<?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-2405655530810432371</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:39:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-8005762757354701328</id><published>2008-04-29T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:46:49.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do...</title><content type='html'>There are so many things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much time to do them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does the word 'procastinate' being practised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A map is meant to be followed and a compass helps to guide one out of darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-8005762757354701328?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8005762757354701328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=8005762757354701328' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/8005762757354701328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/8005762757354701328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-6941208373749722710</id><published>2008-04-15T02:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:43:53.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>A rifle is a &lt;a title="Firearm" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firearm"&gt;firearm&lt;/a&gt; designed to be fired from the shoulder, with a barrel that has a helical groove or pattern of grooves ("rifling") cut into the barrel walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Half right.. but totally wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-6941208373749722710?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6941208373749722710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=6941208373749722710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/6941208373749722710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/6941208373749722710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-5991777047637531485</id><published>2008-04-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:44:46.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prior to CI662...</title><content type='html'>What are your goals, dream and philosophy of life???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions that will bug me in a few hours time... Hope to just finish it well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then will be some kids that will utilise my brain juice for another two days before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the orchid takes off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-5991777047637531485?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5991777047637531485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=5991777047637531485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5991777047637531485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5991777047637531485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/prior-to-ci662.html' title='Prior to CI662...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-1373565733498856697</id><published>2008-04-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:25:15.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangular Love...</title><content type='html'>She is now yours in spirit and the bond of friendship as she is mine, and how can I be happier?... you both want something of each other, and I of your both, and I hope in God we shall all be the better for one another, and that this three-fold cord shall never be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-1373565733498856697?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1373565733498856697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=1373565733498856697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/1373565733498856697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/1373565733498856697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/triangular-love.html' title='Triangular Love...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-603711840691075118</id><published>2008-04-08T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:16:56.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>Just think to yourself some time how different are the feelings, how divided the opinions, even among the closest acquaintances; how even the same opinions have quite a different place or intensity in the heads of your friends than in your own; how many hundreds of times there is occasion for misunderstanding or hostile flight. After all that, you will say to yourself: ‘How unsure is the ground on which all our bonds and friendships rest; how near we are to cold downpours or ill weather; how lonely is every man!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty about any relationship is likely to improve it, even if the honest thing to do is not put too much hope in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-603711840691075118?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/603711840691075118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=603711840691075118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/603711840691075118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/603711840691075118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/nietzsche.html' title='Nietzsche'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-7744975115128236898</id><published>2008-04-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:49:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A look at the people around you...</title><content type='html'>Finally everything has ended and time to take a rest, and enjoy a bit of life. Also, to look at what is around at me. Today, I met two persons that gave me quite an insight of time, and what will I be facing in the near future after my varsity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was an average young man, close to his 30. He was recommending me certain products which I found it worthy of purchase, but abit on the expensive side. During the consultation, we chatted on our own life, on what do we want to do and achieve. Many then often, he just wanted to lead a normal life of doing his job well and getting a stable source of income. Promotion to him is not important as he has a family to take care of and hence his solution to their immediate needs was the most important thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next was recruiting people to his company. He is just in his mid 20s but is already a manager. During the interview, it sorted turn to a informal catch up session with an old friend. The whole thing began with, "So is this your first job?". "No", he said. He shed some light on how 'accidental' he got into this job, and fortunately able to make it big to where he is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two persons make me ponder upon whether can we really do things that we really want and like in the future. Or everyone of us are only working blindly and aimlessly just to make ends meet. I got to decide on the university course I got to enter, and this decision depends on interests, passion and ability in its. But is this just a dream or an illusion that we got to follow the norm and not our desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-7744975115128236898?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7744975115128236898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=7744975115128236898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/7744975115128236898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/7744975115128236898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-at-people-around-you.html' title='A look at the people around you...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-6983397569768250959</id><published>2008-02-03T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T07:04:01.