<?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-11668009</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:50:10.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My proprium spatioum</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal space to rattle on and on and on and on... okie think u get the hint...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-3824397452385345588</id><published>2009-01-02T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:01:08.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complacent</title><content type='html'>How many a times am I complacent in doing things? Enjoy life while I can, slack slack slack is my motto for this past months. Doing nothing really fruitful wasting my life away, seconds and minutes ticked away while not achieving anything. Time does not stay still for anyone who do not treasure it. I can't ask the moon and the sun to stand still if I am absolutely complacent in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year 2008 was gone in a blink of an eye, it seems like time always eludes away from my hand, it is like trying to catch a vapour with my bare hands which almost is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about a father and a child is that no matter what the child does, the father still loves the child. This is the grace and love that the father has for the child. How does a child repays back the love the father has is mostly through actions. Actions of obedience, actions of submission, actions of loving, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not waste our time anymore and really treasure the fading time that we all have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-3824397452385345588?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/3824397452385345588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=3824397452385345588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/3824397452385345588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/3824397452385345588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2009/01/complacent.html' title='Complacent'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-4374405428278129984</id><published>2008-11-25T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:40:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to start investing?</title><content type='html'>I recently read on some webpages and there are some things that we can follow up on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a need to read up more investments be it lump sum or regular contribution to investments and the supporting arguments behind the application of each theory. If you want to do investment, get purely investment plan and not linked to any life insurance or endownment plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things or products to avoid are Investment Linked Products (ILPs). They are primarily sold by insurance companies with part of your premium to insurance and the rest to invesments. The reason why you should try to choose other alternatives if you are thinking of investing is because most ILPs don't allocated fully your premiums in the first few years. They go to paying the agents / advisers their commissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example is assuming you pay 100 per month where some more generous companies will allocate 35 percent of that to investments and meaning you pay 100 but only get 35 bucks into investments. Other companies allocate 0 percent in the first year. The rest goes to commissions and insurance charges. To lower your risk and assuming you have limited budget, start with unit trusts. Try to source out the lowest possible sales charge from the online portals first. There are many to choose from, namely fundsupermart, phillip capital etc. Read up on their write ups on the sites to understand what you are buying and try to spread your risk accordingly to region and asset class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another alternative which is to buy an Exchanged Traded Funds. They usually track an index and the management fee is low. Tracking an index meaning that they'll try to mimic an index for example, STI. Should STI go up, you would have made profit. It's good for the long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - Start finding information on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Funds (such as unit trusts) - in US, they call it money market funds.&lt;br /&gt;2) Securities/stocks/equities - highly liquid and give good capital appreciation &amp;amp; dividend yield, depending on companies invested in (now bear market, so we expect major downturns till market correction happens but forecasted not happening in next quarter)&lt;br /&gt;3) ETFs (electronic traded funds)&lt;br /&gt;4) REITS (real estate investment trusts)&lt;br /&gt;5) Structured deposits (when you have the capital)&lt;br /&gt;6) Bonds (safer &amp;amp; stable way of investing during bearish run but not high returns compared to stocks. example: government bonds, bond funds etc.)&lt;br /&gt;7) Commodities (as you see now, commodities slowly declining with the decrease in oil prices yet demand remains strong in emerging markets such as China and India)&lt;br /&gt;8) Deriavatives (forex trading etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-4374405428278129984?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/4374405428278129984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=4374405428278129984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4374405428278129984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4374405428278129984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-start-investing.html' title='How to start investing?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-378120233517902066</id><published>2008-09-06T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:11:42.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>1. "We are dancing through each other as doorways. We are ripples crossing and fusing, journeying and returning"&lt;br /&gt;2. "There are things I refuse to show you, my mirror told me. You've got enough to worry about already."&lt;br /&gt;3. "If you hold on to the handle, she said, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you."&lt;br /&gt;4. "There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter &amp;amp; noise"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Courage is very important. Like a muscle, it is strengthened by use"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-378120233517902066?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/378120233517902066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=378120233517902066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/378120233517902066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/378120233517902066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-7452807719387536488</id><published>2008-09-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:00:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the pleasure of company?</title><content type='html'>It still surprises me every time how close people actually are. During times of isolation, being connected with others seems utterly hopeless. Then within moments, I can be experiencing the pleasures of other people and their energy.&lt;br /&gt;Children really know this. When children get together, they don’t know what they’ll “Do” and they don’t care!&lt;br /&gt;They get together for a sort of human communion. I want to remember this. I want to keep this very fresh in my mind when a friend calls to “Get together.” There is such pleasure in the radiantly simple moments:&lt;br /&gt;1. Conversations over tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Desserts with 2 spoons&lt;br /&gt;3. Lost in the car, laughing&lt;br /&gt;4. Smuggling food into the movie theater&lt;br /&gt;5. Talking on the phone about everything + nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase “The pleasure of your company” is a truly lovely one. Let’s remember and treasure the pleasure that other people bring us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-7452807719387536488?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/7452807719387536488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=7452807719387536488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/7452807719387536488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/7452807719387536488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-pleasure-of-company.html' title='What is the pleasure of company?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-1175333298454260326</id><published>2008-07-20T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:02:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story on adding people to your pleasure</title><content type='html'>I am an introvert and I enjoy doing things alone and being alone. Sometimes my aloneness is a way to avoid people and how out of control I often feel with them. I actually forget about the joy that people can bring. My own mind can feel very small, my own activities limited, and I begin to wish for the tumult and unpredictability of other people. As I write this, I wonder how many people feel like I do. Sometimes it seems to me that other people “Get together’ easily and naturally and that I’m the only uncomfortable people. Highly sensitive, wishing I was home in bed person. Then as I continue to share my life process in my books, I continue to find myself surrounded by other like-minded souls. Lots of them. Even if someone doesn’t share my particular experience, perhaps He/She can better understand people like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I find pleasureable about other people:&lt;br /&gt;1. There are not me! (This may seem obvious, but I forget)&lt;br /&gt;2. They say or do things that can truly surprise and delight me (This often happens)&lt;br /&gt;3. Their humanity can touch and awaken mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting how often I forget the wonders that other people bring, and the alchemy that’s created. Recently I’d been sad and depressed and feeling isolated. “Reaching out” to someone seemed like an extremely difficult task. Then I remembered that I’d made plans with friends. I immediately thought about changing or canceling the plan, but then decided to keep it, in hopes of finding some pleasure. As soon as I saw my friends’ beaming faces, some frozen part of me melted, and we swirled away into the night for grilled lamb chops, good red wine and uproarious conversation. Later we sat by candlelight, sharing the revelations and puzzles of our lives. When my friends left, I truly felt replenished. The pleasure of the evening had added dimension to my earlier depression. It was important that I experienced the depression and it was equally important that I step out of it and refresh my spirit. There is such magic and mystery of how people affect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I found a perfect spot at the central park to begin coloring with chalk, and by lamplight, we sketched and laughed, and wrote messages and affirmations for people to find. As we left the park, we turned to see where we had entered and there, etched into the stone wall were these words: Artist’s Gate, and so we coloured these too! I went back the next day to see all the art and words that people had added, and it was thrilling to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-1175333298454260326?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/1175333298454260326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=1175333298454260326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/1175333298454260326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/1175333298454260326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-on-adding-people-to-your-pleasure.html' title='A story on adding people to your pleasure'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-8752780196719840982</id><published>2008-03-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:09:31.