tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24032303340181853952024-03-13T12:26:52.989+08:00this is mewelcome to a space where i can unlock myself. a space where i can reveal my true self. and from this i hope my readers could understand the inner side of me...c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-60521143821258413212013-08-20T20:25:00.000+08:002013-08-20T20:25:28.431+08:00What I really want in life?<div style="text-align: justify;">
It was a year ago since i last updated. </div>
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I am not sure if it is due to lost of interest in writing or I am just too 'busy' with life. The reason I am writing again? You asked me to, when we last met since i am now super free. LOL. </div>
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Life is stressful when; </div>
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career is at stake. </div>
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relationship is at stake. </div>
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well, everything is at stake, shaky and unknown. </div>
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i am like gambling all i have, ALL. </div>
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<b><u>#1, career. </u></b></div>
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I made a very courageous switch. Some call it courage, some call it stupid. Yah, I left my comfort zone of a job that pays me well enough for all that i have for a job that pays 20% less. On top of that, I am also facing a risk of pay cut every month of 20% if I do not hit the sales target. So what was i thinking at that point of time? </div>
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I was in cloud 9 when I was being offered the position after going through tough interviews + orientation. I remember the day when i signed the offer letter, met a few ang mohs in the lift and high fived to them, they were like, congratulations lady! It was really a good start. I was so excited. Minus the part where I had to argue through for making the decision to leave my comfort zone.</div>
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And now I have made the wrong move. A total beautiful picture painted but once on board, OMFG. What has happened? It was not what i have looked forward to. Not the exact expectation I have. I forgot, they do not do charity, they are there for business. Business. So does it mean, in business, you have to sacrifice some of the moral values? Everyone has a bottom line. It has crossed the bottom line that I have set for myself. And on the day I left, true colors were more obvious. They just heck care you leave. Not a word. This will be the worst ever leaving I had. WORST. Humans could be this cold blooded. I guess I am no value to them but well, I just hope anything that goes around comes around. I believe in karma. Ohh, the position is Associate Consultant. You help people to get jobs. It is the job that i have been thinking hard to get into. Too bad, it did not turn up good. I am not sure if it was due to the company or due to me inexperienced.</div>
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Fortunately, not all that is bad. I am glad, I foster new friendships with one colleague and candidates, at the same time, manage to help them as well. :) Because of this resignation, I have a little holiday to KK and back to Penang for a longer period of time. </div>
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And now that i have left, i am totally lost. I do not know where my next step will be. I do not know if i should continue with my passion. I am now making use of this time for some soul searching. I am really traumatised.</div>
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<b><u>#2, relationship</u></b></div>
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2 years ago, things seem to be very much better. At least, I did mention relationship is the only element that I was happy about. But things gradually change over time. Bf was caught flirting red handed. Worst part? He denied and argued saying those were not flirtatious, just normal catching up. Am I stupid or do I look like a retard to him? This happened not only once, several times, minus those undiscovered, I do not know exactly how many times he has been doing that behind my back. I really had enough of those. It is something that I do not accept in a relationship. Not like I cannot accept flaws in a relationship but flirting is a big NO NO! Once again, the relationship that I have been dreaming of, shattered. Ok, no one is perfect. I have my fair share of wrongs as well. Contributing to some unnecessary arguments due to my misunderstandings towards him. I do not know if i have learnt or i just put less hope that the relationship will work out. Less arguments now. But somehow the trust has gone many levels down. He says that i am just being paranoid but who will not be after going through such encounters? I may not be a gd gf i know. But i tried. I do not expect him to change. Any changes in him with me being the reason will not be long term. It will not work out. I do not know if i made wrong decision again for this relationship. I see no future with him nor he is the man that I want. Not that he is not good enough, just, no future and no plannings. I am looking for a person who could build a relationship with me. Like we work towards getting a house, work towards a life together. His reason? You want to tie yourself with that 45 years of loan is it?! Cant you just don't worry and let me plan? etc etc etc.. All these are the standard answers in the form of questions to shut me up EVERY time i talk about future plannings. Do you see any future in such silence in relationship? Not allowed to have any discussions. To me, these are just a way to avoid the discussions. I want a man who could discuss, visualise and plan ahead. He could not tell me any at all. Besides that, he could not engage himself to the activities that I want to do. Why am i still in the relationship then? or why are we still hanging on? The reason i could think of is that we are both just too comfortable and too familiar with it, so we just stick to it. He could not provide both i need the most, security and loyalty. I do not know how far we could grow. I miss days when I am single so that I will not have an expectation. That would be simpler. </div>
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So what do i really want in life. </div>
