<?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-24375667</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:28:25.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的黑色世界</title><subtitle type='html'>One of my friend encourages me to create a blog to write down my thoughts. This is how this blog was born. By the way, this blog is created during my journey to work on a bus and MRT. Haha..

Disclaimer: This is a blog based on personal feeling and thinking. Not suitable for kids or overgrown kids. For those who get offended, thank you for reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-8569113896398567206</id><published>2008-07-14T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:57:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kind of Ghost Whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SHrN0EHdaXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/03NN7Bb2Op8/s1600-h/ghostw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SHrN0EHdaXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/03NN7Bb2Op8/s200/ghostw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222713012231432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently I am obsessed with the drama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/span&gt;, seems like the dramatic love is stronger than the love in real life. I remember a line from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melinda&lt;/span&gt; that catches my attention, it says "Love is not about what you said, it's about what you do." That's all, simple and nice but how many people in this living world knows the real meaning? You should be glad if you knows it. Not everyone had a chance to meet someone who you really can love and who can love you back as well. If you found one, you should appreciate and value it. All I know is that love comes from everybody heart, if its there, it will be there. Your actions determine your heart, not words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loves their stories as it shows all kind of love and the regrets that a person had after they passed away. Death is the time when everybody wake up from the living world. This is the only time you will know whether did you leave any regrets and the Ghost Whisperer is the last chance you had to clear whatever you needed to do before you can die in peace. Not all the time you will get forgiveness, as this world is also full of anger, hatred, jealousy, etc. One thing I am sure of that is fair in this world is that everyone only live once, whether it's short or long, it does matter... what matters is you only live once.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-8569113896398567206?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/8569113896398567206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=8569113896398567206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8569113896398567206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8569113896398567206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-kind-of-ghost-whisperer.html' title='My kind of Ghost Whisperer'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SHrN0EHdaXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/03NN7Bb2Op8/s72-c/ghostw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-1127822060351236919</id><published>2008-06-15T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:47:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SFS6f04CKeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dMl06DCp-Qw/s1600-h/LostWallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SFS6f04CKeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dMl06DCp-Qw/s200/LostWallpaper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211995724706884066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you watch the TV series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yet? Its a great show to me although some commented that they're lost when missing some parts. Yes, you will. The show is not about people who get lost on island after their flight crashed. I should say that they were originally lost within themselves even before the crash. The crash is giving them a chance to find themselves back. I think everybody life is almost similar to the show itself, just that the way it presented was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that everybody has a time when they are more lost, we will seek ways and helps to find back the missing piece. Like in the show, some of them was trying very hard to wanting to get out of the island but yet some just wanted to stay there. Logically, normal people will a logic will wants to get back to where you belongs. The question is, why should you get back to a place which you are lost when you have a better choice, which is the island. I believe in miracles and knows that it cannot be explained by logic. Lots of thing in this world don't explain itself in logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I am lost in part of my life and I felt so helpless but the environment talks to me and lead me to some solution. It is an incredible experience, everything just comes together. The message don't comes in one, they comes from the people are talk to, the movie i watched, the dream I made, the books I read and even some horoscope that I happens to read. I show it to some of my friend, they also have a shocking reaction. Some may think is a coincident but I believe that my fate will lead me to my destination thru' all these activities happening around me. There are hind here and there, I just need to figure it out. Some things are meant to be lost as you can't hold on to everything in life. Nothing is forever, there are things you can't change in life, just admitted it and move on. The most importantly is that Everything happens for a reason. We may lost something valuable to us but we will gain something back as well. Its like the cycle of nature that keeps the world going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been great and challenging for me, I will reach my destination one day, you will as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-1127822060351236919?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/1127822060351236919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=1127822060351236919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/1127822060351236919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/1127822060351236919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SFS6f04CKeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dMl06DCp-Qw/s72-c/LostWallpaper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-8247940785445777287</id><published>2008-06-07T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:50:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting up yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SEoTBQsjF_I/AAAAAAAAACc/6taUKcfVFW0/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SEoTBQsjF_I/AAAAAAAAACc/6taUKcfVFW0/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208996831390013426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After going thru' my blog list, I realised that this one is unpublished since June 2007. After I read thru', I think it's meant to be publish now. If you ask me what image is this, I will tell you that this is me. Sometime I just want to know what I am thinking about...if I am hungry, I want to eat; if I am thirsty, I want to drink; if I am boring, I want to have fun; if I want money, I have to work.. isn't it just so simple? If understanding myself is simple like cutting up yourself, so that you will be able to see what's really inside you - Life will be much easier. Do you really have a lung or a heart in you, maybe you does have physically, but it still doesn't mean you have it emotionally. Cutting up yourself is more painful or knowing yourself is more painful? Everybody will be telling you the same thing, everybody has the same thing inside them. Have you ever wonder do you really have what they have? In actually fact, it don't really matters, as long as you are happy? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you only talk to people when you are require to? then, this two paragraph is totally unimportant. If you ask me what I am good with, maybe I will tell you that I am good in talking rubbish and drinking. Probably the combination best describe me. I want to fly, I want to fly.. give me wings..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-8247940785445777287?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/8247940785445777287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=8247940785445777287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8247940785445777287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8247940785445777287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/06/cutting-up-yourself.html' title='Cutting up yourself'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SEoTBQsjF_I/AAAAAAAAACc/6taUKcfVFW0/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-7485577912721561112</id><published>2008-05-28T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:00:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Relationship and Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SDyulRHLajI/AAAAAAAAACU/GO4JbzxWXbM/s1600-h/bonding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SDyulRHLajI/AAAAAAAAACU/GO4JbzxWXbM/s320/bonding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205227224605354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many people experience love relationship but how many understand the whole concept of a real relationship? It's just like the story of the egg and ham bread.. the chicken involved but the pig committed. A relationship is not just two person being together physically but emotionally connected too as well. Spending time together not just for activities like watching movie or tv but having deep conversation while building bonding. In this way, love will be able to progress to another stage. Everything relationship needs to build bonding, friends too, we drink and talk to understand each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these sounds easy, but it is not a process. Love should comes naturally, you will automatically wants to spend more time with the person. This is something that cannot be forced, it will happens when there is love. Normally people called this the honeymoon period, this period of cos' will have normal argument as well to understand each other more. Slowly it will just move to another stage, probably staying together so that you can experience each other living habits. It will be normal to have argument to adjust to each other, this can eventually lead to a break up if cannot be compromised. Its still better than having a divorce which requires more time and money. If everything's ok, it will automatically moved to next stage which is marriage. Love and effort does not stops here, bonding and communications again applies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage, probably enjoy one year of "just married" period and probably starting to make babies. Don't ask me why, if you don't want to make baby, why married? Maybe some people just feel secure when married but I don't think it is. To me, security is from the heart, you don't register it, you feel it. If someone loves you, you will be able to feel it from your inside. Not because when a person care for you, this is not love, this is not a process. A love relationship is more than care, it needs commitment as well. If there is not commitment, it will be just a relationship with an activities partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a love relationship is over at the time, it ends there. It will be converted to memories to be kept. In our life, we will be meeting different kind of people, we don't experience all different relationship and then choose the best one after that. This game don't work in this way, when you missed your boat, you missed. You don't have to regret, I will advise you to appreciate what you had than wasting time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on what you had already lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you know why marriage in Chinese is called 喜喜？