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure in giving and recieving</title><content type='html'>Most of us are very good at giving. There is a lot of pleasure invovled with giving, and when we do it, we ususally feel good. Giving creates a bond, and exchange and an opportunity to be generous. Pleasure in giving stops when we do it compulsively, with obligation or in order to "Get something" in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we receive something, do we feel uncomfortable to be on the receiving side, and end up finding fault with the help in some way. We need to practice receiving by going on our walk without adjusting our shoe laces and smile as they flopped around. This means that when people help you in some way, don't feel embarrassed and find some fault in the help that you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always room for growth in the art of giving and receiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-8752780196719840982?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/8752780196719840982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=8752780196719840982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/8752780196719840982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/8752780196719840982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2008/03/pleasure-in-giving-and-recieving.html' title='Pleasure in giving and recieving'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-5489956823452464890</id><published>2008-01-31T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:52:23.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>"In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself; you will see it perhaps often in my history; for even if I could concieve that I had completely overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility" by Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true can this be? Many a times we think we are humble, we try very hard to be humble, but we end up proud of being humble. Long time ago, Benjamin Franklin already did realize this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always are pleased when someone feeds our pride whether unknowingly or knowingly. We enjoy being praised and being recognized, even when we think we are humble, we still like these praises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-5489956823452464890?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/5489956823452464890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=5489956823452464890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/5489956823452464890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/5489956823452464890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2008/01/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-3037871962685144275</id><published>2007-12-12T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:01:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to change</title><content type='html'>Dear Change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve previously been very afraid of you. You were not welcome in my Home, and I spoke badly about you behind your back. I resisted you, avoided you, and made fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change our relationship. I want to learn to cultivate and respect you, dance with you and take you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s travel together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my everlasting friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-3037871962685144275?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/3037871962685144275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=3037871962685144275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/3037871962685144275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/3037871962685144275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-to-change.html' title='Letter to change'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-120083191566818055</id><published>2007-10-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:38:18.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only great minds can read this</title><content type='html'>Try this out, if you can read this, amaze other people with what you can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following paragraph is only meant for people who understands english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset cna eb a taotl mses adn yuo cna sitll raed ti whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos nto raed ervey lteter by istlef, btu teh wrod sa a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh adn I awlyas tghuhot slpeling wsa ipmorantt! fi yuo cna raed tihs sohw tihs ot ohters."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-120083191566818055?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/120083191566818055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=120083191566818055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/120083191566818055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/120083191566818055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-great-minds-can-read-this.html' title='Only great minds can read this'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-5294417166934121764</id><published>2007-07-15T06:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:01:35.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life not hot and humid</title><content type='html'>Yeap, as u can guess.. its cold here... (but whn the sun shines, it is like it penetrates your skin, but it is still cold) On normal days, whr thr is no rain, the temp is ard 13 degress cel, but at night it can go to a temp of below 10 degrees cel (i didnt had the endurance to check wads the accurate temp outside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is quite a new place and is in a good condition, hence being slightly expensive. The place is quiet, and at night you can hear people shouting, due to the fact that they are drunk, which makes it all the more dangerous to be out too late at night. Security is good, as before you enter the grd floor door, there is a must to use an access card to open the door, and upon walking in there are security cameras. The apartment door is a always lock policy, which is once the door is shut properly, no one can open the door unless you have the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is easily acessible as long as you are in the right area, whr some places closes as early as 4pm or 5pm, while others open 24 hours. The market has a wide variety of food to groceries to clothes . All i can say is that if you wanted to look at everything there carefully, you may need to spend almost a day at there. The market is clean and not dirty and wet, some food are very cheap, while others cost alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking can be quite far to the market, it is about 3-4 tram stops(is about e same as bus stop), imagine carrying so many groceries from the market(1 wk worth) and lug it back home? So i will definately need to take a tram.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-5294417166934121764?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/5294417166934121764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=5294417166934121764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/5294417166934121764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/5294417166934121764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-not-hot-and-humid.html' title='Life not hot and humid'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-2996040443675646670</id><published>2007-07-09T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:45:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>The time have arrived, a new start to my life after many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;torturous&lt;/span&gt; moments for the past 2 yrs..  I have finally reached the destination to another phase of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adventure.&lt;/span&gt;  The moment has come whn i have to leave my friends, my family and proceed on with a new set of standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much pre-planning and much preparation, i have finally came to an end to my journey and started to pack all my stuff. I had nv guessed tt packing was such an activity that can work ur mind n body to a full workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is lots for me to figure out, surivial of the individual... on how to cook, wash, study, practically do everything urself.. a DIY job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great rest finished, got to ctd pack again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-2996040443675646670?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/2996040443675646670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=2996040443675646670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/2996040443675646670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/2996040443675646670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-4661364098966546596</id><published>2007-04-17T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:20:22.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>How often can one get to drive in a car? It has been since when i last drove, lets see.. hmmmmmmmm.... oh, it was last year... and finally this year i got another chance to drive again. Can you imagine the thrill of not driving, lets say i have only since driven 2 times since 2 years of getting licence, talk about forgetting if you do not practice. I believe that as long something is instill into you, everything falls into place so long that you are confident and not suay on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year is the 3rd year since i got my licence, and to not break the trend, i got my friend to allow me to drive his car. So, as per normal, i got the car keys, turn off the alarm, open the door, started the engine. It was a dream come true, i was sitting on a Mercedes benze and plus it was the driver seat. The automation and gadgets in the car was so facinating that I fumbled in the car, from the moving the driver seat to the dashboard, everything that you needed to adjust was just a push of a button. One push, the seats move forward or backward slowly, and not putting your hand underneath the seat and find for the lever to move the seat. The dashboard had a lcd screen which tells you all details about the car, from the tires not having enough air to the suspension needing maintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving was a breeze, only hicups was forgetting to signal when turning the first time, and to break smoothly. I was not particularly in a hurry to drive at such great speed, due to the fact that there was loads of big vehicles along the road, and driving around them and along factory area did not actually helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally that i reached my destination and I wished that I will have another chance soon to start driving again, this time with some parking action, which I think may need some work done. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-4661364098966546596?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/4661364098966546596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=4661364098966546596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4661364098966546596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4661364098966546596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/04/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-4539581898857966240</id><published>2007-02-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:05:19.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How suay can I get?