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greener Grass</title><content type='html'>We are never satisfied with what we have, constantly seeking something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never appreciate what is around us, constantly hoping to have what we do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view of always focusing on exclusion, rather than inclusion, is the source of unhappiness and lifeless feeling that many experience. When we look at our own life, we will only judge it based on standards and expectations of being like others. We will always see ourselves less inferior to those that have better qualities and aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do we compare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-6983397569768250959?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6983397569768250959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=6983397569768250959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/6983397569768250959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/6983397569768250959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/02/greener-grass.html' title='Greener Grass'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-4674399455571431662</id><published>2008-01-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:22:24.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>I got into the test car. He buckled his seatbeat and waved to instruct me to turn out. When I looked at him, it was a her. Wearing the standard attire that any tester would wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove slowly around the circuit, creeping through the different courses and struggling to park my vehicle. All she did was smile and looked as if she was a normal passenger waiting to get to her destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we exited the centre and into the public road, she started writing something on her clipboard. Small and indistinct writing. After completing the test route, we were back again. As I turned right into the centre, I accidently striked the side kerb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she looked at me, and showed me the paper she was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FAILED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream, but gave me a shock of my life. It just happened the day before I am going to take my TP. What an interesting life I got. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it so happened that the last practical lesson I got before my practical test, the instructor taught me so much that I though I have wasted all my time and money for the rest of the preparation lessons that all said nothing. How to pass like that sia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my instructor passed me the wet tissue, he said "This will be the last wet towel you are going to get from BBDC." When I heard it, the image of me topping up my account and registering for additional lessons just flashed past my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-4674399455571431662?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4674399455571431662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=4674399455571431662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4674399455571431662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4674399455571431662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-4561317256218817875</id><published>2008-01-24T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:27:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-Kun-Gun-Ya</title><content type='html'>Yes, the cousin of Dengue has had hitted our headline. A disease, also propagated by the Aedes Mosquitoes, that has already infected 10 people. No death yet and all are isolated course. Don't worry, it is not air-borne. The symptoms are also similar to that of Dengue hameoharrge fever. I wonder what's next to hit us. SARS, Bird Flu, Mad Cow Disease, Nipah Virus,... Are we waiting for the most lethal pandemic to cause our extinction. Who cares? Don't think will happen in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pandemic, another form has hit us. And this time, globally. The credit crunch. Those that know nuts of finance can suddenly comment, "eh, the don't know what index fell below 3,000 points leh. Die liao, we going into recession." It is amazing how people can follow news without knowing what exactly is happening. Of course we cannot always blame them, if all the pages of the newspaper are on these stuffs, what else can they read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the STI index fell below 3,00o points on Monday. But luckily, it has rallied together with many stocks in Asian countries. And also, many agreed that US is in a recession. Does it have an implication on us, especially CNY is around the corner. In my opinion, not so for those risk-free ventures that do not trust the volatility of the free-market. Returns of their assets are not tied along with the market forces and rollar-coaster rides of stocks. But banks will also not be so generous to provide high interest rate. And for investors, they just cannot liquidate their assest at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these signs, it is natrually that many are not willing to spend during CNY, especially with a sky-high inflation rate. And when spending and consumerism drops, the economy drops together and it is up to somebody to think of rising the confidence level of consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One trend that I realised the newspaper like to use is to lump cases together. For instance, the 5 lorries involved in 2 seaparate accidents along Pionner Road actually drew link to the accident that happened today, This might be a nice WIT project that LTA can do to review the passengers carried by commercial vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another phenomenon noted is many lonely eldery dying without anyone realisation. Imagine dying without anyone knowing and bothering. It is like you never existed. This is very sad for people who have worked half their life for their family, company and their loved ones. With the greying of the population, the number of such incidents is such to increase and it is what town councils and RCs can do to provide and engage these senior citizes. With such growing needs and helps for these senior citizens, the dollar will start to stretch as we progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive-Thru ATM, if you want to try, try the SPC @ Upper ECP. Sounds amazing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who likes to further your education and stand out as a leader, SMU has introduced a one-year acclerated MBA programme, at a cost of slightly less than half a hundred thousands. Seemed like a master will be a norm 20 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of leadership, it ponders me whether it is intrinsic or extrinsic. When some mentioned I am learning leadership skills, it makes me think whether can it be taught or is it a talent. If it is so, does that means some are borne to be workers for the rest of their life and not be able to climb up the social ladder. This sounds scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will see leadership trainings useless such people are borned to be leaders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-4561317256218817875?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4561317256218817875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=4561317256218817875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4561317256218817875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4561317256218817875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/chi-kun-gun-ya.html' title='Chi-Kun-Gun-Ya'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-5973626641009114668</id><published>2008-01-24T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:38:07.