It obviously is two person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;喜 together. It is not a precess that needed, it's the heart that matters. It is two heart not one that can makes it work. Let me know if your idea of a relationship is different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-7485577912721561112?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/7485577912721561112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=7485577912721561112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/7485577912721561112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/7485577912721561112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-relationship-and-bonding.html' title='Love, Relationship and Bonding'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/SDyulRHLajI/AAAAAAAAACU/GO4JbzxWXbM/s72-c/bonding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-1369667228705018272</id><published>2007-10-14T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T13:25:48.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RxGfG_LxkEI/AAAAAAAAACM/aSXIvaZr8Zs/s1600-h/mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RxGfG_LxkEI/AAAAAAAAACM/aSXIvaZr8Zs/s320/mum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121049193685815362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been quite sometime since my last blog, probably too busy and running out of ideas on what to write. Finally I have something that I think it's worth commenting and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that a mother's love to their children is always the greatest and unconditional but I am totally wrong. Maybe I am just too lucky to have one who always think and do the best for their children than for herself. I realised that not all mother has no condition for what they does for their children. It's a child responsibility to take care of the parent bt not a condition to do it in a parent's way. Perhaps some mother didn't realised that actually they have conditioned their children in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should changed my sentence to "All mother loves their children" but some with conditions. Finally I have seen some that have conditions in it, but probably they are too selfish and shallow to see what they are doing are for their own good instead of for the good for their children. It's so sad that these kind of love existed in this world but on the other hand, it will makes me appreciate my mum's love even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mother fish protecting her eggs, yet they ate up all the eggs when feels that she don't have the ability to protect it. It's when she FEELS, doesn't mean it is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true, but the only truth I know is that we ain't no fish. It's a fact that in all mother's eye, their children will never be grown up enough for their own, but in actual fact, they do grown up and they will be a parent next time too. The mature age was set at 21 years old for a reason, cos' everyone should be able to decide for themselves by then but of cos' there may have some exceptional case. Probably the kid are too protected by the parent and still depending on them. As someone said before.. a mountain that is smooth, cannot be climbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby urged all shallow mothers out there, please think for the good of your children, than just selfishly satisfying your own "feel". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They too have the right to choose as long as they are responsible for their own action. No one can choose and responsible for other's life. What you think is right doesn't mean is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You may think that you had won a battle now but eventually you will end up losing a war instead. As I am very sure that no one in this world can buy respect.. it needs to be earn. Think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-1369667228705018272?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/1369667228705018272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=1369667228705018272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/1369667228705018272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/1369667228705018272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/10/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RxGfG_LxkEI/AAAAAAAAACM/aSXIvaZr8Zs/s72-c/mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-4523712619232830808</id><published>2007-07-12T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:37:53.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits of $ingaporean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever wonder what benefits do we have as a Singaporean? Besides having a clean, organise and safe place to stay. I agreed that these are important, but we share all these benefits with foreigner and PR. Where's our exclusive benefits we have as a Singaporean? Only for Singaporean - Singaporean here represent a single person or married with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's one of the article taken from Straits Time on 20 Jan 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RpWf9-F9gdI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ubo4JjP4DwI/s1600-h/news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RpWf9-F9gdI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ubo4JjP4DwI/s320/news.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086147241173680594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After reading the article, I send an email to stomp which was not published, so I decided to share my thoughts here instead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Re: Articles on 20 Jan 2007 - The dollars and sense of citizenship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After reading through the articles on saturday regarding about the benefits of singapore, I have some comments on this issue. The example used was based on the SIngaporean who has a family, how about those who does not have a family, those who are divorce or single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The example stated for housing was based on the price that the family paid for in 1983, which has a 200% plus growth after 24 years. Are you sure that houses brought now will have 200% growth in the next 23 years? As for the heathcare, you will only be able to benefits if you are sick which nobody wants to. For education, the fees was used to compare with foreigners instead of PR, plus it will only be benefits if we are Singaporean with kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What about benefits of Singaporean as a "Singaporean" itself? You know, any of my friends from oversea, they are so proud to be their citizen of their own country. What do we have to be proud of our own country? What is our country doing for us? I have served the army for 2 years and now still serving as a reservist and PR in Singapore don't have to do it and enjoy most of the previlege we had and even better. Why is it better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For PR, you can buy a resale HDB with sibling as long as the parents are not here. Singaporean can do that too, but how many Singaporean whose parent are not here? We should be given better advantages in getting a "Space" of our own. We will be more independent, doesn't mean that we won't married when the time is right. You can't force people to marry because of the HDB, ending up, you will just achieve a higher divorce rate instead. Example 2, if based on what the government discussion on the IR, if Singaporean need to pay in order to enter IR, then what is the benefits of being a Singaporean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, the government should let the people choose what we think is best for us and not what they think is best for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks and Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After reading this, do you have any thoughts to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-4523712619232830808?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/4523712619232830808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=4523712619232830808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/4523712619232830808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/4523712619232830808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/07/benefits-of-singaporean.html' title='Benefits of $ingaporean?'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RpWf9-F9gdI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ubo4JjP4DwI/s72-c/news.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-6553130370782267299</id><published>2007-05-27T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:47:47.