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I want a home, a complete home. </div>
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I want a career that could pay me a handsome sum. </div>
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I want to play mj every Saturday/Sunday with my friends, or any activities that could be done tgth with a group of close friends. </div>
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I want to travel at least once a year with my mom. </div>
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They look simple but tough to achieve. </div>
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Anyway, life goes on and I will work towards my simple yet colorful life that I desired! :) </div>
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c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-63391557083983612572012-07-04T00:01:00.000+08:002012-07-04T00:04:37.756+08:00and so i left after 1yr and 11mths...<div>
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isnt it fishy that i did not stay to hit 2 years for my first ever permanent job in my life despite of the hardship of securing the next job? </div>
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either by fate, by the tremendous urge of wanting to leave or by whatever both internal and external force that push me to leave before hitting tt 2 years, i am glad i made the call! :)</div>
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i am definitely not the person who likes job hop and i strongly believe i am patient enough to stay longer than tt period of time if things did not turn to that extreme sour. ever since the day i was being <u>ripped off</u> from what i hv been doing, i was in absolute low morale and my brain started to think for myself, to decide my own direction rather than being 'leashed' around. </div>
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i was being transferred to another position <u>unwillingly.</u> i expressed myself to both past and present superiors telling how unwilling i was to hold the position but all fell into deaf ears. i will come to that in more details if i hv the time to explain why these supervisors are being so negligence towards my needs. </div>
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it was not a permanent transfer (according to the management) but it was not at all convincing to me. no memo or official email or letter informing the duration of the transfer, nothing. how convincing is that? </div>
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just by the process they transfer me, it was as though i am being dumped into a trash bin. yes, you read it right, dumped into a trash bin.</div>
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not a demotion, but a transfer, they assured me. having to say tt, trying to convince me in every way, they told me tt i hv a subordinate who will be reporting to me and the transfer is a career path and growth to me. </div>
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at tt point of time when i was being told of all this, i thought to myself, do i look like a retard to these people? </div>
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do i? again, no memo, no email, nothing regarding this. so is this convincing that it is a career path for me? i do not need a subordinate reporting to me justifying a career path, pls. </div>
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and well, i switch to the position, aft being verbally informed for 2 working days! yes, the 'being dumped' feeling is here again. i was not given a chance nor an arranged training from the person who is leaving before stepping in for that position. thats how i was 'being dumped' again and again. <u>trashed.</u></div>
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i stayed in the position that i hated for slightly more than a mth and i handed the golden letter! yeah, i tendered!! before i left for my holiday with mom. </div>
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even tendering was a difficult one. i could not get my boss. went over to HR and HR directed me back to my ex ex boss. and, this is the part that flared me up. he was at jk. called him, nvr ans. fine, he returned call and upon knowing tt i wanted to tender, he texted me telling me that he might be going back to changi. this is like expecting me to wait for uncertainty? no way! i have to throw the letter by tt day as the nxt day i will be leaving for holidays. so, i went up a level higher, to his boss. ok, i handed to him. could not find him too at first. called him, meeting. texted him and arranged for me to look for him when he is available. so i handed to him, not the person tt i wanted to hand to actually....sigh.</div>
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i wish i could throw the letter to tt boss who screwed my life! my efforts! my dedication to my work for the past 2yrs! all tt i hv single-handedly built! he fucking ruined it! argh! anyway, for the lies and things and everything he has done behind my back, i shall wait for karma. what goes around comes around. i alw believe in tt. </div>
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as for now, i am glad i left. :)</div>
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<br /><u><em><strong>personal life;</strong></em></u>
<br />have stepped into the working society for a yr now...and frankly speaking, i am pretty bored already...
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<br />true, i have got what i wanted but not enuf.the desire of getting more of what i have now is really causing me to feel vr unhappy. discontented, describes what i am now.
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<br />this will go away. soon. i promise. just the mindset thats playing the trick. once my passion is discovered, boredom will be chased away.....
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<br /><strong><u><em>working life;</em></u></strong>
<br />increment, yes.
<br />bonus, yes.
<br />rewards, yes.
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<br />what is missing then.
<br />higher increment, more bonus, and monetary rewards are missing.
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<br />and now with the current of slowing down of economy, shutdowns. note, with an 's'.i have gt no more leaves, it means, all shutdowns will be deducted by unpaid leave. last yr at this point of time, i remember, my project was fire-fighting. it was madness then. now, total 180degree of difference.
