take note of the cost lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frankly speaking lah....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 bottle of sesame oil take quite some time to use up.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even if i see go promo and yet at home still got half a bottle... i aso won buy one lor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my honest opinion lah... wat do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a finance guy, I say dun need do such kind of promo, cost-ineffective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;we're established brand, if customers use our brand, then they'll stick to it, not as if we can attract new customers just by a 30cents/bot discount&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs X... says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......(continues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add, even my previous Sales Manager who is particularly weak in finance knows not to do promo with this group of supermarkets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-1061992079353364919?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/1061992079353364919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=1061992079353364919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/1061992079353364919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/1061992079353364919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-conversation.html' title='Quick conversation...'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-8723785473703588534</id><published>2007-11-25T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:08:08.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To share, a song I like... I hope... I believe...</title><content type='html'>Haven't been listening much radio nowadays, so not knowing what are the latest songs out there. Kinda 'broke off' with the music world already. But saw this guy singing on television one night, and was so impressed by his voice, so just thought of sharing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxkALb9y1oo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxkALb9y1oo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;楊培安 - 我相信&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;詞:劉虞瑞 曲:陳國華&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想飛上天 和太陽肩並肩&lt;br /&gt;世界等著我去改變&lt;br /&gt;想做的夢從不怕別人看見&lt;br /&gt;在這裡我都能實現&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大聲歡笑當你我肩並肩&lt;br /&gt;何處不能歡樂無限&lt;br /&gt;拋開煩惱 勇敢的大步向前&lt;br /&gt;我就站在舞臺中間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信我就是我 我相信明天&lt;br /&gt;我相信青春沒有地平線&lt;br /&gt;在日落的海邊 在熱鬧的大街&lt;br /&gt;都是我心中最美的樂園&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信自由自在 我相信希望&lt;br /&gt;我相信伸手就能碰到天&lt;br /&gt;有你在我身邊 讓生活更新鮮&lt;br /&gt;每一刻都精采萬分 I Do Believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-8723785473703588534?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8723785473703588534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=8723785473703588534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8723785473703588534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8723785473703588534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-share-song-i-like-i-hope.html' title='To share, a song I like... I hope... I believe...'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-756331173409922373</id><published>2007-09-05T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:24:42.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thot... to a friend</title><content type='html'>When you leave, you'll leave behind fond memories to whom you have brought joy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave, you'll take away a part of everyone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave, you'll be missed by those you have loved, and those who have loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave, you would have done all you could, but you'll know that you must leave some things undone if you want to get others done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-756331173409922373?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/756331173409922373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=756331173409922373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/756331173409922373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/756331173409922373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-thot-to-friend.html' title='Just a thot... to a friend'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-1946571246210261718</id><published>2007-08-31T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:06:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't stop loving.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qog_bjg1lQU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qog_bjg1lQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, what were you thinking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-1946571246210261718?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/1946571246210261718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=1946571246210261718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/1946571246210261718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/1946571246210261718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-cant-stop-loving.html' title='I just can&apos;t stop loving.....'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-8739984464965700966</id><published>2007-08-16T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:14:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>音乐日记</title><content type='html'>追求一个不可能的结局 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在好想见你。&lt;br /&gt;我很享受我们之间的暧昧关系&lt;br /&gt;那种"我很在乎你，但你又不是我的谁"的感觉&lt;br /&gt;因为我没有要些什么&lt;br /&gt;我只是希望你人在上海过得很好&lt;br /&gt;只是希望有一天，我能飞到那儿去找你&lt;br /&gt;你结婚了没，一点关系也没有&lt;br /&gt;就算你还没结婚，甚至没有男朋友&lt;br /&gt;我们也一样不可能&lt;br /&gt;我有好多话想对你说&lt;br /&gt;不过我怕，我一旦说出口&lt;br /&gt;我们就什么也没有了&lt;br /&gt;一份简单的友情&lt;br /&gt;我还是别把它弄得那么复杂&lt;br /&gt;爱，是很简单的一份情意&lt;br /&gt;要懂得好好的爱，却是一种很复杂的心情&lt;br /&gt;很多时候，不是说我想爱，就能爱&lt;br /&gt;很多人，是我不应该爱的&lt;br /&gt;那个人已经有了理想对象？最好不要去爱，免得自己伤了自己&lt;br /&gt;那个人已经有了伴侣？不能爱，否则我会成为别人的第三者&lt;br /&gt;那个人已经结了婚？更不能爱，除非我想破坏别人的美满家庭&lt;br /&gt;那个人和你是同性？我要爱？找死吗？&lt;br /&gt;很多时候，不该爱的，我还是爱了。&lt;br /&gt;很多人，我不该管的，我还是在乎了。&lt;br /&gt;为什么我一直再折磨自己呢？&lt;br /&gt;为什么我不好好的谈一段正常的恋情呢？&lt;br /&gt;为什么我一直在追求那些不可能的结局呢？&lt;br /&gt;何苦呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-8739984464965700966?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8739984464965700966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=8739984464965700966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8739984464965700966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8739984464965700966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='音乐日记'/><author><name>hyperamos</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9803508.post-2199403399512456428</id><published>2007-06-13T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:26:15.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Yourself As What Others See You</title><content type='html'>Another &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldin.com/colorgenics.htm"&gt;online test&lt;/a&gt; done, after seeing it on a friend's blog. I thought it is more like reading what I feel instead of seeing myself as others see me. But then, still true to certain limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are very ambitious and because you seek and need recognition, you try in your own way to impress people and you want to be looked up to - to be both popular and admired. You feel that there is a gap which separates you from your fellow man, or woman as the case may be, but this anxiety is an unnecessary one. Keep on the way you are going and you may surprise yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to lack the energy of late to get up and go. Your objectives appear to be unattainable and no one seems to care. You feel lost, neglected and need some W.T.C. (Warm tender care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a demanding egocentric and therefore quick to take offence. This attitude makes people feel somewhat inadequate when in your company and so it is no wonder that at times you feel alone and unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are feeling trapped by the situation as it stands at this time and what is more, you feel powerless to remedy it. You are stressful, angry and disgruntled. You feel that everything that you try to do to change the situation is thwarted and your hopes and aspirations all seem to be receding into the ever distant future. You have reached the state where you now doubt whether your dreams will ever be achieved and this is not only causing mental stress but heartache. You need to get away from it all - you need to have time to think, to recuperate, to be able to make your own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to build up your own position and you resist all external influences. You insist that you are your own person and you will not tolerate any outside interference. Decisive and proud, you are true managerial material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-2199403399512456428?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/2199403399512456428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=2199403399512456428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/2199403399512456428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/2199403399512456428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/06/see-yourself-as-what-others-see-you.html' title='See Yourself As What Others See You'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-182528829656717006</id><published>2007-06-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:29:10.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning of fate? Abandoning of passion?</title><content type='html'>I think for the past 14 years, any good friend who knows me well will link me to Gundam, for I had such a great passion for it and have probably the greatest collection(&gt;1000 pieces) in Singapore. It's kind of an addiction, just like smoking, carrying on and on even when I know I need to stop. Gundam has become kind of a trademark with me, having been accompanying me for the past 1/2 of my whole lifetime so far.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time to grow up, time to face reality, to check reality($) against my collection. I have spent vast amount of my money collecting these pieces of plastic and metal, to a point I call myself cash-very-poor asset-very-rich. However, very disappointingly, most of these assets have not grown in value, and recently, even a fall in value due to the USD falling. My income is definately not sufficient to substain my current rate of collection, in fact, I'm in debt. So i guess it is time to sell off some of these depreciating assets and settle my debts. Actually have tried selling, but it seems like I will have to cut more to get cash.... what to do.... I think I should stop collecting, or maybe at least selective collecting from now.... too much boxes in my room, can't even walk properly, and definately no guests for the past few years. &lt;br /&gt;It's time to change, wish me luck, and success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-182528829656717006?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/182528829656717006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=182528829656717006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/182528829656717006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/182528829656717006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/06/turning-of-fate-abandoning-of-passion.html' title='Turning of fate? Abandoning of passion?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-8222079503665939419</id><published>2007-03-07T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:02:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another test result</title><content type='html'>Wanted to update a bit here since it is over 2 months since i last blog, but I'm in office now, so not going to do that. So just posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-8222079503665939419?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8222079503665939419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=8222079503665939419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8222079503665939419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/8222079503665939419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-test-result.html' title='Another test result'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-116563745415786130</id><published>2006-12-09T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:24:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dating Persona is:</title><content type='html'>Haha, also dunno true or not. Hope I won't become one of the 'failures'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;TABLE&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top width=255 height=600&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RGLDm.gif" name=thebigpicture27&gt;           &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;R&lt;/B&gt;andom&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;G&lt;/B&gt;entle&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;L&lt;/B&gt;ove&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;D&lt;/B&gt;reamer (&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;RGLDm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;    Kind, yearning, playful, you are &lt;B&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;/B&gt;. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a pxxxx(male part) to hold. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be &lt;B&gt;The Men Next Door&lt;/B&gt;, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Nymph&lt;/B&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=blue&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Maid of Honor&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Peach&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-116563745415786130?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/116563745415786130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=116563745415786130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116563745415786130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116563745415786130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dating-persona-is.html' title='My Dating Persona is:'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-116485609937179011</id><published>2006-11-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:14:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting test.....</title><content type='html'>Got this from Nana's blog(although not a personal friend). Very interesting site, got many other test, but now no time to play yet. Have time can go and play =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBD7D2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 147&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ECEAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-116485609937179011?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/116485609937179011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=116485609937179011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116485609937179011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116485609937179011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/11/interesting-test.html' title='Interesting test.....'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-116334843330614850</id><published>2006-11-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:20:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates updates!!!</title><content type='html'>Long time never actually write anything here liao. Many many things happened recently. Like Ares gathering since graduation, my best friend got "R.O.M"(wedding dinner next month), another one had her housewarming, yet another 1 settled her wedding dinner, oh also got 1 BMT friend had his wedding dinner settled. 4 good things happening in such a short time, 3 best friends settled down, sometimes lead me to think if I should reconsider "my policy" also... but the ONE has not appear, not since that one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of my 2nd reservist now actually, 2 of 3 weeks down, 1 more to go(which I know will fly past). Stayed in last week for 3 nights, and as I lay in bed, I can't help thinking back at those times while serving NS, while &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was my mental support, the nights I stay awake talking to her, risking punishment if I'm caught, or sms-ing her whole day and night even if I'm on duty, and many many more memories.... But that's all history now, isn't it? And the irony is that she's not even my gf... well, I tried, but it was never meant to be. Met her the other day, we had some time to catch up with each other, I still know why I fell for her, but I don't think there should be a &lt;em&gt;Part 2&lt;/em&gt;, for we have an &lt;em&gt;"irreconcilable difference".