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的黑色颐和园</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RlkM3fxGzkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OC9mO5Db_JA/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RlkM3fxGzkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OC9mO5Db_JA/s320/summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069097003142008386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After watching the movie "summer palace" with some good friends, we decided to find a place to have some drinks and discussion. We realised that what being shown has some reflections of our real life from the people you know. You may need to have some experiences in relationship in order to appreciate this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one part that touches me is that this main actress trying to light a cigarette and she happen to ask for a lighter from this boyfriend. This boyfriend who has a lighter that just couldn't light up. Suddenly, the actress seems to has solved the puzzle which is in her heart for so many years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A relationship is just like smoking a stick of cigarette to keep you warm when the weather's cold. Every partner you find represent a lighter, but not all lighter will works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if it works and lighted your cigarette, it will only warmed you for a length of a cigarette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many stick do you really need to keep you warm in a Lifetime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual life, we are born alone, and wil eventually die alone. Everyone seems to felt so cold to be alone and searching for ways to warm themselves. Some may even get lost. In real life, some people you met earlier may be the only one you can love later, just that it just happen to appear at the wrong time of your life. Once you missed it, you missed it. There's just no way to turn back, the fire will not be lighted up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's such a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-6553130370782267299?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/6553130370782267299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=6553130370782267299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/6553130370782267299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/6553130370782267299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='我的黑色颐和园'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RlkM3fxGzkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OC9mO5Db_JA/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-793819985413032812</id><published>2007-04-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:21:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Health or  My Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RiYpUFjmp0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XfNluF1UikY/s1600-h/health.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RiYpUFjmp0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XfNluF1UikY/s320/health.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054773056835594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is not a special day, but it is for me! So embarrassed to admit that I had just passed my IPPT after eight lessons of remedial  training. IPPT was never a difficult task for me these ten years until I failed last year. What I meant here was that to pass is not that difficult but if to score, you may need to be more hardworking which I don't really bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The failing has enlightened me that age is catching up, and weights are going up at the same time too. I better buck up before it's too late! I think it's time to watch my diet and have some discipline on exercising weekly. At the end of the day, your health belongs to you, no one will be responsible to take care for you. Even the riches man in the world would want to buy health, but maybe they can buy to a certain extend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, 健康是你最大的财富!  Cheers for more healthy years.. and wealthy years too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-793819985413032812?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/793819985413032812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=793819985413032812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/793819985413032812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/793819985413032812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-health-or-my-hell.html' title='My Health or  My Hell'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RiYpUFjmp0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XfNluF1UikY/s72-c/health.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-7248237391750621516</id><published>2007-04-06T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:50:53.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to my O2 and ipod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RhhVcl4IC1I/AAAAAAAAABs/29UvA67xqqU/s1600-h/tribute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RhhVcl4IC1I/AAAAAAAAABs/29UvA67xqqU/s320/tribute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050880931788229458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, my friends and I were having fun at a beach party but unfortunately my two good buddies drowned - my dear O2 (darkness2007) and ipod video (cow). I tried to saved them but seems like electrical stuff really can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before, i reinstalled my desktop and accidentally deleted 10Gb of my mp3 that i thought will be able to extract from my ipod. Currently ipod or itune can't do that yet, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found a 3rd party software that can do that - &lt;a href="http://www.ipodsoft.com/site/index.php?n=Software.HomePage"&gt;iGadget&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The software itself cost US$15, I was thinking maybe I can find a free version on the web. Feeling relieved after figuring out the solution, i started to take my own sweet time to do it. Only God knows that it will be drowned weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its time to pay for my retributions for taking things for granted. Somethings in life are just so unpredictable, never just assumed that things are there just when you need it. Anything can happens at anytime unexpectedly, but don't get upset when it happens, i believe everything happened for a reason. It may be a blessing in disguised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident, i search around and I found their long lost son - the walkman phone called "darkness II". Seems like i am not good in naming things. Anyway, thanks for the two buddies that stays with me for the good and bad times. They will always stay as a part of my memories...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-7248237391750621516?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/7248237391750621516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=7248237391750621516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/7248237391750621516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/7248237391750621516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/04/tribute-to-my-o2-and-ipod.html' title='A tribute to my O2 and ipod'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RhhVcl4IC1I/AAAAAAAAABs/29UvA67xqqU/s72-c/tribute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-1525480296187762679</id><published>2007-03-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:44:08.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you what you think you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rfa3RG7N6-I/AAAAAAAAABY/XRoqTi9kEoM/s1600-h/yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rfa3RG7N6-I/AAAAAAAAABY/XRoqTi9kEoM/s320/yourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041418337432497122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever think of asking yourself this question? - Are you what you think you are? When you are in a comfort zone, most likely you wouldn't think of this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been in relationship for too long, never alone before, until my last one ended. It was long enough for me to forget when is the last time I breath the air by myself. I am too used to breathing in two. I realized that this is the beginning of being myself again, It had never been so real as myself before. I never really take a close up and understanding myself when I am in two. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now that I believe that knowing yourself is so important before knowing someone else. I remember once I quoted 'you can lost anything in your life but not yourself'. A person without personality is an empty shell - soulless. I will still lived by the quote until now. Correct me if you think I am wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you really want to know who you are, you can try drink some alcohol. You will tend to relax yourself after some drinks but not too much. Maybe by then, you will discovered the real you behind all this shadows, realises who you really are and what you really want. Good luck!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-1525480296187762679?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/1525480296187762679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=1525480296187762679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/1525480296187762679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/1525480296187762679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-what-you-think-you-are.html' title='Are you what you think you are?'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rfa3RG7N6-I/AAAAAAAAABY/XRoqTi9kEoM/s72-c/yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-2107695033184831640</id><published>2007-03-13T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:24:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rfaz_27N69I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c_rOFLboe6s/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rfaz_27N69I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c_rOFLboe6s/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041414742544870354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I am a food lover who can travelled a distance just to eat something I craved for. Yesterday, on my way back home after my class, I stopped by a hawker centre for some food. I ordered the famous fried oyster and it came in the best colour, smell and taste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The olden chinese always say that a good food is make up of the 'colour', 'smell' and 'taste' (&lt;/span&gt;色香味俱全)&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. I realised that it may be more then that. It will still need to depend on 'your mood' and 'companion' you are with. It's like drinking beer alone or with good friends or drinking in a bad mood or a happy mood. Seems like same beer but different taste at different time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you think eating alone is bad, wait until you eat with someone you dislike. I will rather eat alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My good food = colour + smell + taste + mood + companion. Agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-2107695033184831640?