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random mind with some random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Don't worry Zi Cheng, will give you a feel of how I felt that night when I meet up with you, as usual at XWM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look at the calendar, I take notice of the date, the month and the day to count the number of days left to weekends. But recently, the year just caught my eyes. The year 2008. Why? I kept asking myself. Yes, I am out of National Service. Yes, I have finished my Secondary and Pre-University educations and awaiting for my 'enlistment' into varsaity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, this is the time when my life is no longer fixed to a pre-arranged route that I must take in order to succeed or able to retire in peace. Though getting a degree is a 'must have' for Singaporeans, but the degree that I am going to get is going to decide (some might agree partially) my career. Can you believe it, I need to choose at the age of 21, what I will be doing for the later 20 to 30 years of life. The dream of getting a nice and decent car, enough money to get a comfortable house and to put up a nice wedding arrangement are going to be based on this small little decision where I choose my university course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing my A Levels, I have thought of entering the &lt;em&gt;decisive force&lt;/em&gt;. But after 2 years of experiencing it, I told myself, that was enough and definately not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought of &lt;em&gt;moulding the future of minds.&lt;/em&gt; Until I just realised that the current batches are ill-disciplined and most of them a hopeless batch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am contemplating of &lt;em&gt;the force for the nation.&lt;/em&gt; After blogging, just see that it looks like a combination of what is above. But is it what I would like to do for half of me breathing. Do not know whether I would like to think and decide about it. Looking at dead corpse, working 12 hours shift, handling stress,.... Maybe I should KIV this till maybe after CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degree ---&gt; Job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough choice? Maybe we should be thinking and deciding it soon, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-5973626641009114668?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5973626641009114668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=5973626641009114668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5973626641009114668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5973626641009114668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-mind-with-some-random-thoughts.html' title='A random mind with some random thoughts'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-9010608116204032724</id><published>2008-01-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:48:47.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>A new year, but definately not a new and good start. Have to settle the stuffs left from last year. The worries, concerns and decisions that have to be made for this year to go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have quite an adventurous day, and also a really eye-opening experience. The morning portion was abit boring, the usual staff works PLUS faciliation. Can you imagine a rankless person helping to assist a faciliation class with seniors that are almost twice your age. But well, things gone to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, it was quite a demoralising and depressing session. The phrase 'you are still working as long as you are with your boss' is totally truth today. Everything from his mouth were organizational replies to public's queries. The more he said, the more I thought that what is the point of getting it. For the money? Will I be happy with the job? Do I want to waste the first four years of my life doing something I cannot and do not like and then move on? These are the questions that I have to face and come to a conclusion soon, before more damage can be done. I do hope that I can really sit down with someone to sort out my thoughts on these and get it done ASAP. --&gt; Highest priority in my to-do list for the year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the day ended at a high point. He brought me to the festival and explained and showed me the operation. To me, it was such a large-scale opearation and the atmosphere was tense. I was totally intimidated by the crowd, and the 'high' emotion that they are experiencing. Thereafter, we walked along the dark streets and saw something that I have not seen in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, I really felt that small portion of the island is definately not Sinagapore. Questions start to pop up in my head. Am I apt for the job? Can I be trained for the job? Hopefully these answers will come to me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-9010608116204032724?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9010608116204032724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=9010608116204032724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/9010608116204032724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/9010608116204032724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-8866134387991072667</id><published>2007-11-24T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:51:16.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Phase of Life...</title><content type='html'>PSLE that determines your streaming into Special, Express &amp;amp; Normal is long over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Level that differentiates you to JC and Poly is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Level that provides you the 'passport' to enter varsity has been obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS that hinders your education has been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This choice in going to which course will be a headache for people, like me, who does not have a single idea of what he will become in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple family, a comfortable house, a nice car and a stable income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every jobs can provide this? And do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government, be it uniformed or teaching? Finance industry? Banking industry? Research works? Where can I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big headache, especially because I do not want to start thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me which route to take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-8866134387991072667?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8866134387991072667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=8866134387991072667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/8866134387991072667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/8866134387991072667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-phase-of-life.html' title='Next Phase of Life...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-176114146437449655</id><published>2007-11-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:29:40.