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk happier things! My best friend had his ROM in his new flat(rented till his real new flat is ready). We were a tiny bit late, coz we had a little bit of waiting to do, but we appeared at the last moment as things got started. It is a really joyous occasion, my best friend married!! Well, actually felt that I haven't really communicated with him for some time, and the bond is a bit rusty, but he's still classified as my best friend. My tears almost flow as he took the vow. I suddenly realised that he's already grown up, a MAN now, someone's husband, no longer the boys we were when we first met 10 years ago, and maybe I should grow up now too...? Ok, and he spoiled the emotion when he drop the ring while going to put it onto his wife's finger, and have to search for it, creating laughter in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my &lt;em&gt;"auntie's"&lt;/em&gt; wedding dinner. Hehe.... always called her auntie coz she's 4 years my senior, but we can really clique, used to spent hours each time talking to her on the phone, and we always have things to talk even when there is no topic, haha, same frequency. But we talked less after "uncle" entered her life, but the bond is still there &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so happy for her, finally met her Prince Charming(by the road as she said herself), and now settled down. Joy still used to tease me if I and "auntie" could develop further, which "auntie" and me know flatly that it's a  &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. As I watch the presentation of her growing up to the wedding, I got emotional again, but nope, I controlled my tears again. I'm too emotional huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, ARES long-awaited gathering! Well, for those who don't know, &lt;em&gt;Ares&lt;/em&gt; is my orientation group while I studied in SIM, and we manage to stick together even after so long. This is a hard-to-come-by-gathering as all of us are busy with our own lives now, and I believe such a gathering will be harder to come by as everyone get more involved into their job. As usual, not full strength was there, but it is already considered a great effort by those who attended. Had a surprise appearance by Sanipher who wasn't expected to be able to attend as she's training to be a Navy officer. She really surprised everyone but me(coz I'm the coordinator =P). Oh ya, we stay at the brand new Siloso Beach Resort, which isn't fully completed yet. Thanks to Karen who organised this. Although the group didn't do much active activities other than swimming in the pool(as I stay dry to sms), and the skyride and luge ride, it was a warm and cozy feeling as the group walk together, eat together, talk together, and sleep together in the room. 10 people squeezing in that room, if I recalled correctly &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt; Nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day I checked out of the resort, I went down directly to Junice's housewarming, but picking up Wendy and her heavy present along the way. Were the first ones to reach there, so as usual, a bit of waiting at the void deck for the rest. Junice came down to join us as we're the first to arrive, and chatted a bit before we headed upstairs. Took a small tour of her house, nicely done up but missing her signature hamsters &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt; Junice has a really nice character and is really cute. We like to tease her but she never seems to get angry, maybe that's how she ended up in my exclusive group of good friends(&gt;10). Hang around her place for quite some time, and our YJ 'gang' discuss that maybe we will go for &lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the Opera &lt;/em&gt;next March together. We'll see how things turn up. &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last event before I go to sleep, past midnight and have to book in tomorrow. Daviz's wedding dinner! My BMT bunk mate! Dinner was held at Expo, a bit far but never mind as it's a joyous occasion. A little surprised that he only invited 3 of us, so I kinda feel quite honoured. &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt; Daviz is a simple guy, with a signature laugh that comes a few second slow &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt; He was so cute when he said on stage that he want to thank his wife for accepting a 笨笨的他（a stupid stupid guy like him). Haha, that's the simple Ah-Poh we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, long update here. Better end it, need to grab some rest. Take care people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-116334843330614850?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/116334843330614850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=116334843330614850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116334843330614850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116334843330614850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates-updates.html' title='Updates updates!!!'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-116084168967451074</id><published>2006-10-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:01:29.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clip!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha.... We live in Singapura by Hossan Leong. WATCH IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myqyKZsknmw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myqyKZsknmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-116084168967451074?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/116084168967451074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=116084168967451074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116084168967451074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/116084168967451074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/10/clip.html' title='clip!'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115923894334150173</id><published>2006-09-26T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:49:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hady THIS!!</title><content type='html'>Letting everyone in on a tiny secret.&lt;br /&gt;I was bidding on some charity auction and got &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=260028346820"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; Hehe.... I start bidding just to help push up the price, and if I win, I'll be more than glad to contribute myself. Unfortunately, the ending contribution for this item wasn't very high, but I bought a few other things and made a total contribution of $295. Even I've amazed by myself how much I've contributed, but well, all for charity. =) Hope they will make good use of the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115923894334150173?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115923894334150173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115923894334150173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115923894334150173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115923894334150173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/09/hady-this.html' title='Hady THIS!!'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115889926838946327</id><published>2006-09-22T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:27:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it!</title><content type='html'>She did it again, calling me a fool again. The &lt;strong&gt;big fool &lt;/strong&gt;calling me a fool. I have endured enough, being called a fool by her again and again. It hitted my triggering point today, and I finally retailiate. I finally gave it to her, no matter that she'a a female. I normally won't do this, but she is just too much. I had warned her before, but the insults kept coming. She forced me to. 佛也会发火的，didn't she know this? I may be good-natured, but don't climb over my head, cause I can blow up like a volcano too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to call people names, especially those insulting ones, but I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; retailiate when somebody does that to me, so don't try that on me. I have been a victim of name-callings since young, since I'm a bit rounder than my peers, so I totally understand the agony it cause to the person when such insulting names are used, and that is why I do not call people names, unless in retailiation. She must have too good a life not to realise that, but I hope she'll realise that from today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115889926838946327?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115889926838946327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115889926838946327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115889926838946327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115889926838946327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it!'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115880845803136257</id><published>2006-09-21T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:19:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inequality?</title><content type='html'>Was reading these articles in the papers about those traffic wardens who catch people driving into bus lanes. Then started to get me thinking, does these bus operators pay a higher road tax to 'book' these lanes for themselves during peak hours, or even the entire day as in Orchard? No doubt most of the bus services carry more people than cars, but does it justify for a government body to set rules in such a way that the who gains the most is the bus operators? Everyone is rushing to work in the morning, yet they have to close 1 out of 3 lanes for the buses, causing long jams on the other 2 lanes, which results in people going into the bus lanes and risk getting a $130 fine. I would agree to bus lanes if it is for a public, not-for-profit organisation, but having rules like these benefits the bus operators whose profits are already in hundreds of millions annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;".....Regardless of race, language or religion, to build a democratic society, based on Justice and Equality......"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Equality? Seems like things are tilted to the big companies who are rich. Even small companies like where I'm working are being 'suppressed' by the biggest groceries retailer when we want to increase our price, which had stayed at this level since the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;More and more grocery shops owned by locals are closing down, yet more and more supermarkets &lt;strong&gt;owned by foreigners&lt;/strong&gt; are opening up. And with more outlets, their bargaining power increase and prices are pushed down, which forced the small local grocery stores to close down. And where does all the profit goes? Back to their home country I presume. What a vicious cycle...&lt;br /&gt;Fares hikes were approved recently for the train and bus operators, even when they are earning money that few human can earn or even dream of in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;              So where's the equality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115880845803136257?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115880845803136257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115880845803136257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115880845803136257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115880845803136257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/09/inequality.html' title='Inequality?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115829279108738412</id><published>2006-09-15T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:59:51.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is about making use of each other?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really appreciate those people who could give their all to help those in need. I have a friend who gave up her office job to become a special needs teacher. Her salary was halved, and she had to attend lessons all over again to become a qualified teacher. And in her free time, she would be out there volunteering for some other charity. She's simply 1 amazing lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet there is another friend, who is getting 2K a month, getting quarterly bonuses of about 1K, and complaining she earns too little. She says she don't want her parents to suffer(?), suffering when her father is earning over 5K a month, living in a big house, and having enough excess cash to buy her a car?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; difference in thinking? The returns? One gaining &lt;em&gt;spiritual happiness&lt;/em&gt;, while the other going for &lt;em&gt;monetary "perceived-happiness".&lt;/em&gt; Which one is better? I know which, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get it, or is it simply some people can't get it? I help my friends(more girls than guys since that is the proportion of my friends) and some people says I'm being fooled by them. It is as if I am that stupid to not recognise what I am doing, and what I am expecting in return(nothing that is). So helping a friend without expecting any returns is making a fool of yourself? Then what are friends for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I the fool, or the person who says I am is the fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The world is about making use of each other, it's just a matter of how much you expect in return."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115829279108738412?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115829279108738412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115829279108738412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115829279108738412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115829279108738412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/09/world-is-about-making-use-of-each.html' title='The world is about making use of each other?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115759280162115137</id><published>2006-09-07T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:33:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Just read this from a friend's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;....she said before when you are working, you need to have "Bo Le",&lt;br /&gt;someone who guide you, lead you and teach you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need one too, but there isn't one who really can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115759280162115137?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115759280162115137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115759280162115137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115759280162115137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115759280162115137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/09/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115639374086959145</id><published>2006-08-24T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:29:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache.....</title><content type='html'>Hey! The Sunday library trip wasn't that bad, until the photocopying begins. Was there by 10am, and it was dead quiet till you kind of get the vacuum feeling in your ears. Peaceful, quiet, tranquility, and knowledge all around. Maybe 1 day when I feel vexed, I'll go there, find a comfortable corner, and just sit down and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After collecting the RUR book from the counter, went to find the scary 2700 pages books. It was no typo. But they were good enough to break it into 5 books, so at least they look more manageable. Flip flip flip......... soooooo many words! Basically didn't read most of the things, just briefly glance at the titles and read a bit to see if it's relevant, and marked it for copying. Many interesting diagrams and facts inside which I did not know, and they inspired me with new ideas!And of course there's the boring part where I stay in the copy room for such a long time copying sooooo many pages, about 200+ pages I guess. I was so worried that I might break some copyright law, but I think it's ok since we are using those information for research, and it is less than 10% of all pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the library at about 1pm+, and headed for Bras Basah Complex. I like this place because so many art materials to explore! I love hands-on things, you know? Was looking at the paint section, and there are soooooo many types of paint. Used to be only crayons, colour pencils and poster colours during the school days, now they have strange things like '3D' paint. Very interesting, hope to be experimenting with them when I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I headed for the CSC flea market, toys haven. Not much to see at the market, kind of disappointed. Seems like the same few stalls occupying the same few spots. There was more things to explore during the CQ days. Didn't stay for long and headed for my friend's shop at Lucky Chinatown. Basically stay there for the whole day, although I have 'spot' headache from the afternoon around 3pm+ onwards, I think I breath in too much carbon, and was nauseous after dinner taking a ride home. Minor headache still 'haunts' me, till today, even as I'm typing now. Think I need to get some green tea to 'clean' up my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, going for lunch. Byeee! Update again soon ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115639374086959145?