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/2107695033184831640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=2107695033184831640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/2107695033184831640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/2107695033184831640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-food.html' title='My Food'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rfaz_27N69I/AAAAAAAAABQ/c_rOFLboe6s/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-8837713381219499207</id><published>2007-03-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:25:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pair of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Re6_05QimGI/AAAAAAAAABI/ONqBBhaSIxw/s1600-h/pair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Re6_05QimGI/AAAAAAAAABI/ONqBBhaSIxw/s320/pair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039175948518463586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Basically in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, you may need to be in pair in order to be considered as 'having a life' but I will called it 'a pair of life' instead. Having a space of your own, you will need to be rich enough to afford a private apartment or you will have to be in pair in order to buy a hdb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sad but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is not a place for poor single to stay but w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hat I think is that we should be more independent before we really start a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Anyway, the government will realise this one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Does everything you does has to do it in two? What if you are alone? Does it mean that you will not be given a life? Whatever you does is 'no life'? One of my friend said that 'having a life' is to going to museum with her spouse. Is that really are? Yes, but only apply to her. I do enjoy going museum, but there's much more 'life' out there for me then just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Actually, it really depends on individual as everyone are satisfy with different 'life'. Singlehood to someone may seem lifeless because they choose to view it in this way but not to all. I think I will rather called it a 'pair of life' and a 'single life'. Infact, we just need to enjoy life while we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Someone once adviced me - treasure what you have now. Didn't I? Did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影"门徒"说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;到底空虚恐怖,还是毒品恐怖?"&lt;br /&gt;我说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;到底失去自己恐怖,还是失去感情恐怖?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-8837713381219499207?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/8837713381219499207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=8837713381219499207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8837713381219499207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8837713381219499207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/03/pair-of-life.html' title='A pair of life'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Re6_05QimGI/AAAAAAAAABI/ONqBBhaSIxw/s72-c/pair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-4978374132989399305</id><published>2007-02-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:37:37.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning vs Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rdf2fTrX5aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzQ0L5qAKUQ/s1600-h/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rdf2fTrX5aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzQ0L5qAKUQ/s320/cny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032762126328391074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the year goes by, I starting to realise that I am losing the meaning. What’s the meaning? The meaning of doing something. Remember the time when we will young, celebrating Chinese New Year is a great things for us. Kids will love to have “Ang Bao”, but now… we are no longer kids… “Ang Bao” became the process of CNY instead. We no longer sees the meaning of it. For reunion dinner, it’s another process that need to be done. Do we really feel like reunion or just a process? Nobody knows better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally, we will have a farewell party on the last day for the person who resigned. We will have drinks and talking sessions as if we will never meet again, but maybe we really won’t meet again. How many of you really have the truth feeling of farewell? Where is the meaning? These are just some living examples. Throughout the years, I think that “process” is slowly taking over the “meaning” subconsciously. Maybe it's because that we are now in the digital age, we can use email, sms, msm instead of meeting. Although it may bring friends who stay further nearer, but may just end up bringing the friends who are  staying nearer further. If you are not careful, you may be losing the meaning of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year! It’s not a process, sincerely from me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The meaning of life is to give life meaning” - Ken Hudgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-4978374132989399305?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/4978374132989399305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=4978374132989399305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/4978374132989399305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/4978374132989399305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/02/meaning-vs-process.html' title='Meaning vs Process'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rdf2fTrX5aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzQ0L5qAKUQ/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-3687971261469158033</id><published>2007-02-17T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:13:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to say GoodBye again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RdZIrTrX5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mOQl5uypg_w/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RdZIrTrX5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mOQl5uypg_w/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032289542486877586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I realise that it's not easy to say goodbye to a good friend. At least I am not good at saying it. It's not just like a goodbye hug or a pat on the shoulder. Every words have a certain amount of weight attached to it. Every goodbye you said, changes take place in your life. I really hated to say goodbye, but you just have to...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When you really think about it, people in your life, comes and goes. No one really will stays with you forever, every life move on... people goes in different ways. As we chinese says, the most painful thing in this world is to bid farewell (生离死别). Saying goodbye is like making payment at the shopping centre counter after your shopping. It has finally reached a stop point. The only thing different is that we don't buy things, what we check out is memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This month I just happened to check out twice. One moving to a better prospect career as another moved to a better place on earth. Goodbye my dear friend! I will miss you, bon voyage...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-3687971261469158033?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/3687971261469158033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=3687971261469158033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/3687971261469158033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/3687971261469158033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-time-to-say-goodbye-again.html' title='It&apos;s time to say GoodBye again...'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RdZIrTrX5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mOQl5uypg_w/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-6910379577925692163</id><published>2007-02-17T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:09:49.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Bonding Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RdZDrjrX5YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2VqyrOJBQFw/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RdZDrjrX5YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2VqyrOJBQFw/s320/beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032284049223705986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Last week, I had an interesting drinking session with my 'brothers'. The feeling was really great, it deserved to be written into my blog. These people are not my real brother, they are my good friends or you can call them my drinking kakis. Some are single, some are attached but we still make an effort to meet each other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Normally we meet for some drinks and sinful food, it can be anywhere any place. One thing good about this brotherhood bonding is that we don't really asked a lot of questions when we arrange for a session. All that matters are drink, that's why we are called "jui guei". If a women was involved, it may be different. Of course it does not applied to all women, I am not trying to be a MCP here. Normally girls will ask a lot of questions before they decide on something - like, who's going, where to go, etc. For guys, we just need some cosy place with food and drinks... or maybe with plasma tv showing soccer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;and we are done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; I think drinking is the bonding we had for years. Can you imagine if we drink coffee instead? Do people drink jug of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Not all my friends know each other, but drinking pulled us together. So far, all of my drinking friends mix around very well. Either it's because of the alcohol effect or because we are all guys. As long as friends that drink, it will be much easler to pull them together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One of my friend used to drink only one mug of beer for a session, I mean a drinking session. By the time we ended our session, the beer is already warm like coffee. You know, it's very sinful to heat up your beer. By through years, he finally realised this idea - No more keeping fish in the beer (that's what we called when someone doesn't drink his beer for sometime).