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<br />no more con-calls. no more daily meetings.
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<br />i think i am js too used to being bz, fighting and a sudden slow down makes me feel vr unproductive. :(
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<br /><strong><u><em>relationship life;</em></u></strong>
<br />the only life that i am happy with now :)
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<br />though we have our disagreements, glad tt things got solved eventually.
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<br />a great company, a good listener and an awesome best friend is what i need to complement my dull life...
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<br /><div align="center">a big thank you, my man. :) </div>
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<br /><div align="center">and today, we celebrate 16-mths of being together. </div>
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<br />before ending this entry,
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<br />below is the award that recently received by my team on 26-aug. with that, i have obtained twice star awards, individual and team.
<br />there are no more awards to fight for.
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<br />p/s - wishing everyone a gd break this raya!!
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<br /><p>selamat hari raya :)</p>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-2426262368401027002011-03-22T22:51:00.003+08:002011-03-22T23:03:44.887+08:00oh! working life. again. the brutal reality of human beings.today i learnt tt,<br /><br />in working life,<br /><br />there is no such thing as team work.<br /><br />there is no such thing as working together.<br /><br />just work.<br />protect yourself.<br />continue working and continue to protect yourself...<br /><br />things need to let go, den let go. no one's gg to appreciate the committment nor the hard work anyway.<br /><br />at the end of the mth, regardless of hw much effort u hv put in, the salary js maintains its numeric numbers. so why bother?!<br /><br />who cares when u work tt extra hrs? who cares when u fall sick? who cares when u MC? who bothers?<br /><br />oh wait, they DO care. when cant meet target/line down.<br /><br />so, just work lar!!!c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-48006509517377152742011-02-27T18:25:00.003+08:002011-02-27T18:46:20.365+08:00a little motivation from flextronics...<div align="center">7 mths and 9 days in flex, i am awarded the star award!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">=]<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">have no idea hw much it meant but keep hearing abt the star award from my fellow colleagues.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">mixed feelings of getting it.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">seems like pressure piles up even more ever since the award.</div><div align="center">from all sides...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">anyway, happy tt my supervisor acknowledged my hard work which will end up in me working even harder...jst tt sometimes i get tired, i hv to put a stop and rest...tt would be my weekends...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">with the award;</div><div align="center">at least i noe, i didnt let the person who recommended me in down. and didnt let my mom down. </div><div align="center">didnt let anyone down with such acknowledgement.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">thank youss, loved ones. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">=]</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqT8eKcLNl58CNTcYKtzxr4_WAWyf4dbY9Pwhpzo7gFSXlnEG5ZYEvbSDt7NimuuVOHsJ2ROXA-GM_AoyP7PZBAKq38Tm1QN4o3wZFosMKF63u7qwbyeEX5UbYoTQDG49F5jf4WaDCJfs/s1600/DSC00041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578314243844540114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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cos system captured as such. its ok ;)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-88204271879918585372011-02-07T00:33:00.003+08:002011-02-07T00:51:34.087+08:00worries.i hv js gone thru a wk of minor depression mode.<br />across cny.<br /><br />true i had a gd rest at home bc in pg but all along i didnt feel right.<br />my mood swings.<br />my mind thinks only the negative side.<br /><br />i duno what is wrong wif me.<br />it seems tt i hv lots of worries in me. -embedded- with no solutions.<br /><br />the worries of my life which consists of;<br /><br />my mom, family.<br />my relationship.<br />my job.<br />my financial status.<br />my network.<br />my beliefs.<br /><br />with my current condition; i would say tt i am gd<br /><br />my mom, family, all in gd health with gd life...<br />my relationship, i have quite a stable one...<br />my job, so far still meet the expectation...<br />my financial status, no loan shark except for ptptn...<br />my network, i hv gt plenty of gd frens...<br />my beliefs, i am still clinging on what i blif...<br /><br />so what is thr to worry abt?<br /><br />my mom, family, i cant provide enuf...<br />my relationship, i feel paranoid & insecure...<br />my job, lots of pressure...<br />my financial status, needs more stability...<br />my network, i hv got no time for them...<br />my beliefs, swing when something goes wrong or against me...<br /><br />:(c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-13144309991941160342011-01-02T22:22:00.004+08:002011-01-05T15:10:33.020+08:00its 2011!!