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Recently has been clouded by an aura of sorrow and despair. Many people around me have succumbed to doubting their own abilities. Just thinking, but out of the blue, all these suddenly come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our are furnished with choices and opportunities in life. We are gifted with thoughts and self-conscious. But why aren't we using them? Why some turns to alcoholic, cigarette, drugs to numb their senses to escapre reality. It's because we are not prepared for reality, or simply we do not know reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many said that education in Singapore is sheltering kids from the outside world, the real world. I beg to differ. Decisions have to been made to proceed to the next level of education, who does not choose which universities courses to go to, who does not choose whether to enter JC or poly and who does not choose which subject combinations after their secondary two examinations. All these choices impart on the reality we create ten to twenty years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the choice of stuyding medicine is opened to all. We can choose to be a doctor if we start preparing during secondary school and JC and make it a reality. But why some said they are not provided this choice. It is because they have not prepared for this reality of being a doctor. If preparation was made and this long-term goal was perceived, this reality will not be a big hurdle for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is considered in everyday's life can be used to numb us and distract our focus to pursue this ideal reality that we want. In today's world, we are living in a comfort zone that we do not want to move out from. If from young every decisions you made are from your parents or from 'someone' high up, you will worry when you really decide and turn to people for help and advice. I say, take the challenge and take the risk. It is  your life. Whatever you do, you are responsibile for it and it is your decision that paints your life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of distorted lines with no feelings or a picture of abstract arts? Is only differ whether training and planning are inside this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my perspective, only moving from our comfort zone and add abit of planning, then we can truly move out from sorrow and despair and find the motivation and drive to succeed in life and find a better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-176114146437449655?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/176114146437449655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=176114146437449655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/176114146437449655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/176114146437449655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-3443804397047971048</id><published>2007-10-03T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:01:04.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Life</title><content type='html'>Ok. This post is created in reply to somone horrible life. Let me be clear. My target audience for this post is on those that are interested in knowing my definition of this subject. Those that are not, please fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hopes to have a simple life, it is especially common to hear people hear this phrase out when they are stressed out. Be it during their tests, examinations, presentations and soon for us, ranking results. On the journey towards success and greater height, we question on our roots for these rewards, and doubts our direction on why do we need to take such a tough route when there is a simple one. But what is an ideal 'simple life' and does it really means heaven to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we consider the lifes of farmers to be simple. Yes, they do not need to work commercially. All they need is to farm, rear animals as well as enjoy music and dance with their family. They are sufficient and have their needs met. Is this the life that people considered simple? A life that is 'unstressless'. To some, the answer is yes. That is why some gave up their citizenship and migrated to greener pasture elsewhere. But, in my opinion, one thing they should consider in this proposal is whether do you think you will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the link here? Shouldn't a simple life be a happy life? To me, no. Why? Let me just share my experience as a person that has a relatively simple life, a life of a farmer placed in context of an urbanised built-up. I am self-sufficient in some organisation now. Free food, free lounging, free clothing and freedom of movement and time, only occassional bout of stress. But my life in this organisation is totally cut out from my own personal life, but do not intersect each other if represented in a venn diagram. To me, a self-sufficient life where you no need to worry about your needs is considered a simple life. Like what I have been through for the past one year. But am I happy? Am I happy just making sure that I am still alive to witness the next day? No, one thing that me, having a simple life, does not possess is a goal in life, a purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me one animal that has a simple life, Dodo bird. It does have a simple life on the little island of Mauritius.  They do not need to worry about their food, as seen from the fat and clumsy pictures of these birds. They do not need to worry about predators, and hence do not need to develop any escaping mechanism to aid their evasion from predators. With these simple life they have, they are easily wiped out and now, as we know, they are extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not meant that a simple life will die early. Or farmers being extinct. We, humans, thrive to these days because we never stop improving ourselves. We always trive to be the best. This is the primitive instinct that everyone has: drive to compete and succeed. And this brings back the point on why we are always asking for a simple life while fighting for a good life. It is this cognitive property that drives this contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, does that means that we will never enjoy a simple life. I will not give an absoulte answer. But it can only be enjoyed if you are able to live a life of being stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollar coasters and other entertainment gadgets in Disneyland and theme parks. These places are able to generate revenues because of our inert abilitiy to want to try something exciting. This brings us achievements that we are able to accomplish something. Hence, it is natural that everyone will want to build up a good record of achievements for himself so as to better survive in this urbanised environment. In the midst of doing so, we tend to resist these and solidify it as obstacles. Same principle as Le Chatelier's Principle in Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all need to understand our purpose of achieveing this and a clear goal in mind. No point doing things for the sake of others or going through the motion. With a clear vision of your future life, we can work backward in formulating the techniques and goals you will achieve. With this personal workplan, one will not complain of being stressed out as this serves as a source of motivation that drives you to achive it as it leads to a big goal in life, the ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, an ideal life might meant a life that I done many good deeds, earned alot of money or simply have alot of wives. In the process of doing so, there is bound to be obstacles and challenges. With a strong vision and purpose in life, these obstacles and challenges will not hinder much in your attempt to reach the ultimate scenerio that you envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is imperative that a proper reflection and though of your life to be done. It is never too late to do this as we have control over our life at any point of time. Is a matter of determination and motivation in wanting to achieve this dream that drives us forward. Humans are emotional creatures. We works toward an ideal life and desire for a simple life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-3443804397047971048?