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Why does people choose to drink beer then to coffee? Probably because the more you drink, the more real you will become. No one will be able to act when alcohol take control, it's the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Sometimes, we do stupid things after drinking, but it's fun to experience that because we just won't do it when we are sober. Hello guys, grap one if you haven't start yet. Everyone deserve to enjoy this bonding. Let us cheers for the creation of alcohol! Yam seng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;b&gt;将进酒&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作者：李白&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;君不见黄河之水天上来，奔流到海不复回？&lt;br /&gt;君不见高堂明镜悲白发，朝如青丝暮成雪？&lt;br /&gt;人生得意须尽欢，莫使金樽空对月。&lt;br /&gt;天生我材必有用，千金散尽还复来。&lt;br /&gt;烹羊宰牛且为乐，会须一饮三百杯。&lt;br /&gt;岑夫子，丹丘生，将进酒，杯莫停。&lt;br /&gt;与君歌一曲，请君为我倾耳听。&lt;br /&gt;钟鼓馔玉不足贵，但愿长醉不愿醒。&lt;br /&gt;古来圣贤皆寂寞，惟有饮者留其名。&lt;br /&gt;陈王昔时宴平乐，斗酒十千恣欢谑。&lt;br /&gt;主人何为言钱少？径须沽取对君酌。&lt;br /&gt;五花马，千金裘，&lt;br /&gt;呼儿将出换美酒，与尔同销万古愁。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-6910379577925692163?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/6910379577925692163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=6910379577925692163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/6910379577925692163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/6910379577925692163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/02/brother-bonding-beer.html' title='Brother Bonding Beer'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RdZDrjrX5YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2VqyrOJBQFw/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-8085208095972129601</id><published>2007-01-28T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:14:02.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rbv3s_ipz2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hFps03h6A7E/s1600-h/craft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024882161605005154" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rbv3s_ipz2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hFps03h6A7E/s320/craft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be a person who believes that we should lead our life the way we want it to be. We change things to what we want it to be, we fight for what we want. Everything was so well planned and executed until I met someone who totally changed my perspective to life. Some things in life will not be yours even if you fight till your last breath. I have learn that what’s yours will be yours, it’s a matter of time, and what’s not, will never is, no matter how hard you tried. It seems that I have gained a new vision that can see things that I can't see in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from someone that we are crafted by the people around us - our family, friends, relatives and even strangers that we met once a while. It won’t be surprised that people who make a great change in your life will be a stranger instead of someone close to you. How is it possible that someone could change the whole crafting instantly? This is something that I wouldn't believe before I met one. It's not really a bad idea to meet someone like this. It is nearly impossible to change something that you strongly believe in to something else, but it's still possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing oneself doesn't mean that you have lost yourself, you just upgraded to another version - A better one, that's why it's called an upgrade. Some people may choose to downgrade themselves after they met this someone. Afterall, we do have a choice, it will depends on what we want to choose. Yes, it's always easier said then done, but if you don't do it, nothing will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now learned how to lead a life that happens naturally and the ability to adapt to any kind of changes in life. Remember one thing, nothing will be permanent or forever. All the things we had now will change anytime, we will just have to adjust or leave it in order to move on. Do not take life for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As time goes by, I have started to realise that I do not choose the way I lead my life, but my life choose the way it want me to lead instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And I know what I have to do now.. I gotta keep breathing.. Because tomorrow the sun will rise..Who knows what the tide could bring?" - From the movie "Cast Away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-8085208095972129601?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/8085208095972129601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=8085208095972129601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8085208095972129601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/8085208095972129601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/01/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes in Life'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/Rbv3s_ipz2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hFps03h6A7E/s72-c/craft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-5986655127037969210</id><published>2007-01-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:33:43.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Start, New Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RaZYw_ipz1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ubs4aesgzqQ/s1600-h/fish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018796433464741714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RaZYw_ipz1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ubs4aesgzqQ/s320/fish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, I thought that I am done with 2006, but not really. When moving into 2007, the first thing in my mind was "what have I done in 2006 and what is going to happen in 2007?". I should be feeling really great for the arrival of new year but I am NOT! What's happening to me? Somewhere or some place is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, it wasn't a great year for me but things are picking up at the second half of the year, and it stopped. When I passed the New Year, I have this feeling of lost. Maybe it's because that I know what is going to happen in 2007 - everything is going to stay as it is, not much changes if I just remain as what I am doing now. It’s so predictable! I have this perception that every year has to be better than the one before or has to be different at least. I am not going to waste my 2007, I need a brand new year, a different one, a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling for days just thinking of what I wanted to do to improve my 2007. Time does not wait for anyone, while I am struggling, I started to realise that things are changing around me. Nice colleagues at work are leaving for individual reason. Infact, I think that friends are my main drive for work. Not money Not work, why? Doesn’t mean that I don’t like money or work, it’s just that it is the must important factor for me. I never really think of the 'why' part until I feel my drive is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think back, we spent most of our working hours just on getting work done. How much time do we talk to colleagues at work, of course I don’t mean by talking about working subject. This may be what most of us missed, 'busy' is always the excuse we used when we were asked. It all depends on your priority. I will prefer to build a strong relationship compare to a strong work. It will be great if we can have both, we may need to balance in some way. I believe at the end of the day, if we happen to change job, the work will stays with the company but relationship move with you. Do you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-5986655127037969210?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/5986655127037969210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=5986655127037969210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/5986655127037969210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/5986655127037969210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-start-new-challenges.html' title='New Year, New Start, New Challenges'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXKAU8BDWfw/RaZYw_ipz1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ubs4aesgzqQ/s72-c/fish2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-116005369033292816</id><published>2006-10-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:08:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I have this sudden feeling of "I hate this world" when I woke up in the morning. You just don't feel right, all you want is to reboot your whole system and start everything from scratch. Probably it's a stress releases from whatever you had done before. Something you just wish to experience again, so you can do it better. After all, everything seems not as important to you anymore, you just want to get out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cleared your mind and try to think simple, it's just so meaningless in whatever you are doing. Everything's going to end when you die, even if you are someone who is famous, you will be forgotten one day. Is the so call process really so important? I guess it's the best we could have if we compare to sitting there doing nothing while waiting for your death, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You can run from the world, but you can't hide from it..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-116005369033292816?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/116005369033292816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=116005369033292816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/116005369033292816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/116005369033292816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-this-world.html' title='I hate this world'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-115927220742164160</id><published>2006-09-26T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:13:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you what your sign are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/horoscope.