</title><content type='html'>Its close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LNY&lt;/span&gt;, or should i say this is the first day of our Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LNY&lt;/span&gt;. Be4 i begin, i would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a happy Chinese new year. Recently, my phone, a flip phone to be exact which lasted less than a year in my hands, decided to quit on me. Admittedly, i dropped it a few times, hence maybe its revenge on me, which take a toll on me. Unexpectedly, as usual, i always had to flip open the phone to use it so as to speak, to my horror, there was a slight minute crack at the top left corner, which goes right through one of my keypad, the 'Yes' button). I could not do anything about it, til as days passed, the crack became more obvious due to the strain when i flip open the phone. Tried to put superglue 2 times during this few days, but it could not stick. Finally, on the third try, the glue apparently seep into the crack and did its job, but the damage was unrepairable. I decided to trade in my phone for a new one, but the person seeing my (must be he did not like me at all, cause i was not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt;), came to a conclusion that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;untradable&lt;/span&gt;. Hence I had to fork out more $ to buy a new phone, the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suayness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LNY&lt;/span&gt;, my glasses thinks i am not good enough for it, broke into 2 pieces (the top frame that connects to the middle of the glasses), this is an unrepairable act, as the joint is so small that no amount of superglue will hold it. Hence I will have to fork out $ to buy new glasses, which will not be cheap anyway. Talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suayness&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst thing that ever could have happen, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LNY&lt;/span&gt; itself, just right be4 i went out, to my utmost horror, my watch suddenly died on me, no battery, hence off i went to find a spare watch, but again no battery. 3 times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suayness&lt;/span&gt;, triple kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen to one person and that is me. Maybe you will tell me, cause it is time to change NEW things. But then too many changes for less than a week, will  create too much an excitement for me, guess i can look forward to a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-4539581898857966240?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/4539581898857966240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=4539581898857966240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4539581898857966240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4539581898857966240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-suay-can-i-get.html' title='How suay can I get?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-4866747195098785480</id><published>2007-01-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:11:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain teaser</title><content type='html'>For only smart people to look at this post and answer it correctly, others please do not attempt to try this otherwise, if not the consequences will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1=5, 2= 15, 3=165, 4=205, then 5=?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are truly smart, please do not ask me for the answer, as this will prove that you are not that high in inteligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-4866747195098785480?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/4866747195098785480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=4866747195098785480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4866747195098785480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/4866747195098785480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2007/01/brain-teaser.html' title='Brain teaser'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-116739671656644806</id><published>2006-12-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:57:00.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat 2006 - Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/10625/1024/DSCF0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/10625/400/DSCF0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASIAN CHRIST FC &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-116739671656644806?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/116739671656644806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=116739671656644806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/116739671656644806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/116739671656644806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/12/asian-christ-fc.html' title='Retreat 2006 - Port Dickson'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-116221465217510255</id><published>2006-10-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:35:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prata</title><content type='html'>All along pratas only cost like 60 cents a piece which to me is a treat. The crispness of the prata and the curry must always compliment each other, mutton curry to me is the best, if u eat mutton with prata up with the curry sauce. I should say you should have the most wonderful meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was before i went to eat at to 2 famous prata place, one at Jalan Kayu and the other at Upper Thomson road, this is the first time in my entire life i hab eaten such expensive and highly rated pratas, the first time i went to Jalan Kayu.. as i can safely say that this is the old name for pratas, where it was supposedly to be good and enjoyable. As it was out of the way, as in really inaccessible, i did not have the chance to go there til i had a ride to there. I started lookin at the menu, and then surprise, there was many different types of pratas, one type really struck me was the chesse prata, since i enjoy cheese, i went to order 2 of it, and top it up with a milo dinosaur (it is actually ice milo with condensed milk and milo toppings)... i really enjoyed there for the moment. But it was really small, as in the size of the prata, and the chesse was not alot. The prata also tasted normal as compared to other shops, hence i felt that it is being over rated, yes i know that in the past, Jalan Kayu prata is the best, where it is huge and the skill of making it was there.. guess as time pass, some skills that is being passed down will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the one at the Upper Thomson road was really good, the chesse egg mushroom was the best that i had in my prata life, it was bigger size compared to the normal pratas, the cheese and egg was mixed well, and the mushroom complemented them. The egg prata was also bigger size compared to other shops or even the Jalan Kayu ones, the shiokness level was also higher when eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i had a good time eating at the Upper Thomson road, but it was so fufilling that i think i might not eat prata for maybe a few months, the same as pizzas where after i eaten a rich and satisfying meal, i would never eat them for many months to come. Hmm, but then again, i should be back eating before i realize it since prata is everyone's favourite, if it's not yours, go try eating pratas again, maybe you will like it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-116221465217510255?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/116221465217510255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=116221465217510255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/116221465217510255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/116221465217510255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/10/prata.html' title='Prata'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-116195851707848105</id><published>2006-10-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:47:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious encounter....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been sea sick, air sick or car sick before? This shd cover sea, air and land. Interestingly, any of this catergeory is due to Motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a conflict between your senses. A fluid filled canal in your inner ear that controls your sense of balance tells your brain that your body is moving, while your eyes, looking into the cabin of the boat, tells your brain that you are not moving. That conflict can cause your body to be out of balance, and how the digestive system would do to you during this conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to prevent this: Let us take a look at the mind, body, spirit as a whole. A disharmony among them is what causes practically any illness. If your systems have gone haywire, your meals may come out, and this is not pleasent at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our metabolisms are nearly as unique as our personalities. Some preventatives will work for some people and not others. Others will work, though with varying degrees of effectiveness. You may have to do some trials and experimenting to find what works best for you. Nothing works the same for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get plenty of rest. Weariness and exhaustion can make you more susceptible to other things that can bring on motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not eat greasy or acidic foods for several hours before your trip, this includes coffee.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not skip eating but don't over eat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drink plenty of water and don't drink alcoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some natural preventative:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ginger is a natural preventative. It soothes a queasy stomach and has no side effects.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take some mint, like perpermint with ginger.&lt;br /&gt;3. Immerse your feet in ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, have you ever encoutered laughing sickness? There was once I was in a car with my friends, we were talking crap the whole time, getting crappier as we continued the conversation, we talked non-stop for at least 30mins. As we had a BBQ not too long, we were filled to the brim, and wham suddenly one of my friend started to vomit. At first we tot that he was faking it, but den again, it started to smell. We immediately stopped the car, and allowed him to get out of the car. As we were already in the crappy mood, it was super hilarous to see someone laugh til vomit, hence we laughed even more. Puke man of the month award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesh, i noe that there is always a first time to everything, but this is the ultimate. Now i noe that there is such a thing as laugh too much. So he came back onboard the car, and we drove off, not for 1k, and we stopped again, coz we were still laughing and he looked like he was going to puke again. It was only after all of us calm down, that we drove off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all people out there: Never eat too full and talk crap in the car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-116195851707848105?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/116195851707848105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=116195851707848105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/116195851707848105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/116195851707848105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/10/serious-encounter.html' title='Serious encounter....