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3443804397047971048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=3443804397047971048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/3443804397047971048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/3443804397047971048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/10/simple-life.html' title='A Simple Life'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-5714619210214001728</id><published>2007-09-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:13:49.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flame</title><content type='html'>It has been very long that i have felt it again... as if someone took a racquet and hit it at your face with all his might.. something itchy in you that you felt like doing.. all these confused thoughts in you and questions of the past that haunt you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is this feeling that i must say really SUX!!! make me feel the 'un-me'.. i have been telling myself.. dun be a pussy.. find you... what are you waiting for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is that difficult to find that you that have been lost, forgotton in the past.. the you with self-motivation... the you with drive.. hw can you lost him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone this feeling drives another source of motivation : hatred.. and this powers the engine.. and hopefully one day, the output can be used on a group that deserve what they should.. and what they deserve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-5714619210214001728?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5714619210214001728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=5714619210214001728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5714619210214001728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5714619210214001728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/flame.html' title='Flame'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-3518588378728400091</id><published>2007-09-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:49:18.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Chartered Singaproe Marathon 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rt6zuukx6cI/AAAAAAAAACU/L5owfS65wZM/s1600-h/scmc06_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106716642842372546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rt6zuukx6cI/AAAAAAAAACU/L5owfS65wZM/s320/scmc06_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally have registered this with ZC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The registration fee: $75.00.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex right.. What to do... Coz we signed up late... Or else we would have save $20 bucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hope that this is not my last run and also not the worst run I have ever went through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only can hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 days to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-3518588378728400091?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3518588378728400091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=3518588378728400091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/3518588378728400091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/3518588378728400091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/standard-chartered-singaproe-marathon.html' title='Standard Chartered Singaproe Marathon 07'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rt6zuukx6cI/AAAAAAAAACU/L5owfS65wZM/s72-c/scmc06_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-5314771197793319556</id><published>2007-09-01T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:07:52.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascot of the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RtmNJOkx6bI/AAAAAAAAACM/GeUT7NCSczk/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105266842271869362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RtmNJOkx6bI/AAAAAAAAACM/GeUT7NCSczk/s320/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commend on his hard work and undying effort of entertaining people of all ages and sexes. Well Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept for this Open House is clear and achieved: to connect and to increase awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than informing the public on what they have, they allow them to see, feel and try. Live firing, riding military hardwares and holding onto operational weapons. These are stuffs that you can't try in your everyday live. Best thing is, you can take photos with all these without being charged under SAF GOM of no phototaking of sensitive items and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say well done to the organisers for their efforts and creativity, balancing both feasibility and safety. However, crowd control can be improved in terms of managing long queues and doing something to booths with many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-5314771197793319556?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5314771197793319556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=5314771197793319556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5314771197793319556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5314771197793319556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/mascot-of-house.html' title='Mascot of the House'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RtmNJOkx6bI/AAAAAAAAACM/GeUT7NCSczk/s72-c/DSC00836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-2134982802414679526</id><published>2007-08-31T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:41:56.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally the results for Singapore Bay Run 07 is out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safra.sg/singapore_bay_run.aspx?pageid=1531"&gt;http://www.safra.sg/singapore_bay_run.aspx?pageid=1531&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21km : 2h 02min 34.34s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lau.. didn't know can run so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is I broke my own record and set the standard. The bad thing is, how am I going to maintain or even improve this timing... Die sia.. But this is for the me next year to ponder about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-2134982802414679526?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2134982802414679526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=2134982802414679526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/2134982802414679526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/2134982802414679526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-7281694411870341689</id><published>2007-08-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T03:47:17.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Point...</title><content type='html'>In certain period of your life, you just dread what you are doing and pray that time will fly. But in fact, time crawls and the pace tortures your every moment making you think how sucky your life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after it, you realised that you had overcome something that you thought at that point of time you will not finish it or will not want to do it again. Funny human nature we all possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a marathon, one should divide segment of the period you dread, settling intermediate goal and checkpoint. There's how people used to count their date to ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though 67 days seemed short, time really crawls at this point of time where you hoped that it will just speed up and go all the way down to less than 10 days. But too bad, it just won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the next date I'm looking forward is the 8th Sept where my understudy(ies) will commission and got to see them on 11th Sept. When this date arrives, Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-7281694411870341689?