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115639374086959145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115639374086959145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115639374086959145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115639374086959145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/08/headache.html' title='Headache.....'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115601220073508063</id><published>2006-08-20T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:30:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday......</title><content type='html'>Sunday........... my boss, aka my uncle, ask me to go to the library to do some research! And he'll be there with me. It's a Sunday!! A family day, a day to relax, a day to wake up late, and laze in bed..........&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking things on the bright side, I'll be gaining invaluable knowledge, and trying out being hardworking on a lazy Sunday morning. But it's a 2700(!!!) pages book I'm tackling. I hope that is a typo.... will find out in another few hours time. Time to sleep. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115601220073508063?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115601220073508063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115601220073508063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115601220073508063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115601220073508063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115449070307716978</id><published>2006-08-02T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:51:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long one. Ready? Get set... GO!!!</title><content type='html'>ok, suddenly another friend(who is so lazy to read anything) read my blog when she got nothing better to do and told me that I seems to complain too much on my blog. Well, maybe it's true, coz I'm not the kind who will complain in your face, so this becomes an avenue to let things out. Sometimes, I'm too quiet for my own good. But well, that's me, or else it wouldn't be me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let's see, what happened around me recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work (boring part):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite crappy, coz I did quite some testing for a software "ver 1.5" but in the end, it will not be implemented, and will directly jump to "ver 2.0". Ver 1.5 works on our current old handheld computers, while "ver 2.0" on new ones, which I hopefully will be placing the order later, COZ...... I spent over 3 months communicating with suppliers(including Singapore, USA, UK, Germany) for the best price and service, only to be rebuted by some 'newbie' that I am very free and can find a better supplier with cheaper price. Negotiation with the supplier was already settled, he even loan us a test unit, and I was even about to send out the order when our dear IT consultant offer us a 'better' offer, which turns out to be crap. He did furthermore offer us 2 other choices, but they turn out craps too. End up wasting over 1 month on those talking, and some RUDE attitude from the IT consultant. Think he is upset that he won't be able to make a commission from reselling the handheld computers, but in the 1st place, he was the one who interupted our process at the very last minute, and causing some tension between me and the supplier(who happens to be his friend). I can't believe that he is so despicable to try to snatch business from his friend! And telling his friend we won't be considering him anymore as his price is too high! What a backstabber! I wouldn't want to work with this kind of people if I've got a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love (interesting yah? but...):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part is still quite empty. Have a feeling some lady(or should I call her a girl) is interested in me, but no confirmation since there is no action from both of us. I'm not moving coz I think the situation is not right, and her being the female, must be shy to be proactive. So, no interesting stories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been good for me. I am blessed to have never gone hungry, and don't have to worry about the basic necessities. I have good parents, and a very stable job. In fact, it is so good that I'm over indulging in myself so much that I'm getting myself into trouble for over spending. I know at some point I have to stop, but I haven't reach that point yet. I hope soon! And thinking of parting with some of my extras collection for that cash to indulge myself some more. Oh man, my room is already like a warehouse, help needed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my good friend getting married, and I'm invited to be his 'brother'. So happy for him, finally settling down after 8 years together. Wish him more blissful days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;So many of my good friends married within1 year, 4 of them(out of 10 and so)!!! And my brother also.  Good year for those around me. And all these wedding bells are also making me think of my love policy again.&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh ooohhh, got to mention this friend, she's such a brave ger! My dear Wendy! She shaved her long hair for charity&lt;em&gt;(see link below)&lt;/em&gt;, for the Children's Cancer Foundation to be exact! Do your part for the children too, but donating generously to their cause. Donations can be done online here using credit card: &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/online/pledge.php?shavee=jf0xvjpqd34d2y5u7yhp60zc1ilo3tsd"&gt;http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/online/pledge.php?shavee=jf0xvjpqd34d2y5u7yhp60zc1ilo3tsd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz there are those that I wish to know better but somehow not in the same frequency. As for these, just hope one day the frequency will match.&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm writing this, thinking about my dear Guen who is somewhere in Egypt(last known location). Still remember those days when she told me she is leaving and tears flow down uncontrollably as I sat at the back of the bus. She's so bad! Made me cry in public, I'm a man ok! Haha.... Those were such fun days.... I miss you Guenny! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done, wrote quite a lot, must have been quite bored =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115449070307716978?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115449070307716978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115449070307716978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115449070307716978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115449070307716978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-one-ready-get-set-go.html' title='A long one. Ready? Get set... GO!!!'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115401585696611953</id><published>2006-07-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:57:37.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low............</title><content type='html'>kinda feeling low these days......... career(if you call that one) going nowhere, my finance in a mess, my buying madness continues, dear Emilee is out of Singapore Idol........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only "tested positive" for low-ness during today coz I discovered I ate more den usual recently, and thinking back, unnecessarily. Think my pillow above my 'six-packs'  getting bigger. Energy level a bit low too, maybe tested too much computer program, on a dull small monochrome screen. I think I'm facing a screen 18 hours a day! Computer monitor and tv monitor. Think I should find time find somewhere green(even if it's only Bishan Park) and take a stroll, breath in some fresh air, look at the greens, and listen to the birds singing. Suddenly reminds me of reservist, which is coming in Oct. Maybe that's a good time for a break, but that's still some time away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired... brains aren't really working, and more testing to be done tomorrow..... sianzzzz..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115401585696611953?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115401585696611953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115401585696611953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115401585696611953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115401585696611953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/07/low.html' title='low............'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115323593448064030</id><published>2006-07-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:18:54.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden thought</title><content type='html'>Suddenly have this thought(according to past history) that I like girls who can sing. So ladies, start training on your vocals! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115323593448064030?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115323593448064030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115323593448064030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115323593448064030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115323593448064030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/07/sudden-thought.html' title='Sudden thought'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115323507441969819</id><published>2006-07-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:04:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Gundam clip</title><content type='html'>Haha, just saw this on the net, thought it is quite cute(esp. the song), so share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKB8v-vB7R8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKB8v-vB7R8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy makes many many Gundam clips(think he got nothing better to do :p) Do check them out if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115323507441969819?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115323507441969819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115323507441969819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115323507441969819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115323507441969819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/07/cute-gundam-clip.html' title='Cute Gundam clip'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115312637882075244</id><published>2006-07-17T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:52:58.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of life would you choose, out of this 2 only?</title><content type='html'>Imagine you are a working professional, getting good pay, have good family and friends around you. You married to someone you love, &lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;quarrelling almost everyday with other half, sometimes even getting physical. Would you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) stay together, but restricted in freedom(even when buying things), carry on quarrelling almost everyday, sometimes getting physical, but hoping he/she will change coz he/she promised to;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) become single again, freedom to do anything, buy anything you want, and opportunities to find a better half.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115312637882075244?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115312637882075244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115312637882075244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115312637882075244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115312637882075244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-life-would-you-choose-out.html' title='What kind of life would you choose, out of this 2 only?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-115191844888053029</id><published>2006-07-03T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:20:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..... finally</title><content type='html'>My friends complaining to me that I didn't update my blogs for a long time already, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately been feeling tired. Maybe watch too much World Cup or what? But sometimes even when I have 8-10 hours of sleep the previous night, I still feel sleepy. Or maybe my luck's been down, falling sick every now and then, even before the World Cup began. Maybe my body is just not that strong anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still living the boring life. No change, so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for a new job just now. Maybe it has come to a point when I feel staying here is pointless. Admin work is hard to prove one's value. Normally, it's the sales people who achievements can be easily seen with the amount of sales they bring in, but for admin people, how do you evaluate their performance? I may have chased back some outstanding invoices, which have been 'hanging' there for 3 years or so, and the amount is more than enough for a few months of my salary, but no one can see it. I gave up going outside to venture so I can have more relevant experience here, but in the end to be underpaid and lower than some 'newbie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was filling in some resume just now. It ask for my achievements in my job experience. What could I write? As someone in the admin department, there's really not much to write. Implementing new accounting system? Does that even count? And there's nothing like Best Employee Award(or such thing) in my company which I(or any other staffs) can write of. Any ideas to change the system heads nowhere as there isn't really anyone in charge, and being a junior with only 2 years experience, seniors staffs do not want to make the changes. Only consolation is that at least I get to know my uncles better, esp my 6th uncle whom nobody can communicate with. At least when he talk to me, he can be quite soft and patient, which is uncharacteristic of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go or will I stay? I don't know now. If I stay, I may really become a small fry and lead a simple life. Yet if I leave, I may end up worse, but I could end up better too. I had inspired to be a great banker, but gave that up when something happened(no details will be provided, so don't bother to ask). Yet now, I feel like pursuing that dream again. I can only say I'll be keeping my eyes open for suitable jobs, but to stay or not, I'll think later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-115191844888053029?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/115191844888053029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=115191844888053029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115191844888053029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/115191844888053029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-finally.html' title='Update..... finally'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-114722557040517953</id><published>2006-05-10T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:46:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add on</title><content type='html'>Add a new link to new daily cartoon, can see when you're are free/bored.&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to write too much here about myself, or what's happening around me. I think I'll prefer to stay low-profile and go mysterious. 3 months since my last post, a lot a lot happened around, but just no mood to write in this blog anymore. Maybe 1 day, I'll go bored and start writing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-114722557040517953?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/114722557040517953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=114722557040517953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/114722557040517953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/114722557040517953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/05/add-on.html' title='Add on'/><author><name>hyperamos</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9803508.post-113889539585768105</id><published>2006-02-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:49:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication II......</title><content type='html'>Again, another incident which lead me to think about communication. Just met a friend and passed her something. She got off work late, at 9pm, rushed to my place around 9.50pm, and rushing back home to go through the papers to send out her next resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could understand her work being hectic, being bossed around by her 'seniors', the 'messy' working environment, etc... but the thing is her inability to separate her WORKLIFE and LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine meeting your friend and her face is so tight, so stressed, so black. As usual, I approach with a smile (no matter whatever bad things that may have happen to me earlier, be it a bad headache, quarrel with someone, or even someone close had went away), and the feedback was a stone-cold face. What can I do? She just stood there, catching a few breath for the extra road she walked due to my inability to communicate with her. "...further down the road and jaywalk",  to me, is going forward along with the traffic flow and crossing the road without traffic light, but to her, she walked backwards against the traffic and used the traffic light. Is it really my communication being not direct, as she claimed, or different people having different sets of values which results in different outcomes? &lt;em&gt;Further up the road? Further down the road?