<div align="center">first and foremost,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">happy new yr everyone and may this yr a prosperous one!!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">had a peaceful, not vr noisy, homely countdown to 2011.</div><div align="center">was invited over to weiquan's parents' golf friends home party.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">too long of descriptions huh?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">in short, uncle yip's home party. </div><div align="center">hehe.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i really thought we will not stay long thr, at least not till 1 jan 2011 but somehw, we did.</div><div align="center">mr ng. didnt want to leave~! told him to leave earlier but he insisted on staying. hmph~<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">anyway, i had a gd meal, a long karaoke session and countdown over the screen in uncle yip's hse. it was overall a gd, comfy experience for a new yr. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">a gd start, i would say.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">seeing the golf frens of his parents giving one another a tight hug, a handshake made me feel lots of warmth in thr when the clock marked the new yr...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">perhaps, it has been a long time since i had such connection with people ard me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i am grateful with such a countdown<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">no crowds<br /></div><div align="center">cozy</div><div align="center">non-sticky <br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">sounds like aunty-like kind of party. k, age is catching up i supposed. <br />hahha. <br />but me like.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">tt didnt end my new yr yet!<br /><br /></div><div align="center">cos aft tt, we both went to </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">SENTOSA!!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">erm, correction.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">CASINO!!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">hahhhaha.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i won k. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">but.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">lost </div><div align="center">all </div><div align="center">the nxt day.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">aihs.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">anyway, tt was nt the main concern.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">the main concern of the starting of the yr is tt i hv got great company.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">the person who has accepted me to be part of his life.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">thank yous.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">=]</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-88119351160719902662010-12-13T23:18:00.002+08:002010-12-13T23:22:06.228+08:00the best dinner, ever.<div align="center">had the best dinner ever.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">not the dishes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">but.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">the full complete members for the family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">nothing feels more than a completeness</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i will nvr had the chance anymore.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i am happy for them</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">=]</div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-28707383554414810552010-10-29T18:47:00.002+08:002010-10-29T18:54:57.340+08:00tender of resignationthe last day of the engineer.<br /><br />not long tt we are colleagues.<br />less than 3 mths.<br /><br />but.<br /><br />heavy hearted.<br />tt he is leaving.<br />cos everytime i go to him when line has issues or probs.<br /><br />ngo is too busy to attend to me.<br />and he is the one alw giving the helping hand.<br /><br />aihs.<br /><br />though less than 3 mths, the sourish feeling is still thr.<br /><br />i guess this is life. every meeting will have to part.<br /><br />farewell lunch with the team.<br /><br />the last tt i saw him was a quick one.<br />a short hand shake and 'all the best' and then when i got bc to office, he has left...<br /><br />teresa too, feel the loss.<br /><br />all the best, hian chee...<br /><br />typing e-mails would be different from today onwards...c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-77825194947631286182010-10-28T20:15:00.003+08:002010-10-28T20:27:25.328+08:00oh! working life...what a day i had today.<br /><br />working hard to meet target. to chase for parts. to meet shipment. to this, to that.<br /><br />and at the end of the day, remark from my supervisor was,<br /><br />what the ghost are you doing?!<br /><br />damn damn damn pissed!<br /><br />things are in a mess.<br />not systematic.<br />things are not tally.<br />not synchronised.<br /><br />store, engineers, planners, production shd be in line but all of us are using different systems.<br />one leads to another. everything is jst so difficult! argh!!!<br /><br />and production sabo me. telling my supervisor tt they hv highlighted the issue and i did not go chase for it! wth! k, enuf said. nw i noe, hw things work.