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-115958478045779696</id><published>2006-09-30T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:11:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger management</title><content type='html'>Some things are always a mystery to me like how to control your anger... The biggest culprit of anger is stress, when one is under stress, it is like a pot boiling wid the lid on tightly. ANY slight touch to it will cause disasterous destruction, like a volcano erupting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encountered people who were under stress recently, as you can guess, all of us got the bulk of the explosion in our face. My superior is actually a very nice person who does thing in a very systematic way, he is the most hardworking of all, but if anything that happens, the he would be the 1st person to be questioned upon, he is like the Most Important Person around, without him, i can safely say that most things would be left hanging and done in the most improper n brainless way. Though there are many degree holders and high ranking people, i think they can use the degree cert and flush it down the drain. After all, plaining something today and carrying it out the next day, this seems to me as a most lazy way top with brainless plaining as they have already knew the activity would be carried out irregardless of their slip shot work. Yes, the work done by them is not justified by the amount of salary they are getting, here i am wondering why when us the 'maids' (i think without us, all the people who are high ranking will be left dead with no one to order around) are just getting an allowance only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my superior was under loads of stress due to other higher ranking people blaming him for things not done. Hence everything snowballs, there is always a cause n effect... one person gets stress, will pass stress to the others who are below the hierarchy... this is always the case for the living world. So as usual, us being the sand will get stepped on, threaded on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all these, there are trouble makers who are like small stones, when ppl stepped on upon them, ppl will get irritated, hence creating anger and frustration... where some ppl might kick the stone, or pick up the stone and throw it.... this increases pressure, and hence this small stones gets back fired on, and in turn harms the sand around them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of story, do not EVER step on any stones if u are a superior or do not be a stone and make life difficult for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another advice:&lt;br /&gt;TRY ALWAYS TO STAY OUT OF HARM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-115958478045779696?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/115958478045779696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=115958478045779696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/115958478045779696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/115958478045779696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/09/anger-management.html' title='Anger management'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-115672113223764676</id><published>2006-08-28T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:25:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efficiency of management</title><content type='html'>Recently i went for an activity which causes me to doubt the effectiveness n efficiencey of the management of my workplace. Working for 21+hrs straight without allowing no sleep, no dinner, breakfast n lunch, onli a box of rations which suxs to the core n could onli provide so much of comfort to the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i do not mind doing something to my max, helping out with all my strength. But with exploitation n inefficiency of the management leaves one to the dumps, feeling fustrated, angry n also makes one think of a question, the bigger picture, how does this in turn affect the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, there was no safety involved, even breaking all points of rules to achieve something, asking ALL to help who did not even stop to think of any consequence which will occur later. I guess they might not even have the brains to think, but just by using the superiority to order people to work. They might be even giving orders just to prove that they done their work n this justifies them getting that kind of pay, how i even bothered to think the amount of money i would contribute to them when i start working. This rages me on and on, that to think we are supposed to achieve a 3rd generation, this should mean better brains n less brawn, but no, they do not have anything, only a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say that there are some outstanding people with low education but high intelligence, which could make anything efficient. They bother to think before act. Anything that is plan n carried out is of the utmost effectivness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this day, i have all the doubts needed to be bias of any management in a particular sector.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-115672113223764676?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/115672113223764676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=115672113223764676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/115672113223764676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/115672113223764676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/08/efficiency-of-management.html' title='Efficiency of management'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-115262700300862765</id><published>2006-07-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:54:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>//Rain like stones</title><content type='html'>Have u ever sat on a pickup before? Though it may not seem tt high class.. sitting in a mercs or BM wid high powered engine and all the gadgets tt comes wid it... a pickup can be quite a feat, wid a wide space at the back, one can fit in as many as 6-8 people behind. This comes in handy when there is a demand in driving people here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i agree that there is no such a thing as a shelter on top of ur head to shield u away from rain or shine, or if it is legally possible to sit people at the back.  Wad i am trying to say here is, when it goes at a speed of 40km/h, imagine the wind blowing onto u, u have nv felt tt much wind in ur entire life (ok i am exaggerating here..), traveling at at a speed of 60km/hr and sitting wid ur head juz above the height of the front... the wind can litterly close in on u and u cannot even breathe properly... ur eyes cant open in the strong wind, u can even barely hear wad u are toking.... so imaging if it goes faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i am not complaining am I? To me, its even beta than ani of e air-conditioned cars ard, where u need to burn petrol away to keep it running, this translates into u burning money away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when it rains... u got it big time, even a slight drizzle could cause much damage when it goes fast...  a small drop of rain when it goes splat on u in a different direction from Newton's law means a bad thing, coz of the velocity of the wind blowing against the rain drop and smack rite into u, even worst at ur eye. That could really hurt u alot, as it feels like small stones hitting onto u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am really thankful that i have nv encountered hails before....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-115262700300862765?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/115262700300862765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=115262700300862765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/115262700300862765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/115262700300862765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/07/rain-like-stones.html' title='//Rain like stones'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-113871136714723249</id><published>2006-01-31T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:48:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>//a trip to the torture chamber....</title><content type='html'>its been too long tt i hab updated this... guess wid all the changes around me, where from a hectic life of schooling to a arrow-base work place, wid higher authourity comanding you to do this and do that.... due to some circumstances, i am unable to reveal any of the past year tt happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until this day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... where i was had a toothache which was unbearable til i had to see a dentist, the truth was made known, i had a wisdom tooth which supernaturally was so long tt when close mi mouth, the tooth would bite onto mi lower gum, hence therefore the excruciating pain. I was made through rounds of x-ray to determine the mode of extraction.... and alas, i hab to pull out all 4 wisdom teeth... where 2 was under mi gums (to extract it, there is a need to cut open the gums, break the teeth and dig them out... fun isint it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was to be admited to the hospital first, the day before goin to the torture chamber.... procedures were done, and as quickly as u can say Torture Chamber, i was in it.... there is 3 stations to the torture chamber (sounds like any game u played?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 1st chamber was many rds of doors, which kept opening til u get into an area juz nice for a bed to be wheeled to, there one by one, ppl kept asking about ur name, ur IC no, ur allergies, ur blood gp, if i had remember correctly 3 ppl ask mi this..... nxt chamber was like a small rm, wid all sorts of medical equpt, where again they asked mi my name, IC no, etc.. but this chamber was different, where they set mi plug properly, coz during the transfer from the ward to here, the drip to the plug was not moving.... hence time was taken up here..... finally, the last chamber, where it is a big area wid a frame like a bed size made of metal in the middle of the room wid huge lamps and hooks above it.... due to mi medical condition, they transfused mi wid platelets, is cells tt aids in clotting of blood, imagine the 1st packet was transfused til the last drop coz they did not want to waste it... but den they repeated transfusing til the 4th packet... i was full of platelets by then... den little did i realize that they at the same time had injected the anaethesia, i was concused by then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally when i woke up,  there i was lying down on e bed, wid 2 guaze in mi mouth bleeding badly, soaking wid blood... wid all the apparatus attached to me, hearing the machine beeping to mi heart beat.... there the operation was a sucess :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-113871136714723249?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/113871136714723249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=113871136714723249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/113871136714723249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/113871136714723249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-to-torture-chamber.html' title='//a trip to the torture chamber....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-112324647071675994</id><published>2005-08-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:54:30.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donation anyone?</title><content type='html'>Donation is no longer voluntary, it is compulsory. How true is it now? To donate is of ur own true will of giving money, to help e needy and the poor, or is it a must, a compulsory thing, that you need to donate a certain amount of money or meet some certain amount of donation collected. So that the organization will give ur company or any organization a medal, a recognition that they hab collected so much money to help e needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if its a compulsory thing, wads the use of printing donation cards, stickers and coin boxes, arent it a waste of money to do all these thing? wads the use of wasting manpower to manage all these things? u need manpower to count the money, to organize a donation fund, a donation activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wldnt it be wiser to implement such that, everyone juz compulsory 'donate' a certain amount of money thru GIRO, deduct thru the bank acct automatically. Isit it more cost effective and more time effective? This reduces manpower and greatly reduces cost.. isnt it TIME = $?