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/horoscope.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you a horoscope person? Although I believe in horoscope, but I am not a supersitious person. I think that a person character is based on it's horoscope, but it does not apply to whether this person is kind or not. Kindness is depending on the way he/she was brought up, the friends they mixed with, the environment, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in every sign will have good and bad substances. Therefore, through your life experiences, you will absorb the so call "substances" that created the "you" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice that most of the time, the sign with the same element click well with each other? Just simple ask around, and you will realise that they really are, but of course there are still some exception. Sometimes, it also depend on the chinese horoscope and the role you are playing withe the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water: Pisces, Cancer, Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Earth: Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo&lt;br /&gt;Air: Aquarius, Gemini, Libra&lt;br /&gt;Fire: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the same sign gets along well, but it doesn't mean that they will make a happy couple. It takes more then 'click' to make a relationship works, I guess 'sign' gave a good head start. Couple with a different sign will have to work even harder to make things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-115927220742164160?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/115927220742164160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=115927220742164160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115927220742164160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115927220742164160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-you-what-your-sign-are.html' title='Are you what your sign are?'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-115837326983778090</id><published>2006-09-16T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:21:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/urgent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/urgent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urgent, urgent, urgent! Everything seems to be urgent nowadays in this little city. Are they really urgent? Yes and no, I think most of the time, it had been abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of 'urgent' had dropped quite a bit. It's like the horn for the car which was originally meant for emergency use, but a lot of the drivers abused it by using unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there's a story of the shepherd who lies about the coming of the wolf and laughed at the kind villagers who came to his rescue. For the third time when the wolf really appeared, no one trusted him anymore and nobody came to help. This story reminds us don't take things for granted. Just imagine that a person always come to you and tell you that the 'something' is 'urgent', sooner or later, you will lost the trust in him and when he really need something which is really urgent, I bet that anyone will ever believe him again. So remember, don't abuse the word 'urgent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgent by dictionary.com means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. compelling or requiring immediate action or attention; imperative; pressing: an urgent matter.&lt;br /&gt;2. insistent or earnest in solicitation; importunate, as a person: an urgent pleader.&lt;br /&gt;3. expressed with insistence, as requests or appeals: an urgent tone of voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-115837326983778090?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/115837326983778090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=115837326983778090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115837326983778090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115837326983778090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/09/urgent.html' title='URGENT?'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-115414710717658748</id><published>2006-07-29T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:52:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and your perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/perception.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/perception.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I have a very interesting lesson on perception and communication, my lecturer gave us this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CROCODILE RIVER CASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A lady named Abigail was in love with Gregory. They live beside a river that was full of crocodiles. They lived on the opposite sides of the river, but there was bridge; so they could cross the river and see each other often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, the bridge was blown away with flood. Abigail tried cross the river to see Gregory, but she couldn't. So she requested a river-boat captain Sinbad to take her to the other side of the river. Sinbad told her that he would do so if Abigail go to bed with him. Abigail denied and complained to her friend Ivan; he just listened and did nothing. Being desperate, Abigail agreed to Sinbad's proposal and Sinbad took her to the other side of the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After seeing Gregory, Abigail told him about her incident; Gregory immediately left Abigail. Abigail got angry and told her misery to her friend Slug. Slug became so angry that he brutally beat Gregory. Then Abigail laughed at Gregory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were supposed to write down a list stating from the worst character to least worst. After that, we have to get into groups planned by him. I was 'lucky' enough to fall into group with four girls, so I am like the opposition party there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my choice and why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abigail&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gregory&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sinbad&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Slug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abigail &lt;/strong&gt;- I really think that she's the roots of all problems. Viewing from my angle, I see her as not sacrificing for love, but her ''desire". She shouldn’t just believe that Sinbad is the only way to cross the river, you can just think of some other ways, maybe build your own boat, etc. She finally 'sacrificed' herself and expecting Gregory will accept her glory sacrifice. After she got rejected, and talk to Slug on how she feels, but end up laughing at Gregory after he was beaten up by Slug. I felt that that's really disgusting character, laughing at the one you called your love? That's not love, she sacrificed just for her needs and desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; - my second choice is Ivan because he is the first person Abigail asked for help, but yet he is no doing anything to help. This kind of friend is really disgusting, you should at least helps to think of other ways for her, or maybe tell her it's not worth sleeping with Sinbad. It's the worst friend you will want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gregory&lt;/strong&gt; - the story does not mention that this guy loves Abigail, so what’s wrong in rejecting someone that loves you. Should you love anyone who sacrificed to love you? Actually, if they really love each other, he should be the one who should find a way to cross the river instead. He is weak and got beaten up by Slug, so I think he deserve a third place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinbad&lt;/strong&gt; - this guy is not a friend of Abigail, so as a business point of view, he should get something back in return. It just happen that he ask for something else instead of money, but he fulfilled his promise after he gets what he wants. If you replaced money with sex, it’s just a normal trading. No one forces anyone to do anything, don’t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slug&lt;/strong&gt; – Overall, Slug is a straightforward person with low EQ and emotional. He try to help Abigail by beating Gregory up which does not really helps in the situation. Beating up someone may be bad physically, but I feel that he is not a bad person psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this discussion, we conclude that the arrangement will be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abigail&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sinbad&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gregory&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Slug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s no way we can really convince each other in the heart, everyone tends to believe that what they think is the best. No one supposed to judge anyone base on their perception towards a certain things. You will be surprise that most of the people are not so diplomatic, I guess it takes a lot of life experiences to reach that stage. It’s ok to believe in yourself, but at least we need to respect others choices too. No one have the right to force anyone to do anything, just get the best possible compromised ways to have the work done and move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It’s such a disappointment when a friend used their perception to judge you and insisted that the ways you see things are wrong.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-115414710717658748?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/115414710717658748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=115414710717658748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115414710717658748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115414710717658748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-and-your-perception.html' title='You and your perception'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-115347902615848580</id><published>2006-07-21T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:58:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single pathetic msn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/single.