<br /><br />on top of tt, today, i see another ugly side.<br /><br />team work.<br /><br />yeah rite!<br /><br />i received a reply from my colleague when i asked for help (k, my supervisor asked me to ask for her help) saying tt everything got to go thru this and tt and during office hr, not allowed to do oth things besides the job scope. arghh!!!<br /><br />so, this is team work???<br /><br />i really thought we are working in a team. but no. not today. maybe, we are in a team but in this team, divided into many oth teams....<br /><br />welcome to the working life. the ugly side of working life.<br /><br />=[c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-54442655287916424272010-10-25T21:50:00.002+08:002010-10-25T21:54:45.999+08:00day 6. 7. 8.day 6.<br /><br />u know what i did.<br /><br />rws.<br /><br /><br />day 7.<br /><br />same as day 6.<br /><br /><br />day 8.<br /><br />stressful day.<br />tested my patience and in the end exploded.<br /><br />so so so stubborn my production ppl.<br />-ugh-<br /><br />was harsh to them but i dn care.<br />need to get things done. and right.<br /><br />so hv to.<br />scolded them for the first time.<br />when i am trying hard to get the system on the right track, they js dn seem to follow.<br /><br />bad bad day today!<br /><br />=[c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-62062527475235188172010-10-22T22:24:00.002+08:002010-10-22T22:34:53.717+08:00day 5not a gd day!<br /><br />had an arguement with the engineer!<br />all cos of the built of materials dont tally with the work order released by planner and the configurations keep changing, and no one gives a damn abt it!<br /><br />loop holes here and thr and no one is pathching things up.<br />and me. got to hunt here and thr for solutions.<br /><br />aihs.<br /><br />k, i miss the production mtg again.<br /><br />was really too occupied in solving issues than to reporting in the mtg which is such a time waster, sometimes.<br /><br />what i am happy abt today is tt i get home early! vr much early =]<br /><br />ronnie kept calling, aft 5.30pm asking if the tools are okay for crossing over this sunday when i was abt to pack to go home. -ugh-<br /><br />my cut off time is 5.30pm, hello?!<br /><br />and all this while hv been doing charity. damn pissed alr.<br />things are mutual. so i gif what i am paid. not more. but i hv been giving more.<br /><br />i know. ppl going to ask y i nvr claim. y i nvr take the initiative to make claims and all rubbish going to bombard me.<br /><br />excuse me?! i hv been asking and my colleagues hv been telling me, tt they duno. they dn make claims. my ass!<br /><br />damn pek chek dyy!!!!c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-9119483484027627082010-10-21T23:29:00.002+08:002010-10-21T23:33:20.613+08:00day 4tiring day...<br /><br />had a short mtg wif cw lim, ch low, roslan and norhadi...<br />on kitting status...<br /><br />this mth got to hit shipment of 12 and as of today, only 6 shipped and mth end approaching...<br />stressful...<br /><br />glad hearing from u...<br /><br />btw, got bc home before 8pm, what a record!<br />could be earlier but was held bc by ronnie...<br />aihhss...<br /><br />heard from my colleague he is leaving vr soon...nxt fri...<br />abit down....<br /><br /><br />and day 4 without u...c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-47465339910730828192010-10-20T23:20:00.003+08:002010-10-20T23:27:04.424+08:00day 3the third day without you....<br /><br />tiring day i had today but it seems tt materials are getting better for production...<br />attended mtg half an hr late and upon my arrival, they were like, mtg is abt to fin...<br /><br />and so, mtg was jst half an hr for the day...<br />ronnie seems to be quite in a gd mood today...<br />not my main concern...<br /><br />my priority is more on smth else...<br /><br />i must be super tired today cos couldnt recognise the way home...<br />didnt know tt i hv to alight from bus when reached...<br />stoned till the bus was abt to move away and i quickly ran out...<br /><br />tt was all for the day...<br />btw, was really happy tt u made the call when u were shopping...<br /><br />:)<br /><br />and tt was the third day without u....c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-8867743855317415352010-10-19T22:38:00.002+08:002010-10-19T23:06:12.649+08:00day 2knowing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tt</span> i wont be receiving anymore morning calls from u...<br /><br />the first thing i did was to check my phone if i received any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sms</span>.<br /><br />i did. <br /><br />a sigh of relief <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tt</span> u are fine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thr</span>.<br /><br />greeted by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ur</span> call was supposed to cheer me up but it was at the wrong timing.<br />was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hving</span> routine production meeting.<br /><br />and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nxt</span> call u made was such a harsh one to me.<br /><br />=[<br /><br />i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hv</span> not been feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gd</span>. a sense of loss. and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">smth</span> amiss.<br />wanted to get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bc</span> early but was held <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bc</span>.