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So donating is of ur own free will or a forced action?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-112324647071675994?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/112324647071675994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=112324647071675994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/112324647071675994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/112324647071675994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/08/donation-anyone.html' title='Donation anyone?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111967020364050673</id><published>2005-06-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:47:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To live a life...</title><content type='html'>What we always need to do daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live each day filled with laughter, excitement, and the desire to do our best. Its no point living in depression and self pity, it does nothing to solve any problem, as long as you have live each day a fulfiling one, it means that life is a meaningful one, with good memories involve, ensuring us to be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111967020364050673?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111967020364050673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111967020364050673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111967020364050673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111967020364050673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-live-life.html' title='To live a life...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111906497239495817</id><published>2005-06-18T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:21:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought...</title><content type='html'>hoW maNy a tImEs haB u fElt tt e world is going against u and that life is juz plain meaningless? In and out, wadever we do is to eat, sleep, and work (study)... occasionally we are able to go out and hab some fun, mixing ard wid friends, but its seems like a facade, where if for example ur classmates during sch time, there are common topics to tok and do things, but after sch's over, it seems as if u are left alone.. juz eat, sleep, then go to work, i mean isn't tt a very normal routine in life, tts wad everyone is doing isin't it? Wun it means wasting ur life away? without any aim, without any enjoyment, and everything seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i felt that so long as u hab an aim in life, and that u hab a family to tok to, and for mi, i hab a God that i can look to, a God that is wonderful, miraculous, in everything tt seems to be different from e way u want it to be, but He has his plan for us, in that in e outcome, everything is juz perfect for us. One example is e weather, u had plan everything all perfectly, hab e best plan u could ever think up of, BUT if e weather goes bad, ur plans are ruined. U may complain why is it like this, why everytime it does not work out ur way, but how many a times hab we want it OUR OWN WAY? It is also i want to do this, i want to do that, but hab u stopped for a moment to think is this e right thing to do? Is it what God wants u to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without any enjoyment, no going out wid friends, let's say that our daily routine is always e same, day in n day out, BUT there is always a family and a God for u to look upon, everything may fade away but God is always there.. He is juz waiting for us to find Him, He is juz waiting wid open arms to welcome us, but it takes an effort on out part to do that, once u find Him, u would find tt life after all is not so bad. That there is an aim in life, that there is someone who listens to u at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us realize that we are walking on a journey, a journey where you need to walk straight, there should not be any turning back, there should not be walking out of the pathway. There is always a choice for us, a correct choice or a wrong choice, it juz depends on which one we would want to take. How den do we differentiate what is good and what is bad then? As long as u are in e presence of God, if sometimes we choose e wrng choice, God will still be merciful and would protect u, He would change e wrng choice to a correct choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 46:1-2 "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111906497239495817?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111906497239495817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111906497239495817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111906497239495817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111906497239495817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/06/thought.html' title='a thought...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111832020733492854</id><published>2005-06-09T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:30:07.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting rich e easy way...</title><content type='html'>it was a miracle, whether u agree if it is a miracle or not, i dun care.. to mi it is one n tts final :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was juz another fine day where i went out, going out means to spend $, lots of it which i somewhat hab become used to (a bad hobby to begin wid)... $ is mostly spend on food or activities such as pool or bowling or even ice skating, but is not spend on shopping coz i dun like shopping anyway... (do boys like to shop? maybe some extraordinary ones...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie back to wad happen and how u can get rich... i was supposedly to go to thai express at e esplanade to eat dinner wid mi church members, i met some of them at city hall mrt station and then we walked to esplanade, it was quite dark by e time we reached e esplanade, abt 7.30pm. As usual i wld look down once in a while to see where i am walking (dun wan to step on anything unpleasent if u noe wad i mean), it was juz outside e thai express where i spotted some paper, i does juz kicked it thinking it was juz junk paper, upon kicking it did i realize that it was $, i picked it up and lo behold it was a $10 note... okie maybe u think so wad, its juz $10... u hab picked $50 even, but then to mi it was a miracle. To start wid, i dun hab any luck, winning any lucky draws or even picking up some $, i hab not even done it before, my luck is juz quite sad so as to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck is somewhat like maybe once in a while stepping on things u dun wish to step on, or things dun seems to go as smoothly as possible. But here it was, finding a $10 was such a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i conclude that e easy way to get rich is to stare on e grd as much as possible while walking so that u can increase e chances of finding some $, maybe u can even find a blank cheque for all u noe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To e smart n creative ppl out there, if u got e time, try to create a product that can detect items that ppl hab dropped and cannot be traced back to e owner... so that u can become rich real soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111832020733492854?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111832020733492854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111832020733492854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111832020733492854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111832020733492854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/06/getting-rich-e-easy-way.html' title='getting rich e easy way...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111807863817724144</id><published>2005-06-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:26:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to idle....</title><content type='html'>Would u like to idle? E first step to idle is to throw away ur alarm clock... E alarm clock is e worst invention ever made for mankind, it was find wid juz a clock or an alarm being invented, but to combine both of them is a nightmare... opps shd be a 'morning disaster' for us humans. Imagine that you were sleeping so soundly, dreaming of some nice and pleasent dream, then suddenly e alarm clock rings loudly, u try to ignore it, but it gets louder and louder til u hab no choice but to get up and off e alarm clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun u find it super irritating when u keep hear e same tune being repeatedly blarring into ur ear every morning? Although alarm clocks now recently hab many different rings n tunes, but then again, y waste $ on an alarm clock when it juz disturbs ur sleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz remember that with an alarm clock, we wld definitely hab to get up at e appropriate time, which may varies between ppl, but its definitely beri early in e morning to begin wid... its only us middle class people without $ nor with much smarts that we hab to reli on an alarm clock to wake us up on time, so that we can go to school or work on time. But its those high class ppl, who are e bosses; chairman; CEOs, that do not use an alarm clock, they goes to work later than their workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, to be a boss and be rich, e 1st thing that u need to do is to throw away that irritating alarm clock of urs... then we will be able to wake up on our own timing n hence living a life much fuller and fufilled, leading to a beta aptitude to work and study...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111807863817724144?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111807863817724144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111807863817724144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111807863817724144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111807863817724144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-idle.html' title='how to idle....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111772546905097314</id><published>2005-06-02T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:17:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more buying of original DVDs</title><content type='html'>I was in malaysia when i spotted some anime DVDs, it was like buy 1 get 1 free, and my heart was greatly moved when i remember that there was the exchange rate... though it costs like RM89.90 and RM39.90 and like i dun buy orignal stuff to begin wid... i mean who does rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that there was the buy 1 get 1 free and converted to Singapore currency makes it super cheap... so on impulse i bought 1 set of RM89.90 and 1 set of RM39.90.. it was back to singapore after buying them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahz... but guess wad, after opening the 4 DVD, i found out that e RM89.90 set had 3 dics each which was correct... but then, the RM39.90 set, one had 1 disc which was correct as it was a movie, but the other title had only one disc, but it was supposed to hab a complete anime inside, this was a quite a shock to mi.. i was like wondering how on earth is a complete anime goin to fit into one DVD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shocking news was that the movie had some problems at the ending part.... coz e timer on my dvd player was like moving up one sec, den moving down two sec... like e disc cld not turn properly... like e disc was not orignal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the RM89.90 DVD, though it was e disc turn out to be fine, e subtitles in english was horrible... lots of spelling mistakes was seen, which lead mi to think that it was not original again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion... dun ever buy any original stuff... support piracy!!! good riddance to original, they are expensive but do not live to expectations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111772546905097314?