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ask me to describe what is msn, I will probably say that msn is a friend that is single. Do you realise that most of the time, your msn contacts that go online are single especially after office hours. Probably only single people have more personal time for msn. It’s so pathetic isn’t it? Some people may think that single people who on their msn everyday are people with no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to those who are attached or married? Wouldn't they time for msn? I think msn is just like friends to them, they will only go online when they need it. Some people may disagree with me, but you can’t disagree with the fact. You think it’s sad? I say no, I think it’s only sad when you become single one day with no friends, not even msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After discussing about msn, I guess friendster will be even worst. It's seems like it's invented not only for single people but single and desperate people.. hahaha.. what you think? how about blog? From my point of view, it's for lonely soul to express their feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My spiderman is a dark lonely soul"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-115347902615848580?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/115347902615848580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=115347902615848580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115347902615848580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/115347902615848580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/07/single-pathetic-msn.html' title='Single pathetic msn'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-114949921257497230</id><published>2006-06-05T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:29:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconscious vs Substitution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/vanilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you agree that most people will find substitution for things they had lost. If you lost a mobile phone, you will substitute by buying a new one. By doing this, it will probably satisfy your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have craving for food before, you will understand what I meant. For example, you are craving for the 'chicken rice' from a XYZ store and it just happen that the store didn't open on the day you craved. You may just decide to take the 'chicken rice' from a different store thinking that it will helps to clear your crave. After eating, you still prefer the 'chicken rice' from a XYZ store. You may think that this substitution has replaced the original crave. On the surface, it may seems like it had, but in actual fact, you still desire for the 'chicken rice' from a XYZ store. Just that the thought is now hiding behind your subconscious. It will keep on hunting you in your sleep till you have taken it. This does not only applies to your craving for food, it also applies to things you do in your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitution can never be replaceable by your crave, but maybe it will helps to postpone the urged. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open Your Eyes&lt;/strong&gt; by Carola Angulo (II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Sky&lt;/strong&gt; by Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114949921257497230?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114949921257497230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114949921257497230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114949921257497230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114949921257497230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/06/subconscious-vs-substitution.html' title='Subconscious vs Substitution?'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-114710495927224773</id><published>2006-05-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:31:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无奈</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever been caught in a position where you can never do anythng on a particular situation? For example, you're waiting for a bus for an hour, and no sign of it. When you know that you are going to be late, so you try to get a cab, but no cab, and your mobile phone is flat, and the only choice left is the bus. When the bus reached, you realise that it's already fully packed that it is not possible to even squeeze in another person. I will call this '无奈'. In any way, this example can only be seen as a bad day, because when you think of it, it does not really cause a lot of harm or damage. But if you imagine that similar situation happen when you are rushing to save someone life or something that is really important and it will makes a lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actually fact, this kind of situation only exist to make me appreciate what I have now and consistently reminds me not to take things for granted. Think of the brighter side, it can always be worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生真无奈.. You are not even involve in the birth of yourself.. life is such an irony.. 无奈 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114710495927224773?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114710495927224773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114710495927224773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114710495927224773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114710495927224773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='无奈'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-114424179965003037</id><published>2006-04-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:33:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief and Crave 信念与欲望 (former Believe and desire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/heat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/heat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever think of the life you are leading now? Is it base on your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;belief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [believe]* or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [desire]*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us will probably live for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [desire] for the 5C (credit card, cash, condo, car and career). Do all these items can really make you happy? For people who don't know what's real happiness are, maybe it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have read a very inspiring and motivating Japanese comic. They mention that there are two kinds of people who have ambition - one is base on their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (desire), one on their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;belief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [believe]. Actually, the different between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (desire) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;belief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (believe) is whether you are the leader or he is. I found that most of the city people live base on their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (desire). It's so sad if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (desire) is the one who lead your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You may think that you need money to survive but will die if you do not have? We only need the basics to survive, it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (desire) in you that make you think that you need more, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people may think that comics are for kids, but I don't really agree. I think that people who read comics, will have dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Belief = 信念, Crave = 欲望&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114424179965003037?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114424179965003037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114424179965003037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114424179965003037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114424179965003037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/04/belief-and-crave-former-believe-and.html' title='Belief and Crave 信念与欲望 (former Believe and desire)'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-114424133840208273</id><published>2006-04-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:37:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you want to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/tattoo_black.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/tattoo_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine, will you take a train without knowing where you want to go? Maybe some people does, but most of them wouldn't. It goes the same for life direction, you will need to know your destination before you decide on type of transport you are taking. Some destinations are short, some are long. As long you have one, you will eventually reach there, it's a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life destination is like a long trip, there may have people you meet on the way may travel with you. Some only passes by your life, some supported you on the way, some left you to go elsewhere, some may rob you, etc. As long as you don't get murdered, the journey continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so difficult to find one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just think what makes you happy, and you will know what you want. Probably by then, you will be able to find your direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the lost moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114424133840208273?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114424133840208273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114424133840208273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114424133840208273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114424133840208273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-you-want-to-go.html' title='Where you want to go?'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-114373221977020011</id><published>2006-03-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:03:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Overtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vision8media.com/temp/darkness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="119" alt="" src="http://www.vision8media.com/temp/darkness.