<br /><br />he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ard</span>. and production has got some major issue. but luckily was able to get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">bc</span> b4 9pm...<br />phews~<br /><br />and today, he passed me my confirmation letter. which was dated 6 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">oct</span>. just a simple letter.<br /><br />heard from my colleague, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">theresa</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">tt</span> one of the newly hired engineers tendered his resignation. another cause of my no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">gd</span> feeling of the day.<br /><br />another day past missing u...c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-1427769497220667582010-10-18T22:02:00.002+08:002010-10-18T22:44:00.046+08:00day 1the first day without u.<br /><br />it makes me wonder if u are alrite now in the flight...<br />it makes me wonder if u are resting or doing your last min preparation for your presentation...<br />it makes me wonder if u are gd wif your newly made frens...<br />it makes me wonder if u will fgt tt i am right here waiting...<br />it makes me wonder when will u be touching down...<br />it makes me wonder what have u been doing...<br /><br /><br />as for me,<br />reached home b4 9pm...<br />had a gd dinner...gd home cooked fd...<br />and i did smth vr terrible today.<br /><br />i accidentally kicked on yuan yuan!!! hee. and poor thing, she spinned on the floor with four legs up!!! hehe...<br /><br />have been busy at work today but was really glad u acc me for lunch.<br />at least a short meet up b4 u left for the nxt 10days...i would be so boreddd...aihhhsss...<br /><br />attended 2 meetings in a day. no customers but with internal bosses.<br />more work to do. more stress. more to accomplish. but i will work harder!<br /><br />i am nw counting down tt you will be bc soon...<br /><br />and tts day 1 without you...<br />silence.<br /><br />=[c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-56125274723539362432010-10-18T00:10:00.005+08:002010-10-18T00:47:44.360+08:00transition<div align="center">9 oct 2010</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center">marks the official ending of my student life.</p><p align="center">hv been looking forward to this day, and when the day did arrive...</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">no more feelings.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center">as i hv left ums for quite some time. </p><p align="center">so it doesnt really matter anymore.</p><div align="center"></div><div align="center">for,</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">i hv got what i wanted. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">but upon stepping back into ums again, </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">flash backs keep flowing in...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">telling me tt, </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i was once thr. </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">whr i met wonderful friends.</div><div align="center">whr i learnt a hard lesson.</div><div align="center">whr i found a treasure.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">but stepping into a smaller scale, my familiar hideout, a place whr i used to depend and rely so much in the later yrs of uni life has turned to be a place tt i feel so unfamiliar. so strange.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">i felt so cold in thr. </div><div align="center">so abandon.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">in just </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">5 mths...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">heart aching. so much of memories. be it gd or bad. they are part of me tt i truly cherish.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i didnt expect tt to happen as soon as i hv left.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">it feels so much of wiping me off from thr. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">clean.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-71146729027145703402010-06-11T13:03:00.003+08:002010-06-11T16:18:48.728+08:00my dream...<div style="text-align: center;">the best picture that i ever captured would be this. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a picture speaks thousand words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i do not know them but they caught my attention. </div><div style="text-align: center;">not a rare scene, but the first time ever tt i manage to immortalise such a scene. </div><div style="text-align: center;">no posing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">no acting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a spontaneous capture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">just by the way they crossed the road, hand in hand, touched deeply into my heart...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">it may look easy...</div><div style="text-align: center; ">but </div><div style="text-align: center; ">how many have successfully done it...</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">what i really want, </div><div style="text-align: center;">in my life,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">would be what i have captured today...