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's changing her going home plan, ask me where's the bus stop, then heading off towards the bus stop, face as straight as before. All this while, it's such an odd position for me. Is she a friend or foe? I thought that if as friends(or even familiar faces), at least you would give me a nod or smile back to acknowledge my existance. No reaction, no nothing, just a straight face for that 5 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed the road towards the bus stop. Finally a burst of laughter from her, saying she want to blow up already. Well, that laughter was good, did break the 'tension' I have since meeting her, but it was shortlived. Supposedly to be waiting for this service where she'll go another place to change another bus, but came another service and she asked me where it heads. I usually take it the opposite direction home from Orchard, so I just said Orchard. And she ask for time, I said about &lt;em&gt;thirty&lt;/em&gt; minutes, which I guessed she heard as &lt;em&gt;twenty&lt;/em&gt; minutes. Up onto the bus she went. As she waved me goodbye, I was thinking "Wouldn't it take even longer if she have to travel to Orchard and change another bus else?" But it's well too late, the bus has gone off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she might have 'activated' her dad to pick her up at Orchard, so I thought it will be easier at Novena, and sms her she could actually alight at Novena. But apparently that's not the case. She's taking the bus to PS and changing to another service. I wouldn't want to imagine the traffic at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MORE HASTE, LESS SPEED.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called back a while later, saying the bus is moving out of Bishan, further away from her home. By then, she has already kind of instilled some kind of 'blame' on me already. She wasn't expecting the "Recruits" she got from me to be so thin(more 'blame')... I told her just to get off the bus and take the cab home, of which I'll refurbish her. That's the least I could do already to get her home earlier, but was turned down flatly. She says she's tired, didn't want to talk more. She did 'thank' me for the papers and a little bit of snack I added, but all the 'blame' has shadowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, she's a very good girl. I can get along with her very well when she's not tied up on time. But when she's in a rush, she would be lost in her own world where she'll concentrate too much on herself, and forgot about those around her...... and most of the time, she's in a rush. Wasted, in a way..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right I would have wanted to write about the dream I had yesterday morning which I dreamt I died(!!!). But tired liao....... and my mood........ well...... lost........ that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-113889539585768105?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/113889539585768105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=113889539585768105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113889539585768105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113889539585768105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/02/communication-ii.html' title='Communication II......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9803508.post-113863653050306941</id><published>2006-01-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:51:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religions</title><content type='html'>Just came across someone who is an Atheist. Haven't seen much of this religion, so I did a little search on the internet and read up a bit on Atheism. Rather interesting, seeing all the difference in religion. I think it's kind of more philosophical than religious, but that's just my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my interest in religion came when I met the friend who was borned on the same day as me, just about 12hrs younger than me. I would describe her as a Christian fanatic. Started to read up coz really curious when she is so into Christianity, and wanted to understand her more. But of course, I also read up on the other 3 major religions in Singapore too, such that there will be a basis for me to compare against. Well, after all the reading, I'm still 'nowhere-here-nor-there', because it just seems that for every religion, there is something good, yet at times, they may be contradicting. Well, like all other things, I guess it's just a matter of looking things from different point of views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I should talk so much on religions, it's a sensitive topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-113863653050306941?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/113863653050306941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=113863653050306941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113863653050306941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113863653050306941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/01/religions.html' title='Religions'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-113815004030040900</id><published>2006-01-25T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:47:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple experiment</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange when you have been growing short hair for 24 years and no one cares, so you decided to try something new and grow a pony tail, which results in many negative feedbacks, and after about 1.5 years down the road, you go and cut your hair, and it seems like you became the talking point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this shows? Simple. Always prepare something for people to compare against! When you've been doing good things all the time, people forgot what is bad. They will not notice the good as it has become the norm. So sometimes, you just have to do something that is bad, so when something good is done, they will notice! Sounds simple and logical?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-113815004030040900?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/113815004030040900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=113815004030040900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113815004030040900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113815004030040900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/01/simple-experiment.html' title='A simple experiment'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-113739308296908301</id><published>2006-01-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:31:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares are back..........</title><content type='html'>Went ktv last night with VMD again. Was ok till I reach home... when I open the door, I see huge luggages.... nightmares is back..... my sis has come home from her studies in Melbourne.... gone are the peaceful days......&lt;br /&gt;It was about 1am when she came back from supper. The moment she step in, (Oh nooo.....!!!) noise filled the house!!! "Hey, come see, I bought blah blah.......", 'Want to eat chocolate? Ah-jie bought so many......", "Come, choose which shirt you want, I buy from.......", "blah blah blah blah.........". Oh please..... It's 1am+ and yet she's making so much noise.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally see my laptop again, and expectedly, it is spoilt. Somehow this 'elephant' can flip open and close the screen till it broke!! 'Wrote off' my laptop the day she say she's bringing it over.... it still can boot up to my amazement(must be thanks to her friends helping her to do maintenance). But still, the screen has split, small metal pieces lying in the laptop bag. Basically it looks like it's been savaged from the scrap yard. To repair or buy a new one? Well, can't think liao, it was about 2am already, and I won't be the one paying for it. 1st time I'm closing my room door to sleep since she went to studies, thanks to the light she has to keep on and the noises....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm very mean to write till like that, but that's her :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-113739308296908301?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/113739308296908301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=113739308296908301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113739308296908301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113739308296908301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2006/01/nightmares-are-back.html' title='Nightmares are back..........'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-113350291364036066</id><published>2005-12-02T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:55:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some businessman ah.......</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe how unscrupulous some businessman can be. After a full page write-up of my company in the chinese paper last Sunday, talking about my company's 50 years history, one of our competitor deliberately do their '80th' Anniversary from Wednesday. I have no problem with him trying to do some promotion, but the thing is, they just celebrated their 60th Anniversary a few years back, at most 5 years back! How did they grow 20 years in 5 years!? Come on, what are they thinking? That consumers are stupid? Oh well, I can't be bothered with such liars. I just wish that consumers will know better and not 'get attracted' by their '80 years history'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a short update. Been so busy lately.... so tired I can fall asleep at 7pm+..... can spent the whole day staring at the computer, flipping through files and files, searching for information.... Also kanna arrowed into preparing for some forms which I know almost next to nothing. Seems like I'm a big target nowadays, everything also arrowed on me. Got good got bad la, but just keep those irrelevant ones away from me. It's bad enough I can't apply my banking and finance skills at work already, so don't throw all the crappy stuffs to me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much mood to write too much, coz already been typing a lot into the computer lately, and later still got a big stack of invoice to clear..... sianz........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-113350291364036066?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/113350291364036066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=113350291364036066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113350291364036066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113350291364036066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-businessman-ah.html' title='some businessman ah.......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9803508.post-113012614448749390</id><published>2005-10-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:55:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!!!</title><content type='html'>What happened in the past month? Attended my 1st ever 'Black Tie' event, attended a 'business' course at a 'society'(which turn out to be a crappy session), my cousin's wedding dinner at The Marriott, ktv session with "VMD", dengue, and err.... sealing a deal which will make me broke for the next 2 months. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start. The black tie event is the prestigious ASME/Lianhe Zaobao Singapore Promising Brand Award held at the Raffles Ballroom, hosted by Daryl David and Diana Ser, on 7th Oct. My company won the Heritage Award, which is only given to companies with over 40 years history. Thanks to my grandfather that we're here today. Interesting experience, seeing everyone so formally dressed up, all the big businessmen &amp; women, of which I known none..... ok, at least I know 1 or 2. Overall a very boring event =P Too formal, too 'artificial', but that's the business-kind-of-function. Interesting dishes, fusion of international food such as sushi, smoked duck, 'garden vege' salad, chinese fried noodles, fried chicken, etc, and hot bread with pudding and mango sauce(most memorable). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, let's talk about my cousin's wedding dinner. It was held on Wednesday 12 Oct. On the way to the dinner, a stupid Merz taxi crash into my dad's car, lucky only major scratches, cost the taxi driver $500. Unhappy things aside, reach Marriott slightly later than supposed to, but as usual, everyone still standing around at the cocktail reception. My cousin's about 22-23 years old. Her hubby, not quite sure, but about same age I guess. Heard they spent 15K(!!) just on their wedding album. They got a flat at Pinnacle@Duxton, a new car, and wedding dinner at Marriott..... I'm worrying about their finance, the guy sign-on after 'O', my cousin just start working. Oh well, hope nothing goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Given the seat at the VIP table with my parents, a bit stressed cause so many elders around and they're not getting the seats. But can't help, my auntie arranged it that way. Started off with the story of the boy and girl. Seeing the pictures of my cousin when she was much younger makes me emotional and remember the days when we played together, and now she's all grown up and married. My grandmother would have been very happy if she had been able to attend, but she's already gone for almost 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;All my cousins have grown up, mostly as tall as me, some even taller. Time flies, I'm already 26! Can remember the days when all of us are still kids, playing around, running around, screaming around, and now all young adults. We don't normally meet since we grew up, only seeing each other at Chinese New Year. Think I should initiate and get everyone out for coffee/gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Food was normal(other than the specially made Haagen Dazs ice cream), but the waitress that serve us is very good, always wearing a smile, and very attentive. Think her name is Wendy, as I didn't really want to look too carefully at her nametag right in front of her chest. Think she should have gotten a few service awards so she was chosen for the VIP table. The host, my cousin's younger sister, was quite impressive. From a cute, quiet girl to the confident, beautiful lady now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote so much today already, spent over 1 hour. Think I'll cut short for the next few events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Spageddies with &lt;strong&gt;VMD&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;enus-&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;eiyu-&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;esmond, followed by ktv. Wasn't expecting ktv, but I 'chin-chye' just went along. $50 flies away again, but this gang is so much fun it's definitely worth spending the money, though I'm quite broke, coz I made this deal to buy a remote control robot from a guy. Cost me $1,250 after bargaining it down from $1,500. It was supposed to cost like $2.5-3k initially as it's a limited edition, but he's clearing it as he will be moving to Australia soon, pending the approval. High-tech toy, walking on 2 legs, with a camera for its mono-eye and a monitor on the remote control, shoots bullets from its gun. Best thing is I've another 2 at home, a green version and a red version(this one is the desert version I'm buying), so I've got the complete set. Keep telling myself this will be the last big item(toy) I'll buy, let's hope it will be, let's pray it will be, but who knows, but I really hope it will be the last. I had to sell off a few of my kits to finance this purchase, so I hope it will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The business course was totally, totally crap. The professor was like doing a talk show, saying whatever comes into mind. Although he has a PowerPoint presentation, all the crap he was talking was not related. People are asking him like 'what is his view on local companies like Creative?' and he could say 'ah.... Creative, I know a bit of it, but did not really study the company, blah blah blah.......' and he didn't even know Sim Wong Hoo!! This is what you call know a bit about the company? And somehow he ended up talking about investment in China. Nobody ask him about that, we're talking about a company in Singapore, and he gave us nothing of it. Basically that was how the whole session went, more like an auntie session at the market. I ended up with a real headache, I had to take 2 times x 2 panadols that night. Supposed to have another session yesterday(23rd Oct), but as my big uncle (aka boss who sign me up for the course) not going, I escaped from the torture session. Thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengue fever, my 5th uncle got "hit", stayed in hospital for 9 days. Think he got bitten at our warehouse, so we just avoided that place and had it fumigated. He lost quite some weight, 3-5kg, can see he has trimmed down. Maybe I should get it too, need to lose some weight also. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, end of update, think I wrote many many things, probably you're tired after reading all this. Close your eyes, give them a rest. Thanks for reading this! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-113012614448749390?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/113012614448749390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=113012614448749390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113012614448749390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/113012614448749390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates.html' title='Updates!!!'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-112469994078324640</id><published>2005-09-13T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:04:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication......</title><content type='html'>Different people have different thinkings, different values, different believes. No two person are identical. My thinking may not be same as anyone, but I do not expect anyone to change their thinking just to suit mine. I've met many people with different values and thinking. Occasionally, I may question their thinking and ask them to change, but not because I can't accept their thinking, but 'politically', their thinking may not be correct. But even if they like to carry on with their thinking, I do not get angry with them, accuse them, or whatsoever. I respect them as individuals and their thinkings. Everyone has their right to believe, and I accept their thinking and the way they are. Why should I bother to ever change them or get angry with them? They are old enough to decide what is good for them and bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Studies show that effective communication is a result of 7% the words you use, 38% tone &amp; pitch of voice and 55% body language. Over the phone, the words you use account for 16% and your Voice accounts for 84% !!! Shocking figures? Not to me. Can't recall how many times people have got angry over smses that I've sent, even though it was suppose to be a friendly sms. The other party just interpret the sms in their way, and thus my real message did not get across to them, but instead angered them. Sometimes I don't understand what they are angry about, yet when I call them immediately(to use my other 84% of clarification) to clarify, the most common response was either not taking my call, or dropping the call abruptly. Well, if this happens, they can't be bothered to clarify anything, so usually I'll just forget it. Not that I want to ignore it, but the other party got angry for some reason I can't understand and he/she gives me no way of finding out where the miscommunication happen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better stop writing liao, cause I'm actually doing this in office. =P Time to get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-112469994078324640?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/112469994078324640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=112469994078324640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112469994078324640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112469994078324640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/09/communication.html' title='Communication......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-112412175207770385</id><published>2005-08-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:02:32.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks, and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/730/1600/P8140017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2688/730/320/P8140017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the fireworks festival yesterday. Kinda &lt;em&gt;deja vu&lt;/em&gt; as had also went to Marina South last saturday, though the main part was for dinner and this time was for fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Crowded as usual, squeeze in the bus, place packed with people. Arrived in the midst of explosion going around(some military equipments display), choppers flying around, jeeps and APCs raging onto the field. The familiar smell of carbon, muddy fields....etc....... reminds me I'm going back for reservist next feb. That's not a good topic to touch now.&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we walk to the best place to catch the fireworks, just right across the 'river'. Reached there very earlier, about 1 hour before the show. 'Booked' our seats, and started chatting away, and testing our cameras. Soon the sky got dark, Peipei also joined in(always glad that this group of friends make the effort to meet) after her long day. &lt;br /&gt;Minutes past 8, the fireworks were up and away. Great view, no one blocking, slight wind blowing from the front. The music was quite soft, mainly coz we weren't sitting at the grandstand where they're blasting the music, and where we were were jus a few small soundbox quite far away. Just immensed in the fireworks, though it probably wasn't as good as the one last year(I think). Maybe the impact of the music was better last time.&lt;br /&gt;Show ended in abt 15 minutes. I had recorded 14:41 mm/ss of footage. Did it in low quality as memory card only 128mb. Using high quality would only record about 6 minutes, which is very short compared to the whole show of 15 minutes. Gave up quality for quantity, no choice. Video looks grainy from the camera screen, haven't seen on pc yet, hope will be much better.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, headed for Cityhall to meet Huisze. Was a long ride out, as there are people everywhere. Squeeze here and there, finally got onto the train and to Cityhall. &lt;br /&gt;Decided to settle at Starbucks. Sat down, chit chat, take video, sipping our drinks, munching the special 'birthday' walnut cake. Kept a piece for Huisze. Think she was quite hungry(?), joined us and started munching away, haha. Somehow as I was watching her eat, I was thinking she's beginning to pick up some 'rural' habits. haha..... just my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat chit chat......... each of us got a friendship band from Minyin(my 1st ever one! Believe it.) Soon, it was 11pm. Getting late, everyone still have to work on monday. Soon had to part. Everyone headed in different directions. It's amazing we've know each others for 9.5 years, and amazing FATE can bring us from different walks and parts of Singapore together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, just past midnight, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-112412175207770385?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/112412175207770385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=112412175207770385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112412175207770385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112412175207770385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/08/fireworks-and-friends.html' title='Fireworks, and friends'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-112269193132405295</id><published>2005-07-30T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:20:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions......</title><content type='html'>Had wanted to log on to 'talk' about this girl who's been sticking around me recently, but situations do occur, so we'll talk about her some other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues is leaving today.... We are the only few young ones in the company. Came to office today feeling very normal, but now a bit emotional. Just received a present from her abt 5 mins ago. Don't know what's inside yet. It was after reading the card that I feel strange, more like sadness. Indeed, I have not found my place in the company yet. Other than chasing back a couple of thousand of dollars from debtors, maintaining some invoice records, and being the so-called IT technician, I'm still quite lost in the company now. She wish I'll find my place and reason in the company soon..... I think I know my reason already, but the place is still missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I throw aside my 5 years of banking and finance training, coming here to work, when I used to have this aspiration to become a top banker? What is a degree holder doing at a job that pays less than being a bus driver? What happened to the years of economics theories and financial advices that he had accumulated over the years? He sees the problems of the company, but he could do nothing. There's no channel to voice out his opinons, so he can only keep them within himself, and occasionally grumble it out to his parents and a few unfortunate others. He could leave the company easily and pursue the dream that he had left behind, but he did not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these...... for he have memories of how the company was built up, for why the company was named with its name, for all the hard work that has been put in by the workers over the many years, for those who have contributed to the company in one way or another, for the great customers who have supported the company for so many years, for the huge potential that the company has but has been largely undermined, and for his grandpa, who built the business single-handedly from nothing, really nothing, through sheer hard work and brains. He will not let the company stay on the delta as it has been for so long, he wants it back to those days when the company was climbing the steep slope. But he has lost his way, pulled back by the things around him, discouraged by the system.... but he believes that one day, he'll be back on his feet again, the only problem is he doesn't know when...... &lt;em&gt;hopefully soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-112269193132405295?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/112269193132405295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=112269193132405295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112269193132405295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112269193132405295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/07/emotions.html' title='Emotions......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-112260211203844613</id><published>2005-07-29T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:55:12.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn again?</title><content type='html'>Shucks....... think I torn my knee cartilage again. Been walking around these few days with a clicking feel in my left knee, just like how it felt before I went for surgery. Don't know how it became like this, did the doctor pull too hard during my last consultation? All I know was my leg became very sore the day after the consultation last week, and when the pain went away, the clicking feel was in my knee already. I'm bearing with it at the moment, do not wish to go through the agony of all the check-ups again. Hope it will recover by itself, but I'm not sure if it will. Probably will take a long time and lots of rest(which I do not have). Trying to walk very carefully nowadays to prevent further damage, so I'm kinda strolling all the time. Doesn't look good when people around me are working so busily, but I can't help it, I don't want to risk my knee. I guess that if this goes on, I'll probably go through another surgery within the next 5 years, either knee replacement or what. A 26-years-old man with a knee of a 62-years-old man, terrible....... Can't imagine the day when I need to carry someone, be it being sweet to my other half or in case of an emergency. Don't think my knee can take it. Bless my knee......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-112260211203844613?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/112260211203844613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=112260211203844613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112260211203844613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112260211203844613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/07/torn-again.html' title='torn again?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-112184802698007170</id><published>2005-07-20T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:27:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shock!!!! mini shock..........</title><content type='html'>AH!!!!!!! 0_0  Just bought medicine costing $268.40!!!! Can't believe it when the nurse first told me the price, got a shock, especially when I'm getting it from the pharmacy at TTSH prescribed by the doctor. 1st time buying such expensive medicine....... can imagine how much more expensive they are if I were to get them from outside pharmacy. That's an average of $1.50 per day, not considering much really, but thinking of how I got to this stage where I need to eat all this supplements(stupid NS), it's really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, it's 4.30pm liao, off work loh, haha, came in to while away a few minutes before getting off work. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-112184802698007170?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/112184802698007170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=112184802698007170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112184802698007170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112184802698007170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/07/shock-mini-shock.html' title='shock!!!! mini shock..........'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-112130922166025042</id><published>2005-07-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:47:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing interest?</title><content type='html'>Past few weeks haven't been feeling well, not that I'm feeling well now, but at least a bit better. Finding work life getting monotonous, wisdom that I've acquire from books and lecturers gone to waste, letting one of my poly lecturers down as he seems to have expect me to accomplish much..... and my late grandma...... &lt;br /&gt;Why am I still sticking onto a job with low pay, low recognition, with 'superiors' who do not listen to the workers who are doing the hands on, and like to employ the service of some consultants who will in turn question the workers who are doing the hands on. Wouldn't it be more logical to consult the employees directly? Does it really have to go through those consultants who does not really do anything but talk? Maybe boss find their words nicer to the ears? Coz they are 'professionals' who take thousands away from him each time, so making their words more valuable, while words from us, the cheap labours, are cheap too. Why is this boss hiring us to do the accounts and other admin stuffs when he himself is going through every nitty bitty grit? He could have done everything himself if he is so free to check everything. It would save him thousands of dollar every month. And perhaps with this few thousands that he save, he should go and take some accounting courses instead of accusing that his workers are doing the wrong things. &lt;br /&gt;And what have I achieve in this 1 year? Not much, only keeping records of sales which will be used only when we check our accounts, digging out some old files and 'chasing' some customers for some money which have been owed for up to 5 years, the daily and monthly counting cash....... hmm anything else? Not quite the challenge when I was thinking of going into the world of stocks &amp; derivatives. It was such a challenge during my poly days when we were playing the market. We had to maintain our concentration on the monitor for any price changes and any errors could cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars. Wherelse here, many times I have to find things to keep myself busy, updating some files, plotting some graphs to see trends(don't blame me, I'm an analyst by training), and when there's really nothing for me to do, I'll be playing some online games. Where on earth can you find a job that allows you to play games online during office hours? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes really feel like leaving this place and find something more challenging. But for a &lt;strong&gt;vision&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm holding, I'll be sticking around, I'm no quitter when the going gets tough&lt;em&gt;(in this case boring)&lt;/em&gt; . Ha, back to the houseflies catching game for now. Till I get more motivation. That's all for my grumbling now, thanks for listening in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-112130922166025042?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/112130922166025042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=112130922166025042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112130922166025042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/112130922166025042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/07/losing-interest.html' title='losing interest?