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111772546905097314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111772546905097314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111772546905097314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111772546905097314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-more-buying-of-original-dvds.html' title='no more buying of original DVDs'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111737873506750943</id><published>2005-05-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:01:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a waste of $...</title><content type='html'>arGghzz... after collecting dust and siting in my store room for roughly a year, i blew the dust and started assembling my playstation I(PS) back together. Coz previously e console was not working, dunno y when i switch on the console, the PS logo appeared with colours, but once any game started, it was back to the old age... black and white screen shots, imagine mi playing puzzle figher wid no colours? How on earth am i going to win e AI? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e only soloution was like now, finish exams and everything, borrow a PS cable from a friend, and test out to see if the cable was the faulty one. But it turn out that, that although there was current running into my PS, it seems that no game could run. It would always go to the memory card screen shot.. i tired inserting other games, coz thinking that e particular disk was not working, but to no avil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then i realize that my console the middle part to hold the disk was not working, it could not spin the disk anymore, hence e laser was unable to read any information in the disk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt was good bye to my PS, a final burial for it. No words could be spoken, i spend much $ on e console and games, and now i could not play a single one of the games... oh well i guess its back to watching anime and playing FREE online games... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111737873506750943?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111737873506750943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111737873506750943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111737873506750943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111737873506750943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/05/waste-of.html' title='a waste of $...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111711964045799639</id><published>2005-05-26T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:34:24.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful time....</title><content type='html'>think i will be gettin fat soon... lolz. coz today went on an eating spree.. 4 of us went to upper cross street to eat braised chicken noodles wid dumpling soup. We bought half a chicken, the taste of the chicken was superb, with its tender and juciy meat, biting into it brought out the marvellous taste. But even so, the mee was bitter and e dumpling was not as perfect as the chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later went to eat ice cream at Liang Court... had 500ml of yogurt ice cream, had 2 flavours which was rum and rasin and mango. We then ate a chocholate cake. Both were totally delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was to e food fair at expo, our motive at there was to see wad nice food den we would eat. Either by tasting e free samples or to buy, we juz kept eating. Imagine how many calories we had taken... gosh we were growing fat by e min.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then decided to go to bedok jetty there to blow some sea breeze, it was kind of cooling, wid some times cold and some times warm wind blowing at you (think of geography, *land and sea breeze)We then talked about going fishing and cycling nxt week, like use wad bait, how many rods we cld use, maybe juz use a fishing line and a hook without e rod, stuff like tt. It was truly a wonderful evening, wid a miraculous scenery and a navy ship patroling ard e waters, I felt safe and happy being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go back, my friend who drived, sent us all back home, and e best part was that he allowed mi to drive his car from one of my friend's house to my home. I had long wanted to drive a car since i passed my driving test, and thank God, i had a chance, and it was an auto car, which makes it so simple to drive. Without looking at e speedometer, u will not realize that u are driving too fast, not like a manual car, which u hab to change gear to drive faster, hence you will noe how fast you are driving, but an auto car, you juz press down the acelerator and zoom off you go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, it was a wonderful day today, ThAnK God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phi. 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111711964045799639?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111711964045799639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111711964045799639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111711964045799639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111711964045799639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/05/wonderful-time.html' title='wonderful time....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111703168530304635</id><published>2005-05-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:35:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is....</title><content type='html'>Recently I hab been bogged down with many problems, guess thats wad called trials and testings means... We all need to undergo through many tribulations to enable us to mature. But what are we supposed to do when we face these trials and testings? Yes, there are people ard us to help pick us up when we fall, but this is only in e physical sense isn't it? I mean inside us, we may still dun hab the peace inside us, even when things may appear calm and solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that in life, the older u get, the more problems you wld face and e more responsibility comes when age increases. How I wish i was a child, without any worries, without any difficulties, all is provided for us; Shelter, food, clothes, money, the 4 main basic things we need in our life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems which u occured does not mean that u are e one experiencing it, but it can be someone ard u that faces this problems, and this sorts of affects mi directly or indirectly, it means tt the problem ppl are facing i hab to go through wid them, this sorts of bogged mi down, as i search for an ans to these problems. Ans may seems appearant, but deep down, the root of e problem is still there, only the surface of e problem seems solved, once another situation occurs where the root wld bare forth e fruits(the problem wld arise again), and all over again I hab to bare wid it and try to cope wid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really boils down to getting rid of the root of any evil within us, if not, we still will be there bringing forth the ways of the evil, and problems wld arise naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is no one else to help us solved these problems. No one can, only God can help. He is the almighty, all powerful, all wonderful God. What we really need to get down on our knees and pray for God's mercy and guidance in whatever we do. In any thing, we need God's presence to be fully manifested in us, so that we have e confidence to face anything we encounter along the path of life. We juz hab to believe in Him, and hab e faith to believe even without seeing with our natural eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 6:9-13 "Therefore do not be like them. For your Father knows the things you have need of before you ask Him. In this manner, therefore, pray: &lt;br /&gt;       Our Father in heaven, &lt;br /&gt;       Hallowed be Your name. &lt;br /&gt;       Your kingdom come. &lt;br /&gt;       Your will be done &lt;br /&gt;       On earth as it is in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;       Give us this day our daily bread. &lt;br /&gt;       And forgive us our debts, &lt;br /&gt;       As we forgive our debtors. &lt;br /&gt;       And do not lead us into temptation, &lt;br /&gt;       But deliver us from the evil one. &lt;br /&gt;       For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111703168530304635?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111703168530304635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111703168530304635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111703168530304635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111703168530304635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-is.html' title='Life is....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111698984856050170</id><published>2005-05-23T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:36:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are caught slacking while working...</title><content type='html'>What to do if you are caught slacking? I hab some pointers for u to try it out at ur own risk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, if u are surfing the web although u shd be working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blame it on the search engine. Juz explain that ur search engine mistakenly provided u with an address to an inappropriate site. If not juz claim that you made a typing error in the web address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blame it on ur browser. Claim that someone has set a new "home page" on your internet browser. Say out loud and annoyed, " Who keeps setting my browser to open on this sports page? I'm trying to get those new numbers for my report!" Or claim that you're habind trouble loading certain work-related website so you are visiting more popular sites to see if the computer is working properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blame it on the website. Claim that the window with inappropriate material opened up unexpectedly while you were viewing something else. Complain that these "pop-ups" are so common and should be regulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blame it on the email. Claim that the email had a hyperlink and you clicked without knowing what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BE Aware that when sufing the Web, always keep the coporate intranet site up in a separate browser window. Be ready to click over quickly. Or postion your moniter at an angle that prevents anyone standing at the entrance to your office from viewing the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111698984856050170?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111698984856050170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111698984856050170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111698984856050170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111698984856050170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-you-are-caught-slacking-while.html' title='If you are caught slacking while working...