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk4fY-mFypQ-mnxFDcNPWpzbw3RWZ2AWqbQimrRhs00Qo4rhpw31ZsCUEgPdDxPMGEqrzaeXewEPQFcpGb40I9TiOpUpPmVnBXD2-ftUkWpwyKEUIIqK47X6abb88VyaLxlhtfJJixRiib/s1600/DSC02621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk4fY-mFypQ-mnxFDcNPWpzbw3RWZ2AWqbQimrRhs00Qo4rhpw31ZsCUEgPdDxPMGEqrzaeXewEPQFcpGb40I9TiOpUpPmVnBXD2-ftUkWpwyKEUIIqK47X6abb88VyaLxlhtfJJixRiib/s320/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481377553426314866" /></a>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-43599993586192907552010-06-09T00:15:00.002+08:002010-06-09T00:20:42.126+08:00i heart this<a href="http://chenglit.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-wesak-day.html">=]</a>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-57535053476531514112010-06-04T16:40:00.007+08:002010-06-04T23:17:08.422+08:00...<div style="text-align: center;">disappointment, one aft another. everytime i hope and pray for the best but in the end, things jst hv to turn sour and ugly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">why must it be like this? </div><div style="text-align: center;">am i over demanding?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> i am jst so confused. </div><div style="text-align: center;">so upset. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">once again, i hv to face the fact tt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> i am actually a no one</div><div style="text-align: center;"> i hv got no say</div><div style="text-align: center;"> i am taken for granted</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">no matter hw hard i hv tried, hw much of effort i hv put in, all down the drain...</div><div style="text-align: center;">jst like tt...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i am being extremely stupid. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">perhaps, i cant think like the flock of the first class ppl do. </div><div style="text-align: center;">tts y i cant understd.</div><div style="text-align: center;">tts y i fail. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ALL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">the snapping bc was really heart aching. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">'she is my fren, not urs...'</div><div style="text-align: center;">' i know wad i am doing'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">great and brilliant things to say to keep my mouth shut. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">frens, u call them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">correction, true frens.</div><div style="text-align: center;">then stab u bc with these hurtful remarks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i might hv been too naive. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and what i hv got at the end of the day?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">NOTHING</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DISAPPOINTMENTS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i hope i learn my lesson this time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-63223822781445082452010-05-24T22:18:00.004+08:002010-05-24T22:46:28.610+08:00this blog is for the person who invited me over for soup and the person who taught me mushroom soup =]<div style="text-align: center;">first and foremost.<br />a<br />BIG BIG BIG<br />THANK YOU<br /><br />to<br />ah cheng<br />for inviting me over for ABC soup tonight.<br /><br />=]<br /><br />but<br />i think the true credit goes to uncle for making the soup lar~<br /><br />hahhahahhahahahaha<br /><br />thank yousssssss...aft so long of being away from home, mou tam hou sek. at least tonite i hv got soup from home.<br />*touched*<br /><br />tou xia. arigatou. xiexie.<br /><br />=]<br /><br />and uncle say tmr got lok mei thong~<br />*yoohoo*<br />*so happy*<br /><br />_____________________________________________________________________<br /><br />not forgetting to thank my sifu who taught me how to make mushroom soup via msn. hehe.<br /><br />sam.<br /><br />thanks lots. though u dn hv the chance to taste but my fren say not bad la. stil got room of improvement gehh...pls be proud of ur student la ya...hehe...<br /><br />as promised, i present to you, the mushroom soup<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi876ZAjwUEN_FtfVrwgoV5ECjI249RsIoImEv3d1QuZSPDDb7igCtCeO4WhXsvL-lhrMWtAcrPWBUEdCfstlWWBEiRwkOChiWEwnknrba71tp1K81o8_siB1hV_ZrVnsKT4fXsOCDVB3zo/s1600/DSC02587.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi876ZAjwUEN_FtfVrwgoV5ECjI249RsIoImEv3d1QuZSPDDb7igCtCeO4WhXsvL-lhrMWtAcrPWBUEdCfstlWWBEiRwkOChiWEwnknrba71tp1K81o8_siB1hV_ZrVnsKT4fXsOCDVB3zo/s320/DSC02587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474847201207386242" border="0" /></a><br />by the way, today i had a vr delicious lunch.<br />canton-i serves gd char xiu fan. thanks to my aunt for the treat.<br /><br />=]<br /><br />i am so blessed.<br /></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-44459400350999292222010-05-23T19:47:00.003+08:002010-05-23T20:43:52.835+08:00homemaker aint easy...<div style="text-align: center;">this mth has been extremely depressing. i would js wann skip the part.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />finally, aft a long wait, i landed pg safely on 21st may. i am home. but all alone.<br />not much of a difference wen i was bc in sabah.<br /><br />alone. again.<br /><br />but it is definitely better to be whr i belong.<br />at least i could drive down to jln delima to get ah cheng, farlim to get jian or to turf club to get clarissa or terengganu road to find my cousins and grab my favourite laksa.