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7281694411870341689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=7281694411870341689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/7281694411870341689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/7281694411870341689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-point.html' title='Check Point...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-2089143754981132581</id><published>2007-08-26T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:33:49.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21.1km Run of your Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;26th Aug... the first and 'virign' time of completing 21.2km...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlimited amount of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not forget this 2hours of run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slope of Benjamin Sheares Bridge... The long and straight East Coast Park.. And the feeling of staring at the 20km placecard which gives you the extra strength to complete the entire run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Stop: 2nd Dec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be deja vu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before there... Will consider a short run.. On 16th Sept...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RtE62-kx6aI/AAAAAAAAACE/unHY80TjeaU/s1600-h/runforhopelandscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102924568972093858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RtE62-kx6aI/AAAAAAAAACE/unHY80TjeaU/s320/runforhopelandscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-2089143754981132581?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2089143754981132581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=2089143754981132581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/2089143754981132581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/2089143754981132581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/211km-run-of-your-life.html' title='21.1km Run of your Life...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RtE62-kx6aI/AAAAAAAAACE/unHY80TjeaU/s72-c/runforhopelandscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-199296852605693624</id><published>2007-08-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:09:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimless...</title><content type='html'>This year seemed different compared to the last 20 yrs of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school, No homeworks, No exam, No timetable, No CCA, No result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also unlike training in the army...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exercise, No training programme, No pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried setting goal... AHM, Diving, SCM, Class 3, Class 2B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no motivation... Not much drive to accomplish them... And no hurry to finish them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find the motivation, discipline and 'seriousness' that I lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-199296852605693624?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/199296852605693624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=199296852605693624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/199296852605693624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/199296852605693624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/aimless.html' title='Aimless...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-5968015932222447459</id><published>2007-08-07T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T07:15:50.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perservance bears fruit?</title><content type='html'>Think most of you know where this comes from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can perservance bears fruit? I do agree that it is able to in certain area like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095958325497151346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rrh7GPVzv3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FWmnHTghRUE/s320/A39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It does required us to perservance all the long, daunting, exhausting training in order for us to make it like what we are at that point of time. When I think back about the training, I doubt I am able to withstand it with the current attitude I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But does the above statement applies for all cases throughout our life? In my opinion, one area which it is unlikely to be true is in relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I questioned on how does relationship develops? Is it based on a few intrinsic and extrinsic factors? Is it based on the time and enivornment? Or before I answer these questions can relationship be judged rationally and logically?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is always these questions that gave people the headache and people wasting time poundering on this matter. That is why parents like to say, "You are still young, don't get involved into relationship, study hard and be useful". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But why do I think this cannot be applied onto relationship? From many couples, relationship starts from a few reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. physically attracted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. presence of 'feeling'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. fate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can perservance changes a person's physical look? Can perservance causes the development of 'feeling' and can perservance causes the forming of fate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only the second point is questionable and the rest are definately no, less you are considering of plastic surgery or being Bruce Almighty and start changing people's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is this 'feeling' that is present in most/majority of couples that cannot be explained rationally or logically and I doubt anyone can defined explictly what it is and how it develops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is why some people felt that this gap gives chance for perservance to be the fuel to start sparks in couples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I strongly believe that it will not bear fruit. My reason is simple. If perservance does make you love a person, do you love him just because you get used to him/her or is it you are rewarding, feeling of guilt, what he/she has done for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either way, if relationship starts, it will not like long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe perservance does bear fruit, as shown in Honour and Passion, where love is 'cultivated' by a mixture of perservance (never give up spirit) and a little of luck and fate. So is it better to just let nature takes it course rather than having a rational mind judging everything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is magical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-5968015932222447459?