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111641748212053983</id><published>2005-05-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:58:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to remove a tie caught in e document feeder.. (for guys)</title><content type='html'>1. Determine how quickly you will need to act. If your breathing is constricted, do not hesitate to cut e tie off quickly (see step 5). Get as close as possible to the feeder, so as to reduce some of the constriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If your breathing is not restrictef, try pulling e tie. Use firm but steady pressure. Note that you do not yank the tie. If e document feeder uses gear-driven rollers, you may strip e gears or tear e tie; or if e feeder is too powerful, you may be unable to pull e tie out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn off the copier. Note this can only be done if you can reach the power switch, use hand to turn it off, if not use either ur hand or leg to yank or kick the power cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Search the area for a cutting implement. A copier area uses hab scissors, utlity knives, paper cutters or other devices that you may use to cut the tie free. You can open the copier supply door and look there; or feel around nearby tables and inside nearby cabinet for useful ite,s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make a single fast cut across e tie at its shortest visble point. Note that you need to pull the tie taut with your neck or free hand and slice through it quickly. Ensure that you do not restrict ur breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Call for help if you cannot fix the situation yourself. Cry out for help or use a phone if within reach to call for the receptionist or a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If help does not arrive and no cutting implement is available, try to detech the feeder unit. Note e feeder unit simply snaps onto the top of the copier, you may be able to lift it off its hinges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111641748212053983?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111641748212053983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111641748212053983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111641748212053983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111641748212053983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-remove-tie-caught-in-e-document.html' title='how to remove a tie caught in e document feeder.. (for guys)'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111641658659406873</id><published>2005-05-17T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:45:03.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disgusing a tattoo.... (mostly for gals)</title><content type='html'>1. Wear long sleaves which can cover the arm n shoulder tattoos. Note that e garment must be a dark, medium-weight fabric, not sheer or ultrathin; light-weight white shirts or blouses will not effectively cover upper body tattoos in bright light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear a scarf or hat to hide neck tattos. A tasteful scarf (for women) or ascot (for men). A wide-brimmed hat is effective for concealing forehead tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear boots to cover ankle tattoos. Only worn during an interview if accompanied by a pantsuit or a long skirt. Do not wear cowboy boots or high-top lace-up shoes to a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wear pants or dark stockings to hide leg tattoos. Note that only black or off-black sheer hosiery can be used, ultra-sheer hosiery will not hide a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apply a layer of eye shadow over the tattoo. Note use matte shadow without sparkle. And depending on e tattoo's colours and complexity, there is a need to apply multiple colours of eye shadow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark tatooo colours (black, blue, purple): Use yellow eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;Red tattoo colour: Use light green eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;Yellow tattoo colour: Use light to medium pink eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Apply full-coverage makeup that matches skin tone. Cover with a dusting of translucent powder to set the coverage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111641658659406873?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111641658659406873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111641658659406873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111641658659406873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111641658659406873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/05/disgusing-tattoo-mostly-for-gals.html' title='disgusing a tattoo.... (mostly for gals)'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111392212008012455</id><published>2005-04-19T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:49:42.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A barbar and a custormer</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the&lt;br /&gt;barber said: "I don't believe that God exists." "Why do you say that?" asked the&lt;br /&gt;customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop shop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the&lt;br /&gt;surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! " answered the barber. "What happens, is, people do not come to me." "Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's&lt;br /&gt;why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111392212008012455?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111392212008012455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111392212008012455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111392212008012455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111392212008012455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/04/barbar-and-custormer.html' title='A barbar and a custormer'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111357867568391413</id><published>2005-04-13T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:09:17.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHatLet....</title><content type='html'>wAhz.. nEvEr bEeN tO sUcH a BiG bIg cHaleT be4 SIA...iMaGiNe bEiNg tO a cHaleT wId 4 rooms, 5 toilets, 1 living room, 1 kitchen, 1 backyard wid a bbq pit, oh yah and there is like a front porch where u can park ur car. iTs liKe wow, i wld nv ever go to other chalet liao, with some chalets only have 1 room upstairs and living room downstairs, some even hab only pathetic room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wE bRought pLay station, mahjong tiles and even a basket ball to kill time while slacking in the chalet for 3 days. It was totally fun, where we had bbq on the 1st nite, habing to eat food such as chicken wings, sting ray, hot dogs, crab sticks, sotong and other delicious food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altough the weather was so hot especially at nite, where e stupid land breeze is blowin hot air at us... but overall we had lots of fun, wid some of us crapping all the way, providing us wid lots of entertainment and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz we only cld use 50 units of electricity, we had to like limit ourselves to the air con (air con drinks lots of electricity). So we were like beri sticky all e time, which i hate it. (If u go there, please bring ur own fan bahz) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i wld only go to Aloha Loyang chalet and no more others liao, coz its super big and u can do anything there.. but then its a beri x chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Remember i do not get any advertisment $ from Aloha Loyang chalet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111357867568391413?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111357867568391413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111357867568391413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111357867568391413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111357867568391413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/04/chatlet.html' title='cHatLet....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111294594180619937</id><published>2005-04-08T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T15:58:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Irish Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66FF33 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/irish-name.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oisin Kennedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111294594180619937?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111294594180619937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111294594180619937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111294594180619937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111294594180619937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-irish-name.html' title='My Irish Name...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111275142891187744</id><published>2005-04-07T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T09:49:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aN uNtIdY gArDen....</title><content type='html'>i duN uNderstand y human beings tend to show that they are just human. If you noe wad i mean, is like when there is a perfectly made pedestrian path which runs across a grass patch from one building to the other. The path is totaly straight, no flaw where there is a slight curve or anything. But guess wad, people for the first few times would use that pathway to get to the other building, subsequently some of these people would juz use a shortcut and cut the grass to get to the other building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same if there for a curve path, ppl have a mind set of destroying things and going against rules? I really wonder y? Are we really that rebellious as in what is set in front of us, we juz want to go against it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are we juz plain smart? so that when we c a straight road or a curve road to our destination, we would link up to our hardware so that we can calculate using differentiation, integration and statistics and by using a great calculation called probability, we are able to rank the number of routes tt allow us to cut through the grass patch without using the pathway hence enabling us to get to our destination ASAP. Wow, tts like extremely easier isin't it, but then we will notice that the grass for awile looses its shine and gets flatten, and finally it dies, the top soil gets erroded by the rain, finally no more grasss, the garden looks pathetic and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hOw arE we going to counteract this problem? One suggestion i can think of is to put a sign that says "Fine $1000 for stepping on grass" after all isn't this a FINE country? or maybe invent a machine that sprays water at people when they step on the grass, it truely helps if it can spray some bullets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oR mAyBe juz fence up the grass patch areas, and only allow us to walk on e pathway den? In this way, we will be able to c our garden with grass still intact, beautifying e environment around us. Isn't this a nice thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111275142891187744?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111275142891187744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111275142891187744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111275142891187744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111275142891187744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/04/untidy-garden.html' title='aN uNtIdY gArDen....'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111276376345022417</id><published>2005-04-06T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:02:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NuMa NuMa daNce?</title><content type='html'>woAh, i wAs sUrFfIng e nEt whEn i cAmE acRoss thiS lInK: &lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/numanuma.html"&gt;http://www.big-boys.com/articles/numanuma.html&lt;/a&gt;. It was really entertaining as can u imagine that my mouth could not close til the end of the song, thought that the song was a catchy one with a "great dance". This is best entertaining flash so far until i came across the spoof: &lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/idle.html"&gt;http://www.big-boys.com/articles/idle.html&lt;/a&gt;. How great, judges fighting over Gary Broslma singing in american idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy watching the flash, cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111276376345022417?