<br /><br />today marks the second day of my home alone.<br />for the first time, i prepared myself a meal. though not complete, i prepared the meal.<br /><br />from going to market to get the ingredients to cooking.<br /><br />phews~<br /><br />not an easy task.<br />waking up early in the morning, trying to get a carpark, going through crowds of aunties and uncles are rather frustating. not forgetting the noises.<br />needed a great amt of patience to go through all these.<br /><br />surprisingly, i survived! hahha.<br /><br />and so, proudly presents my meal of the day<br />not a scrumptious meal but as i hv said, i prepared.<br />hee~<br /><br /><br />MY LUNCH<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX75PHejMOEpB59qBrA9ebPV1eet9wSZeuH-FgwBog7Ix0RPMYHEBggSNZv3gPp5YTiIqjw6BjpFStRppPNttx68RB7nivBvCBADS2v-dyA_WMNZQcgbyUMzmcry-rXblxf-9SaFnK7e4O/s1600/DSC02583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX75PHejMOEpB59qBrA9ebPV1eet9wSZeuH-FgwBog7Ix0RPMYHEBggSNZv3gPp5YTiIqjw6BjpFStRppPNttx68RB7nivBvCBADS2v-dyA_WMNZQcgbyUMzmcry-rXblxf-9SaFnK7e4O/s320/DSC02583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474440832382484946" border="0" /></a>first time i stir fried chicken. not bad the taste with steam four season beans.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9D5KrC4FGD2Upc2S67bbtrxwBa_gnCPYgNsNqkx9Udc64GmQmk-ln2MDF2aXyEST6lxR2LjJNIBs2sT_K35vBfssRPZwyIJy2uC58QdaYPV9w0KvFy-YmSZfVihQd09gqee3fBnmGWq1/s1600/DSC02584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9D5KrC4FGD2Upc2S67bbtrxwBa_gnCPYgNsNqkx9Udc64GmQmk-ln2MDF2aXyEST6lxR2LjJNIBs2sT_K35vBfssRPZwyIJy2uC58QdaYPV9w0KvFy-YmSZfVihQd09gqee3fBnmGWq1/s320/DSC02584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474440821415228306" border="0" /></a>no more rice at home. only brown rice which is a big no-no to me so i had tomyum maggie<br /><br />=]<br /><br />MY DINNER<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ37LnqdxZHp1V6i0PT5uG1Im6tsmgPSqn7BVA1EPZdG46KgL86A65aY691qJQ0WO8X8oxCxY3IDQ7nVnTmKMVswT0ceHa79ILW5ulvGBrY-vBMvtLICFOknBAQKTRk4Lr7vHKuQT92wk/s1600/DSC02586.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ37LnqdxZHp1V6i0PT5uG1Im6tsmgPSqn7BVA1EPZdG46KgL86A65aY691qJQ0WO8X8oxCxY3IDQ7nVnTmKMVswT0ceHa79ILW5ulvGBrY-vBMvtLICFOknBAQKTRk4Lr7vHKuQT92wk/s320/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474440841523215266" border="0" /></a>bitter gourd soup.<br /><br />sobs. failure. too much water dyy~<br /><br />being a homemaker aint easy at all...<br />i really salute my mom.<br /><br /><br /></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-34705412259395905032010-05-02T15:59:00.005+08:002010-05-02T18:43:18.699+08:00a piece to share...<div style="text-align: justify;">came across smth really interesting when reading stephanie's blog. its a speech by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988). He was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony.<br /><br />not the full speech though, extracted what really caught me...<br /><br />''The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.<br /><br />You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.<br /><br />The good news is that they’re wrong.''<br /><br />i do not know how true this is but at certain extent, i agree. up till now, i cant see anything great in it. perhaps, i really hv lost the passion of all this. jaded, i am. but i really envy those who are in it. sounds contradicting? i know. not my obligation to explain anyway.<br /><br />lecturers, in the same industry, share the same piece of thought. i might be wrong in my observations of my lecturers in my university but they do give me the feeling tt they value the master students (and the potential master students) more. from the way they try to sell the goodness of masters' degrees.<br /><br /><br />and for the full speech, click <a href="http://grandenough.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br /><br /><br /></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-68340289956828884562010-04-30T01:52:00.002+08:002010-04-30T02:02:59.449+08:00my last paper in my life.<div style="text-align: center;">and so i handed in the last paper in my life.<br /><br />i was in mixed feelings.<br />happy it was over.<br />at the same time worried i would flunk the paper. *fingers crossed<br /><br />whatever it is, i am glad tt i hv got someone to share wif once again.<br /><br /> someone tt i would like to cherish.<br /><br />someone tt i would like to gif it a try again.<br /><br />i hope this time i could do better.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403230334018185395.post-81991873701323752122010-04-28T14:31:00.001+08:002010-04-28T14:35:42.524+08:00Being Human<p>i hv alw looked forward to jack neo's production and this has not failed me despite of wad has happened to him recently.<br /></p><p>i find tt the theme song of the movie is meaningful so would like to share...<br /></p><p>“做人”</p> <p>有些东西本来很简单<br /><br />有些事情不一定是那样<br /><br />有些人过不了自己那关<br /> <br />结果把简单的事情弄乱<br /><br />有些手法不需要耍手段<br /><br />有些做法也不需要野蛮<br /><br />有些道理根本不需要人讲<br /><br />有些东西不管怎样你都会不满<br /><br /><br />做人要看开一点点<br />工作要认真一点<br />对人要随便一点点<br />生活就会自在一点<br /><br /><br />悲伤时要快乐一点<br />快乐时要注意一点<br />生气时要平静一点<br />人生就会完美一点</p><object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e1XFVDTb1y8/hqdefault.jpg);" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1XFVDTb1y8&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1XFVDTb1y8&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>c3http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387332838028329369noreply@blogger.com0