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111877207279421711</id><published>2005-06-15T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T02:01:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts............</title><content type='html'>I can't understand, do I look like a chiongster? My long hair? Or am I behaving like one? It seems to me quite a few people think I'm a chiongster. Yes I admit I've been to a nightspot quite frequently in those 2 months last year, but I only go coz my friend jio me, and most importantly, not having to pay while experiencing another side of life which I had not experienced in the past 25 years. I had been very curious why people like these places since years ago, so when these opportunities came by, I thought I will just try out how it feels. Yes, the 1st time it was fun, but after a few more time, things became quite routine. So what's with some people going there everyday, or a few times a week? I tried that, but I can't understand. I haven't been there for sometime liao, last on 1st April. I'm not a chiongster. There are times to have fun, and when the times come, I'll have fun. But most of the time, I'm still the me you've known in the past 25 years. Anyway, for people who really know me and my thoughts, they'll know I'm a really traditional man, so this 'partying streak' is just another passing moment in life. It's good to try new things now, when I'm still young, but always know what you are doing. I've tried partying, it's not that great, maybe good once in a blue moon to let off. I'm trying to keep long hair now, since I had kept short hair for past 25 years. They will have to go 1 day too. It's just another stage of a youth growing up, trying new things. You will try new things too one day sooner or later, or already had got past this stage. It's just another stage in the process of growing up. Maybe try colouring my hair next? haha, I don't think so, for now. Too many coloured heads in the streets already, I'm more outstanding with black hair :P I just won't follow the crowd, coz I'm special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111877207279421711?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111877207279421711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111877207279421711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111877207279421711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111877207279421711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts............'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111699332123627090</id><published>2005-05-25T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:55:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title = got title</title><content type='html'>Supposedly to be my last post for the month. Gonna go Expo after and set up everything for the Food Expo, then Expo till next monday, and pc at home is gone case, so no net access. My email will blow, my neopets will be dying of hunger, hopefully no important emails will come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, maybe some of you wondering how come I got play neopets. Well, coz someone 'influenced' me. Started playing so can find some common topics with her, but now, not much reason to play on.... But being responsible for the pets, I still log in to take care of them, though not everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee, scored another victory! Chased back some $2000+ of outstanding invoices from one of the major supermarket chains just now. Some of the invoices had already been owed for over 4 years!!! Imagine that! haha, quite happy, but I'm not getting any cut in that amount that I chased back.... so why I chase back that amount for? hmm...... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, having lunch soon and back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111699332123627090?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111699332123627090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111699332123627090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111699332123627090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111699332123627090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-title-got-title.html' title='no title = got title'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111657647125022386</id><published>2005-05-20T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:07:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day again......</title><content type='html'>Been busy rushing to prepare for the Expo next week, so generally feel guilty when I have to leave right after work to go for my acupuncture session while the rest are still putting in ot to complete the work. But no choice, my appointment has already been made and it had already been changed once, so not very nice if I change it again.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, it wasn't long before it was my turn. As usual, just went into the room, lay on the bed, roll up my khakis, and soon the needles were poking into my leg. Today's session seems more painful than last time, maybe coz I've not been here for 2 weeks? As I lay in bed waiting, while the doctor attend to another patient, a very familiar song came from the radio. It is 'Wo Deng Ni' sang by Rene Liu..... I used to listen to this song the whole morning when I was giving up hope on a very strong liking on a gal. I gave this cd to the gal, hoping she'll get what it means. I had told her straight before but nothing came out of it. Stuck by for 3 years.... but she takes me as a good friend only. Anyway, she's a baptised Christian now, so I shouldn't be still having any hope. Haven't been in touch with her often since the 'break up', maybe like once or twice a year only. Don't dare, I'm afraid it may rekindle things.... Guess I was kinda scared off by myself how deep I could like someone. Though there's another gal on mind now, and I've known her since 1996, I've not done anything. And she's getting attached very soon........ oh well, what can I do? I could try to chase her back, but I'm not doing anything..... oh well, poor bloke with no money and career, don't wanna 'drag' anyone down with me.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, time to 'start' work again. Hope I'll update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111657647125022386?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111657647125022386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111657647125022386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111657647125022386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111657647125022386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-day-again.html' title='another day again......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111600610779157153</id><published>2005-05-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:43:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blog, another day</title><content type='html'>Long time no update here, coz 'accidentally' created another blog at msn space. Kinda lazy, so sometimes just click my msn and get into My Space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend of mine quite attitude. Early in the morning greet me with 'Dao ah...', (means I very proud). Then I busy working, so reply say 'bo eng', than she say I rude. Wonder who in the 1st place being rude to me. Is 'dao ah...' a good way to greet a person early in the morning? Still say she msn her friends is like that one. Too bad, don't expect me to be courteous to you if you start off being so rude. Maybe she's too well-pampered by people around her liao, but that's no reason to be rude to me. I prefer to talk to well-mannered people. Ask me out also don't tell me time and place, and when I replied asking 'Time?' in 1 message and 'Where?' in another message, she rudely replied 'Cannot ask all questions together ah? Must separate ask is it?'(or something like that). Is that rude or what? Can't be bothered to reply her, rather carry on with my work. No point talking nicely to a person who don't even have basic courtesy. No point complaining here, but at least let off steam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in the wrong? I got attitude? Do leave ur comment/s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111600610779157153?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111600610779157153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111600610779157153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111600610779157153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111600610779157153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-blog-another-day.html' title='Another blog, another day'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111387545411526468</id><published>2005-04-19T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:24:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation ceremony</title><content type='html'>Actually, it was on last friday, but i wanted to but didn't have mood to come here and update. Woke up early that day as I need to be there before 9am. Went with mum and dad, and pick up a friend on the way. I wasn't really excited about this ceremony at all. Afterall, it makes no difference as I'm already a graduate, working in my family biz and drawing a miserable salary. But I can't complain as it's kind of my responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, went to register 1st. Somehow, the Banking and Finance queue is so long, while others virtually have no queue. Joined my friends in the changing room after I registered. They were already dressed up and putting their finishing touches already. I also got ready too, and soon took out my camera and took a few pictures. I'm not feeling excited, just now that I have to go through this and get it done with. Around 9.30am, started a briefing in the hall. And by 10am, the actual ceremony started. Sitting beside me was a chio-bu(which means not pretty but knows how to make up for it through make-up :P) Sit there till my shoulder ache, before it was finally my turn and went up the stage, shake Rosemary's hand, took the 'file', and pose for the photo. Soon I was off the stage and collected my cert, before heading to my seat again. Amazingly, one of the girl whom I know(though not very well) is one of the top students in school. Had noticed her since my very 1st day in school for orientation, but didn't get to know her well as she resembles a very special friend of mine.Oh well, let's get going on.&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, we came down to the atrium area where reception is. Started wandering around, finding friends, taking photos. Didn't eat a bit, wasted :P Bascially was walking about, taking photos, till everyone disperse. Stayed back as some friends attending the afternoon ceremony. Meanwhile took off the gown and relax in Megabite. Great to have some friends in school whom I can talk to during those 2 hours. After 2hrs, finally 4.30pm and started to head downstairs to wait for those from the afternoon ceremony. Got into my gown again and soon taking photos again. It was soooooo tiring, joining this group for a while then another group. Photos and more photos, and soon, it's finally time to go home, to prepare for another outing in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go Devil's, but ended up in the queue for a couple of hours, before heading to Coffee Bean. Basically was on the phone for quite some time, a friend needs a listening ear, and so there I was listening patiently to her. Went home around 2am+, and drop flat onto my bed and zzzzzzz................&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, still didn't manage to meet the girl I wanted to know so much in SIM..... guess no fate........... sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111387545411526468?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111387545411526468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111387545411526468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111387545411526468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111387545411526468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/04/graduation-ceremony.html' title='Graduation ceremony'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111301592220041375</id><published>2005-04-09T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:05:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable customers............</title><content type='html'>Took a call just 5 mins ago.... this auntie so unreasonable, I'm just an office worker who occasionally answer calls and take orders if there is one, and after taking orders, I'll leave them at the 'outbox' where the delivery guys will deliver to their respective customers. This auntie so unreasonable, said she placed her order yesterday and now still haven't receive the goods. The order is out, but the delivery guy still haven't turn up for work today(almost 11am liao), what can I do? I can't guarantee he'll come today and deliver that order. I've got no control over the delivery guys, they're all my seniors. The auntie just being unreasonable and said " Then I no use talking to you, you also won't know one." and hang up on me. &lt;strong&gt;Kaoz&lt;/strong&gt;...... as if my fault like that..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111301592220041375?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111301592220041375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111301592220041375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111301592220041375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111301592220041375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/04/unreasonable-customers.html' title='Unreasonable customers............'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111284529384437040</id><published>2005-04-07T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:41:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again.........</title><content type='html'>Stupid pc was down for over 2 weeks. Power unit gone, and din managed to find time to go get one, and my bro kanna chickenpox, so he cannot go get too. In the end no pc at home lor, do all the access in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 weeks quite happening, went chalet with 5 gals, I'm the only guy. Sounds good right? haha..... Trigger happy and took over 220 photos, quite amazing for a 3 day 2 night chalet. But missed an outing for my group of best frens on the 24th Mar, as busy preparing for chalet. Oh well..... one of the very few outings with this group that I din go, as I normally the organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also dad's car was kanna 'kissed' by another car. Kinda suay..... new car coming in June liao, now April already, still need to repair the old one(the 'tail' needs to be replaced). Claim from the other person's insurance, but I keep thinking is it worth the effort, since my dad's car will be scrap soon. In the end that day also din go to a fren's 21st b'day celebration. So sorry abt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Apr, fren jio go Devil's Bar. In the afternoon one of the cute gal(named L hereafter) I knew in sch sms me, so I jio her go Devil's too. Surprisingly she agree. I went there early, reached ard 9+, and went in with my frens 1st. Din managed to get a table at 1st, so in the end open 1 bottle and got 1 table. Preferred the 'Live Room', but too bad. Went in abt 1 hr den came out liao, wait for L to come. Queue was quite long liao, so I stand in the queue 1st. She reached abt 1 hr later, and join me in the queue. We chit chat and talk about things, many things. Somehow, in the midst of our talking, I asked her if she like me. Dunno how I ended up asking that question. She admitted there was a bit. Quite surprising. This is 1 cute little gal who have lots of guys around her. Kinda happy but in the end know she's not my type, but still good to know that I have the charm to attract such a nice gal =P And I hope it's not an April Fool's joke. Danced the night away, and sent her home. In the cab, she hug my arm like a bolster, and rest her head in my arm. Feels sweet.... very sweet........ Sent her right to her doorstep, before heading home. Reached home ard 5.30am, and we exchanged a few sms, and the content was somehow serious yet hinting. It was 6.30am when I caught an hour's sleep before heading to work.&lt;br /&gt;She called me up on 4th and ask me out for movie. Another surprise move from her. She took the initiative to ask me out, I kinda like it, hehe.. But it wasn't long before I know she got ask another guy along, but he din make it. Caught the movie on the 6th, but had Jap dinner before that. And somehow, the feeling kinda ended on this date. Nothing special anymore, absolutely nothing. I guess stay as fren better. We'll see.....&lt;br /&gt;Din feel like sleeping after sending her home, so surf net till abt 3am before going back to room and falling asleep about 20mins later. And here I am in the morning, blogging away in office. haha, better start work liao, hope I'll update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111284529384437040?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111284529384437040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111284529384437040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111284529384437040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111284529384437040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-again.html' title='back again.........'