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111276376345022417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111276376345022417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111276376345022417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111276376345022417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/04/numa-numa-dance.html' title='NuMa NuMa daNce?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111258503319733045</id><published>2005-04-04T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:23:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aRe dRiVeRs mAd?</title><content type='html'>juZ reCentLy iN oNe xTreme day, i hAv eNcOuNteR cLoSe cAlls in oTher crazy drivers crashing into my poor right door of a perfectly driven car by a sane driver (i was juz a normal passenger sitting with my seat belt on by e way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cAn u iMaGine iF ur car juz move at a normal pace (with traffic lights always going against u, always make u stop at the junction coz of the stupid traffic light going amber when u are juz abt to pass the junctuon), but some nutcase either from the right or the left thinks that he/she is such a racer that is able to juz wheeze pass u by swerving the car right and left like a motorbike can can squeeze pass ur car with ease. What happened to the road rules? How can a perfectly sane driver driving behind u (at ur left or right) juz cut ur lane without giving the proper signal and enugh time for u to realize that that stupid car juz juz wants to crash into u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great, so this means i need a GPS to guide in along the road and a full amoured car with all e saftey features that man can think about, to prevent my car from having a accident free record. Or do i juz need a sane driver who manages to drive at constant lawful speed with maybe let's see 4 pairs of eyes at the four corners of the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhz, y den do we have to sit for so many tests (includes theory and practical tests at costs which is not as cheap as u think), u juz will think that the garmen juz wants to collect $ from us poor people and could not be bothered with u knowing the rules of the road, as long as they can collect the $ and us donating $ to their coffers, and then once we pass the tests, another set of taxes will be in operation and another cycle continues (i dun want to tok abt it also, juz depressing thinking abt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, back to e drivers, juz coz they pay their taxes and own a car that may be even more expensive then their house, means that they owned the road. i mean, wad ever happen to e rules and regulations on e road? dun't u need to signal before u even think of wanting to do anything? u need time to allow people to realize what u are doin, we are humans not psychic who can read ur thoughts. unless ur car have a signal which tells my car wad u gona do....  i doubt that i can rely on technology for my saftey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or juz maybe these drivers had too much of bumper cars that they liked xtreme road rash and made it into a sport, to see who cld swerve into other car's lane the most number of times. i guess we cld juz gave them need for speed series (a racing game) for them to practice crashing and banging into silicon cars before going into e real world, this may even work, before u noe it, these drivers wld disappear from the face of this earth... oh and did i forget to mention that other innocent people wld follow suit, but then again who cares anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111258503319733045?l=spatioum.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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111259310619628411</id><published>2005-04-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:39:24.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html&gt;Paranoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html&gt;Schizoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html&gt;Schizotypal Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html&gt;Antisocial Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html&gt;Borderline Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html&gt;Histrionic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html&gt;Narcissistic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html&gt;Avoidant Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html&gt;Dependent Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href=http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html&gt;Personality Disorders&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111259310619628411?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111259310619628411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111259310619628411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111259310619628411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111259310619628411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/04/personality-disorder.html' title='Personality Disorder'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111174170515865436</id><published>2005-03-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:43:19.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hOw dOeS a leCturEr gEts sCrEeNeD bY tHe sChOoL?</title><content type='html'>i wOnDer dOes a sch juz screen for juz a certificate or one who is able to teach in a way that is interesting and noe their stuff, even if they might not be qualified as a person who has like a doctorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lecturer who will be teaching is not teaching to a bunch of lifeless people but to students who are human anyway, means that if a lecturer teaches in a way that makes the a boring subject even more boring.... i really do not see how this lecturer can teach at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares if that person has lots of knowledge or have a super IQ, i dun even bother if that person has a doctorate or even a professor status, so what if u have this status? Go and do ur own research then... please dun come pollute our brains with boring stuff or waste our time to listen to u toking, juz gibe us the lecture notes, we can juz study it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wads up wid the putting of blanks in lecture notes? do u think that by coping the ans from the slides we will be able to not fall asleep? tt is like totally wrng dude, there is such a thing called, copy slides wid ears close.... u can juz rattle on and on and on, but do we care? absolutely not! by giving us qns to do during lecture time is also a total waste of time, by giving ans on a scrap paper and then dun return the marked ans (i seriously doubt tt the lecturer did marked it anyway) i think its juz a waste of our time and the tress, do u noe how much tress we need to cut down? think of the enviroment, think of the resources u have made us waste, think of the $ u have made us waste, think of the time and the energy u have made us waste... isit that u have collaborated wid the waste disposal company so that u can juz like recycle all the paper we have written on and collect money from them? or have u been also collaborating with other paper manufacturing company so that we will need to by more papers, a high turnover means more income for this companies isn't so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, how does a sch screen for a lecturer? i really really wonder how they do it,  a person who does not smile and give a black face all the time will not get any gd response from anyone... i dun think i will feel happy at all when i see a person downcast, so how can i feel any better when a person gives u a black face all the time coz we dun respond in class ( have u wondered is because we do not noe the ans? or because its qn that we dun even noe wad u asking?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, lets say that the sch has really screen a lecturer to really noe how to teach, so does it mean that tt lecturer has been putting on a beri gd face mask and only unmasked when alone with students? maybe overprotective of ur job hence make life hell for students, so that we students dun climb over ur head? (Oh please, we are already considered adults, we pay for adult transport fare, we pay for food in canteen which is more expensive) If u are so protective, go get a job which u can be ur own boss, then u can boss all ur workers to death.... dun come and teach us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whose fault is it? the goverment? the school? the lecturer? life itself? the society? me? u? us? oh well i really do not noe, so juz kill me please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111174170515865436?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111174170515865436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111174170515865436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111174170515865436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111174170515865436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-does-lecturer-gets-screened-by.html' title='hOw dOeS a leCturEr gEts sCrEeNeD bY tHe sChOoL?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11668009.post-111167330574782501</id><published>2005-03-20T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:27:32.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this possible?</title><content type='html'>Read it from some where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As recently the "garmen" have started to fine or jail people for downloading illegal stuff from the net. There is a range of $15k to $20k fine and if you can't pay, you will go to jail. Most of the people who download them are students. These connection are registered by theri parents, so lets just hope that these parents will not one day open up the mailbox to find a "Fine" letter from the "garmen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ideas that have been dreamed up:&lt;br /&gt;Idea 1:&lt;br /&gt;1.Write a petition to the "garmen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea 2:&lt;br /&gt;1:Edit all the uploading mp3 files&lt;br /&gt;2:At the end of all musics , record 1 sec of "ahhhhhh" (so that it becomes a version that is not meant to be sold to people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea 3:&lt;br /&gt;1.If u realli received a "Fine" letter: Complain to ur town council and say that its actually ur cousin singing the song. (cause of the "ahhhhhhh")&lt;br /&gt;2.Harass the town council head with blackmailing letter of his son also downloading illegal contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea 4:&lt;br /&gt;1.Contact all the newspapers in singapore of this amazing thing-----Where a student's parents being fined $20k because of his stupid children&lt;br /&gt;2.The public might suddenly pity u and give u donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah...If u realli suay-suay get fined...just pray that the above methods will works. If NOT....then onli will say that u realli damn suay..Prepare to go to jail bahx, can't help you anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11668009-111167330574782501?l=spatioum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/feeds/111167330574782501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11668009&amp;postID=111167330574782501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111167330574782501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11668009/posts/default/111167330574782501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spatioum.blogspot.com/2005/03/is-this-possible.html' title='Is this possible?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11252117128102051741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