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we talk about work, average people work from 8am to 5pm or 9am to 6pm, 5 times a week, some 5 and a half. Minus away lunch, it's about 8 hours a day, 40 - 44 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we spent 8 hours on work, 2 hours on traveling, 2 hrs on meal, 8 hours on sleep, we only left with 4 hours for ourself excluding the misc stuff we do daily. It's only enough to watch 2 dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people work late to prove their commitment and loyalty for the company. To me, OT is inefficiency. We are in a world of technology, not production, times don't count like usual way. Work smart not hard. Here's the way I look at OT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Inefficiency&lt;br /&gt;2. Overloaded&lt;br /&gt;3. Acting&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad time management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For point 1, if you are not born with it, you have to work for it, or else you will need some luck. For point 2, it's very common in asia, you have to voice out, if no improvement was made, I suggest it's time to go. For point 3, I suggest you go hollywood if you can act well. For point 4, sometimes it's not your fault, someone screw up the timing, treat this as a challenge, I believe at least you can reduce OT if time is manage well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, think! Why you work so hard for? I guess must be for a 'reason' (family, money, meaning, etc). If you spend all your time on work, do you have time for the 'reason' you are working for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*unless your reason for work is to spent all the time you have, then I suggest you give me your money, you don't have time to spent. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114373221977020011?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114373221977020011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114373221977020011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114373221977020011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114373221977020011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-and-overtime.html' title='Work and Overtime'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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-24375667.post-114325975311632403</id><published>2006-03-25T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:44:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Theory on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From what I understand, we were not given a choice to live in this world - our parents bring us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that everyone is born with a piece of paper, and you will hand in your piece of art work at the end of your life. Here's some of the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will decide your own theme and colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a different deadline for everyone, but you are not suppose to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There will be no undo to whatever you draw, even if you think that it's not nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The best way to avoid making mistake is probably don't even start any drawing. Don't be surprised that someone will just hand in a blank paper when they die. There are many people who live life without any direction, when there's no direction, you will be going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can also be described like a stock market, some stocks have lots of ups and downs, some are like blue chips, consistently steadily up, some neither have ups or down. One thing for sure, no one will enjoy the down. I think the 'down' is to make you appreciate the 'up' next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember one thing - everyone only live once, so live with colours. Share your theory on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Life is short, live fast and die young'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114325975311632403?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114325975311632403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114325975311632403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114325975311632403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114325975311632403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-theory-on-life.html' title='My Theory on Life'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-114325928384608573</id><published>2006-03-25T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:46:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To me, I think that money is like the 'devil', how much you have, depends on how much you can control it. If you have more than you can control, you may end up being controlled by them. I have seen too many people lost themselves over the 'devil' but don't even realised it, it's sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my friend told me he thinks that those people who spent money will knows how to earn money better then those who don't spent. I told him that I know some people who earn a lot and don't spend. He answered that your money does not belongs to you if you don't spent it, it belongs to the bank or whatever you put your money at. I think it is sort of quite true, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114325928384608573?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114325928384608573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114325928384608573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114325928384608573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114325928384608573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/03/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-114285725481723070</id><published>2006-03-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:48:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/empty_ashtraya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/empty_ashtraya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smoking is bad for health. Everybody knows that, but why are there still so many people smoking? Smoking may seems like destroying you physically, but it really helps to release some stress (only smokers will understand). If only mental destruction can be determined like physical destruction, quitting smoking will be a real mental damage for smokers. I once tried to quit smoking immediately, but feel like was under depression everyday, I guess I should slow down the process. I think by eating too much unhealthy food, it may kill you as fast as what smoking does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I believe that mind over body. A happy and healthy mind will have a happy and healthy body. If smoking can make you mentally happy, why not? Probably another dark side of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Share your thoughts, especially non-smoker out there. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dream like you are going to live forever, and live like you are going to die today.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114285725481723070?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114285725481723070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114285725481723070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114285725481723070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114285725481723070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/03/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-114285633087943721</id><published>2006-03-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:10:09.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/deadflower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/deadflower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most powerful thing in the world is probably &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. What's love? I think it's one of the most difficult word to define. It comes and go, some stays, some changed over time, everyone desire for it, many take it for granted. As true love is unconditional, how many of you can do it? - probably everyone can. Love started unconditionally, but time challenges it. Time is the only prove to true love. Once, I saw a mother playing with her baby in a bus, through her eyes, I saw unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Love using your heart, love the soul, don't be blinded by your eyes. Physical appearance may change through time, but the soul will not.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do we really need love?&lt;/strong&gt; Share your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114285633087943721?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114285633087943721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114285633087943721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114285633087943721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114285633087943721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24375667.post-114285584766319429</id><published>2006-03-20T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:52:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/1600/sunsad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1546/2527/320/sunsad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is darkness? Define darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darkness is a place where there's no light - night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some say that if you lost your eyes, your world will be complete darkness . I only agree half of it, and I will call this "physical darkness". By losing your eyes, you may have to live in a world with light, but by losing the eyes of your heart, it's when you will be completely darkness. Perhaps it should be called "mentally in darkness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that many people today rely too much on their physical eyes that they forget to open the eyes of their heart. If you close your eyes, you are as good as blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sunset may be beautiful, but it's the ending of lights and the coming of darkness'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24375667-114285584766319429?l=darknessneverend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/feeds/114285584766319429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24375667&amp;postID=114285584766319429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114285584766319429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24375667/posts/default/114285584766319429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessneverend.blogspot.com/2006/03/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>我的黑色世界无尽头</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06437986884080687577</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