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111113340801529445</id><published>2005-03-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:10:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short but puzzling question.</title><content type='html'>???Why is it that the people I like don't like me and I don't like those who like me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111113340801529445?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111113340801529445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111113340801529445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111113340801529445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111113340801529445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/03/short-but-puzzling-question.html' title='Short but puzzling question.'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-111081380001397446</id><published>2005-03-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:24:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I'm never gonna update this again......</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right, 1st post in over a month, and I guess some of you might have thought I'm never gonna update again, just like I thought myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really didn't want to come here to post again, or I'm feeling old, but at this point of time, I think this is a good place to voice my view on a certain topic that someone around me is in. I'm pretty sure she will not read this, but if she does, then I hope she'll do something about it. As for the rest of you, if you wanna read some poor English typed in a fury, just read on, it's just some grunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dunno how to start this off. Well, it just goes like this...... If you have a boyfriend for 7 months, and you're planning to live your life with him forever, why would you wanna try to sabotage yourself and do things that he will not be happy with and will do you no good in the long run? Just because he can't be by your side now due to his work, then you can find other guys to go out with? And those guys are those who had express interest in you before! Can you ever put yourself in your bf's shoes? How insecure would the bf feel.... and you keep complaining that he never put himself in your shoes, yet you're doing stupid things like this. Guys are 'vinegar jars', few guys will be willing to let their gf go out with guys who had some 'history' with their gf, this would only put pressure on them, and possibly strain the relationship. Never ever trust guys, I'm a guy too. Just because the other guy having a gf now does not mean he has let you go, especially if you remember how he had 'let it all out' and all the action just a few months back. You are in a relationship, he is in a relationship, and what are you trying to do? Allow him to get close again and in the end sabotaging both yours and his relationship? He may have provide you with companionship and fun in the past, but now that you are in a relationship, do R-E-S-P-E-C-T your bf who is away and not able to accompany you. It's just the same thing if the opposite happens: you're away and he's here meeting up other close female friends who had chased him before, and having fun. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't like this feeling. If you don't want anyone to find out what you had done, don't do it in the 1st place! Do not ask me to lie or hide the truth! I don't need to do all this for you, and I can tell you straight in the face I do not like to lie, nor hide things from others if they asked. You are a fun-loving creature, but in a relationship, C-O-M-M-I-T-M-E-N-T should come before fun, and if you want your kind of fun more than commitment, don't get into a relationship, end up hurting yourself, your bf, and maybe in the process break up the 3rd party's relationship. It's exactly because your bf knows what kind of person you are that he's always so worried. And yet you complain so much about him when you yourself do not knowing your own limits and doing things which he fears. What are you trying to prove? Are you trying to test him to the limits and break off with you? He has done his part by deleting his other female friends contacts, and telling them he's attached if they do look him up. I think it is time for you to do your part too, if you're still interesting in maintaining this relationship. You can carry on doing what you are doing if you like, but if you do, I do not foresee your relationship lasting for another 6 months, if it gets past this 2 months 1st. And what the hack? This is none of my business anyway! Just don't come crying at me if things goes wrong if you insist on living life YOUR WAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-111081380001397446?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/111081380001397446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=111081380001397446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111081380001397446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/111081380001397446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-i-thought-im-never-gonna-update.html' title='And I thought I&apos;m never gonna update this again......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110770413301838967</id><published>2005-02-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:35:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Ode to the Nice Guys~</title><content type='html'>[Found this posted on a friend's webpage, thot it's meaningful, so share it here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to the nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and&lt;br /&gt;give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. But one comforting fact is that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Extracted from a passage written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110770413301838967?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110770413301838967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110770413301838967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110770413301838967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110770413301838967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/02/ode-to-nice-guys.html' title='~Ode to the Nice Guys~'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110632965726191671</id><published>2005-01-22T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:47:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't understand me, coz I don't even understand myself.</title><content type='html'>Thought of a 'lost' person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through my physio session yesterday, I was on the treadmail doing my brisk walk. The speed was originally set at 5.5, and maybe it look too easy for me, so the therapist set it higher to 6.0. I was on the stepper before I came onto the treadmail, and the stepper was just placed behind the treadmail. I had noticed a guy jogging at 6.5, and there I was, walking at 6.0. I challenged myself, and increase the speed to 6.5, and there I was, still brisk walking away.... I think I like to exercise.... but it seems that I never do exercise... I remember myself saying to myself during BMT during one of the runs that I like to run, and when I was posted to the RSAF, I had on another occasion on the treadmail told myself that I like to exercise, and now here again in TTSH Physio Centre, I feel that I actually like to exercise. Soooooo contradicting..... a person who likes to exercise but doesn't exercise? So do I like to exercise, or do I not? Yes, it feels great. No, I'm lazy, or maybe I haven't found a workout partner. Dunno.... that's just so me, not having a answer to a question on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the session, I took the mrt. In the train, I was surrounded by the smartly-dressed working class. Wasn't that what I was aiming to do all along? Graduate with a degree, and with smart office wear on me, working in some financial institution in the CBD? So why am I in jeans and tee now, working in a industrial estate? Wasn't I aiming to become a high flyer with a big paycheck in some prestigious FI? So what am I doing in a tiny factory, with which I have nowhere to put my financial knowledge to use? Responsibility I guess..... someone to help carry on this family biz. Although my elder cousin is in there, I think it'll be hard for him alone to manage the inside and outside of the company. But I would also call it self-imposed responsibility, no one ever call me to go in and help. I never understood a couple of years ago when a friend gave up her Diploma in Banking to go into special education, and now here I am, 'giving up' my Bachalor in Banking and Finance to go into a oil manufacturing factory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never understand myself... but I know that whatever happens, it happens for a reason. I'll just wait and see if i'll ever grasp the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110632965726191671?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110632965726191671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110632965726191671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110632965726191671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110632965726191671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-understand-me-coz-i-dont-even.html' title='Don&apos;t understand me, coz I don&apos;t even understand myself.'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110615227410000568</id><published>2005-01-20T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:32:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Promotion'</title><content type='html'>so long no update liao....... this week really kinda nothing happen, just the same eat-work-sleep only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the really crappy Kungfu Hustle with a good friend on tues. Won the tiks in a Ch 8 contest. Only send in 1 sms at 3am a few weeks ago and I won, really lucky. Before the show we went for dinner. As we were sitting there eating n chatting, she ask me why I never get attached. I think I'm not ready to settle down as I have nothing(as in career, money, etc)yet. Read somewhere that when 2 person falls in love, the gal will produce a kind of 'like' hormone in her brain. This is the hormone that makes people feel they are in love. But sadly, these hormones only live for about 30months. That's why we see many couples breaking up after 2-3years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for me, I prefer to start off as friends, den slowly become good friend, den best friend, den maybe gf. I rather build up the relationship slowly, getting to know her really well before I take the plunge. No point liking someone before you really know her, in the end to know her true character and decide she's not the one. I dun wan to waste time and effort on a relationship that will end nowhere. If I get in and out of relationships too frequent, I'm afraid that when the real one comes, the feeling will be numb already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this 2 reason, my conclusion is that I will probably get married with 2 years of promoting her from my best fren to gf, although I dun know how long it will take for someone to go from fren to best fren. Sadly, now only got 2 person in 'good fren' category, and 1 is attached liao, den the other dun really got 'feedback'...... so.......... I'll be a happy bachelor, for now. See who will be the 'unlucky' one to land me this fat fish, in a few years time =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110615227410000568?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110615227410000568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110615227410000568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110615227410000568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110615227410000568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/promotion.html' title='&apos;Promotion&apos;'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110563852307523125</id><published>2005-01-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:48:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories........good and bad.........</title><content type='html'>yesterday, someone from the past sms me, asking me how my leg is recovering...  somehow we managed to stray to the past and tok a bit abt it..... bad choice, but I shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went for my physio session. Gosh, the exercise getting tougher n tougher, I was wet with sweat at the end of the session. Then as I was making my way out of TTSH, saw a nurse coming up the escalator. Looks familiar but at that instant, din recall who she is. As I step onto the escalator down, suddenly just remembered that she is my primary school mate, or should be I guess. haha, to be exact, she was my puppy love. Last time like her coz she always tie her hair up in fancy ways, like a little princess. haha, I was a kid only then, dun blame me for liking someone for such a lame reason. Can't even recall which level she was in same class with me, think it was P6? Too lazy to go dig out those class photos now. Can only recall the layout of the classroom. Anyone from Chong Shan Primary School from 1986-1991 reading this, pls leave a comment, you may be my classmate. It was a happy, simple life back den, only had to study and have lots of fun. And I did study and play real hard last time, so unlike of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110563852307523125?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110563852307523125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110563852307523125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110563852307523125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110563852307523125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/memoriesgood-and-bad.html' title='memories........good and bad.........'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110545925794006592</id><published>2005-01-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:00:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'silence'................</title><content type='html'>Haven't have much time nor mood to write these days............ did some serious 'talking' last night, end up being said I was joking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110545925794006592?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110545925794006592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110545925794006592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110545925794006592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110545925794006592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/silence.html' title='&apos;silence&apos;................'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110511056841228175</id><published>2005-01-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:12:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A record for my company</title><content type='html'>30th Dec 2004: Orders for promotional pack was passed down. Nothing has been prepared beforehand as no one knew about the plans for promo pack except the sales manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Dec 2004: Planning started. Packing materials, stickers, cartons, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st-2nd Jan 2005: Holiday + weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Jan 2005: Works on proto-type and inform suppliers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Jan 2005: Suppliers came, discuss on proto-type, and bring back samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Jan 2005: First batch of raw materials in. Work start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Jan 2005: Production all the way, lotsa hands-on job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Jan 2005 3.10pm: All 450 cartons of promo pack completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: From zero to completion, in 7 working days. Call that efficient =P Therefore, got time then go GiXXX Supermarket check it out, and buy 1 pack at least(sesame oil + garlic oil), coz I also involve in packing them. ;-) Hey! They're limited edition. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110511056841228175?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110511056841228175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110511056841228175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110511056841228175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110511056841228175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/record-for-my-company.html' title='A record for my company'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110503379683934103</id><published>2005-01-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:49:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'surprise'</title><content type='html'>What do you need at 2am in the morning, feeling moody and so decided to pack your room a bit? An avalanche of my models kits on me........ if you've been to my house before, you'll know my collection is stacked right up to the ceiling, and it came all crashing down on me..... lucky no injuries, or non that I observe, but I had a 'good' time packing till about 4am, missing sleep for my work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a better day at work to have 2 people(including big boss) saying my way of calculating production cost is way too complex for a small biz.... they're right, to some point, but that's what I studied a degree for. Study too much, too complex for a small biz.... keep things simple, and a small biz will forever be a small biz....... Can't be bothered for now, if they want it simple, then I don't need to do anymore calculation, since they already have it. Let's just see how long I stay there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110503379683934103?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110503379683934103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110503379683934103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110503379683934103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110503379683934103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/surprise.html' title='&apos;surprise&apos;'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110493845706234680</id><published>2005-01-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:20:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody moody</title><content type='html'>Don't know why, but moody quite a few days liao......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now 'eat finish nothing better to do' again, then ask myself: If I lost something 6 years ago, then half a year ago I found it again, but it belongs to someone else already, but that person gave it up after about another 2 months later, giving me a chance to get it back again but I did not go for it, am I stupid? You tell me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110493845706234680?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110493845706234680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110493845706234680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110493845706234680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110493845706234680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/moody-moody.html' title='moody moody'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110476394489489860</id><published>2005-01-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:52:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippee?</title><content type='html'>She came online right after I post the last post.... very happy I'm talking to her now, but yet there's something beyond description......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110476394489489860?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110476394489489860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110476394489489860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110476394489489860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110476394489489860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/yippee.html' title='yippee?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110476336498472431</id><published>2005-01-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:42:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...............</title><content type='html'>haven't seen her online for a week already....... I'm still not contacting her....... starting to worry some guy might have made his move...... but I'm still holding back....... dunno why......... dun ask me.......... sometimes I just dun have the answer myself...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110476336498472431?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110476336498472431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110476336498472431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110476336498472431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110476336498472431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='...............'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110468243603318851</id><published>2005-01-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:13:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend gone......</title><content type='html'>The first 2 days of the year just went past like that. Basically did nothing, just resting at home, really need it after my knee was terribly painful after 3 days at work. No celebration of the new year, no finding of my friends, nothing... except sending a few smses. Just spent the whole sat repairing the pc. Luckily managed to savage it. My mum was already prepared to buy a new one already. Anyway, this pc has been in use for 6 years already, so no wonders that it has been giving problems every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Whole of sunday was spent rotting. Woke up at 2pm+, and the rest of the day was spent on tv and food. &lt;br /&gt;Realised I've been on a eating blinge. Ate a lot of things this week. Bought a 1.89L tub of ice-cream on monday and now it's almost 80% empty. I had the most outrageous servings of food in the past few days and I ate all with no complain, and snacking in between meals. Think my weight surely will balloon, haven't gone on the weighing scale yet. I always go on a eating blinge when I'm either feeling down or stressed. Not sure what is the reason for this time round, maybe a combination of both? Don't know, but not in the mood to think now. Hope this coming week will be a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110468243603318851?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110468243603318851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110468243603318851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110468243603318851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110468243603318851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-weekend-gone.html' title='Another weekend gone......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110450915190521008</id><published>2005-01-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T00:07:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>Goodbye 2004, hello 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be a better year for everyone around me this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110450915190521008?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110450915190521008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110450915190521008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110450915190521008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110450915190521008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110442320244654456</id><published>2004-12-31T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:14:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I fall in love......... (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Suddenly was thinking about someone. Haven't seen her online for quite a few days coz of my crazy sleeping pattern, and this song came into my mind. Maybe it's something I wanna tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm old fashioned feeling as I do.&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe I'm just living in the past,&lt;br /&gt;   But when I meet the right one, I know I'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;   My first love will be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;   It will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;   For I'll never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;   In a restless world like this is&lt;br /&gt;   Love is ended before it's begun&lt;br /&gt;   And too many moonlight kisses&lt;br /&gt;   Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I give my heart&lt;br /&gt;   It will be completely.&lt;br /&gt;   For I'll never give my heart.&lt;br /&gt;   And the moment I can fell that you fell that way too&lt;br /&gt;   Is when I fall in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110442320244654456?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110442320244654456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110442320244654456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110442320244654456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110442320244654456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-i-fall-in-love-lyrics.html' title='When I fall in love......... (lyrics)'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110435038971838538</id><published>2004-12-30T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T04:02:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'1st' day in office</title><content type='html'>Back to work yesterday. Got a nasty shock when I was told I couldn't cover my mc using hospitalisation leave and so was considered no pay leave! Gosh...... I'll be broke in January..... looks like I got to cash out my ERS earlier than expected. Oh well, too bad.....&lt;br /&gt;Think my knee recovery not very good. It was so painful at the end of my working day. Fell asleep after dinner again, dunno coz my knee need to recover or my biological clock is still upside down. Now awake in the middle of the night again, hope I won't think too much like last night. Got a meeting at 10am later. Heard I will be 'sabotage' to do the employees performance evaluation as I'm still quite neutral at the moment. But think of it, if I really do this evaluation fairly, I may get into the black book of some of the employees.... Oh well, no point worrying now. If I'm assigned, then I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, '1st' day in office then I felt a bit out of place already. Didn't sit at my usual place at the 2nd floor office, but instead spent most of my time sitting at the QA office. Maybe it feels better there coz got radio on, wherelse it's so quiet at the 2nd floor office.&lt;br /&gt;Actually still got 2 weeks mc, but think I'll go to work most of the time as I'll need the money, can't afford to take NPL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110435038971838538?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110435038971838538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110435038971838538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110435038971838538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110435038971838538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2004/12/1st-day-in-office.html' title='&apos;1st&apos; day in office'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110427305467841008</id><published>2004-12-29T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T06:30:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awake in the middle of the night, thinking away.....</title><content type='html'>Fell asleep last night at around 8.15pm after dinner, and woke up at 1.39am..... Had missed sleep yesterday morning so I could sleep early last night and wake up fresh for work, but in the end slept too early and woke up too early.... Was laying in bed just now thinking of some things. Suddenly thought of a very old toy I used to play when I was very young....&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 3 or 4 years old, everytime when I go to central with my mum, I'll see an elderly guy selling canes with about 5 bells(those type enclosed in a plastic 'cage') attached to them. The sticks will be decorated with foil paper. I'll get my mum to buy and when I reach home, I'll normally slowly unwrap the foil paper coil around the cane and just take the whole thing apart. Thinking of it, there's a sadness in my heart, dunno why... Maybe think it was such a waste, my family wasn't that well-off last time. Maybe I miss that ah-pek? Or maybe I miss those time when I was young, when life was simple with no worries...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no answer to that, so next topic. Took out my x'mas gift exchange present to have another look. It's a clock, with a number '8' black pool ball as the base, and a clear lcd attached to the top. Just amazing how technology advance. Numbers just appear in the middle of the clear lcd. Pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I hate laying in bed at night and not able to fall asleep. I'll think of a lot of things. Just now also thought of a girl I met in school. She was the 1st person that really got my attention when I 1st join 'that' school. It was orientation day and she came a bit late, and smiled at me and ask if she could sit down beside me as she joins the group. She had the sweetest and friendliest smile, and that brightens up my 1st day in school. Saw her with her bf the other day, they seems to be getting on very well. Oh well, just another one of those girls I was attracted to and did not get to know better. I'm used to it already. I'm still not getting my 1st gf, and hopefully life partner ;-) I've always wish that my 1st gf will become my life partner, and live happily with her till the very last day. Perhaps it's this dream that I want to fulfill, resulting in me not getting attached so far.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, go rest my eyes for a while more, will be back to work in another 1 and a half hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110427305467841008?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110427305467841008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110427305467841008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110427305467841008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110427305467841008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2004/12/awake-in-middle-of-night-thinking-away.html' title='awake in the middle of the night, thinking away.....'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110422632020113622</id><published>2004-12-28T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T17:35:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Last' day of mc.......</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the hospital for the follow-up of my knee surgery. By right today my last day of mc, but doctor decide to give me 2 more weeks. Dunno happy or sad. Happy coz can relax, sad coz relax too much become slack..... become worm liao...... But think I'll go to work from tomorrow, and stay home if my knee cannot take it. This 2 weeks take it easy 1st, since I haven't really test how far my 're-born' knee can endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the news this morning, casualties for tidal waves goes over 22,000....... and more expected to come...... this is so saddening....... millions lost their homes............... Sent an email to a mailing list(Gundam related of coz) I'm subscribed to and ask them to make donation to their local Red Cross. Hope they'll spread the word around and pull everyone across the world together and help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110422632020113622?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110422632020113622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110422632020113622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110422632020113622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110422632020113622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-mc.html' title='&apos;Last&apos; day of mc.......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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-9803508.post-110415103457946996</id><published>2004-12-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:52:01.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st blog.......</title><content type='html'>A sad day to start with...... heard the news of the quake...... saw footages on news........ it was terrible......... seeing the deaths figures reminds me that life is very fragile and it may be taken away from me anytime, with or without warning..... but I rather it be taken away so suddenly that no one have time to see me slowly fade away and be sad, as I had experience when my grandma fade away slightly a year ago...... It was a period of sad memories, almost 6months, that still bring tears to me when I think about those times.. :""(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty boring x'mas. Din went out to Orchard to feel the mood coz of my leg, and almost no celebration at all other than the Ares bbq. Am really glad that Junkang took the effort to organise this event, and sending me home late at 1.30am. Gotta thank him, but being the withdrawn me, din do it personally again. It's been a really long time since I had this kind of late outing, and I just thought it may be the last one in a long time to come as soon, everyone will be graduating and busy with their working lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although had plans to date someone out on x'mas or the eve, but in the end nothing materialise again.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9803508-110415103457946996?l=hyperamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/feeds/110415103457946996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9803508&amp;postID=110415103457946996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110415103457946996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9803508/posts/default/110415103457946996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperamos.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-1st-blog.html' title='my 1st blog.......'/><author><name>hyperamos</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>