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5968015932222447459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=5968015932222447459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5968015932222447459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/5968015932222447459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/perservance-bears-fruit.html' title='Perservance bears fruit?'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rrh7GPVzv3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FWmnHTghRUE/s72-c/A39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-3824457042331911255</id><published>2007-08-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:01:06.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrTKw_Vzv2I/AAAAAAAAABs/xqyZnUUZ1Go/s1600-h/img2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094920021448310626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrTKw_Vzv2I/AAAAAAAAABs/xqyZnUUZ1Go/s320/img2536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched this show at Vivo with my gay partner Ponvin... lolz.. everytimes go Vivo always watch with him... somemore same cinema again.. but at least not the front row....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rather nice movie.. I will give it 4 stars as the starting is abit slow and monotonous... But the climax and ending is nice and unexpected... Never though that this could happen... The love story was sweet and most gals will like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that we met the rest for dinner to celebrate ZC and JW Bday.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun know why recently people like to be late.. meet at 7.. waiting time can extent more than half an hour.. why can't everyone just be on time so things can be started promptly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After moving around vivo, we found a place with enough seats at The Mussel Guy... Quite jia lat and expensive ar.. but nvm, at least we spent a 'gd' time down there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz.. People get emo again... Why???? Is it so hard for us to come tgt and hv a peaceful meal?? Are we starting to take each other for granted??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-3824457042331911255?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3824457042331911255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=3824457042331911255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/3824457042331911255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/3824457042331911255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrTKw_Vzv2I/AAAAAAAAABs/xqyZnUUZ1Go/s72-c/img2536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-4632426643358104560</id><published>2007-08-03T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T03:23:00.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>I would like to comment on what I observed that is of great disturbance and concern to the well-being of an individual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      People that likes to push things at the last minutes and &lt;u&gt;expect&lt;/u&gt; it to be done like you are superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     People who seems to help you solve a problem like your team member, but in the end brought you more shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     People that pull you to &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; commitment and then just abandon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.     People that wants you to feel the suffering and mood of his demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     People who likes to talk big and gets NOTHING done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you belongs to anyone of these people, please bother to reflect and think of your life and I believe it is time to do so. Also, help to contribute to make everyone happy or at least not troubles to others. Really appreciate alot if you can at least attempt to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the next point on leadership....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader who can show you what is our objectives and aims (the minimum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader who will support you all the way and help to pick you up when you are down.... (ideal leader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader who will expect the ideal set-up with him going down to the ground and helping out... (as of now, my CO fits this description.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader who will expect the ideal set-up but not go down to the ground, not helping and thinking all of us are super warriors. (F**ked up person who does not deserve the rank and also does not deserve to be up there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-4632426643358104560?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4632426643358104560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=4632426643358104560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4632426643358104560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4632426643358104560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-4669707836872344501</id><published>2007-08-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:33:49.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBtnvVzvyI/AAAAAAAAABM/KNvDe-adFOA/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093691708046294818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBtnvVzvyI/AAAAAAAAABM/KNvDe-adFOA/s320/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Got this today after helping to do sth for SAF...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NS 40 years!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least I'm remembered...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun think this is restricted stuff right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some photos for the day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBuVfVzvzI/AAAAAAAAABU/6rk1e00T7SE/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093692494025310002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBuVfVzvzI/AAAAAAAAABU/6rk1e00T7SE/s320/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nt bad right.. With courtesy from LZ.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBuqvVzv0I/AAAAAAAAABc/xHH6RVdcxpI/s1600-h/678981083l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093692859097530178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBuqvVzv0I/AAAAAAAAABc/xHH6RVdcxpI/s320/678981083l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from WC.. I just love group photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course sth from my cam, although it sux.. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBvFfVzv1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Ivv2Dg_QhaM/s1600-h/224815936l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093693318659030866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBvFfVzv1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Ivv2Dg_QhaM/s320/224815936l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STWC aka emo club.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-4669707836872344501?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4669707836872344501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=4669707836872344501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4669707836872344501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4669707836872344501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-photos.html' title='Random Photos....'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/RrBtnvVzvyI/AAAAAAAAABM/KNvDe-adFOA/s72-c/DSC02731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-1408890663957586727</id><published>2007-07-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:30:00.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One point of view to look at Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This post is written in conjunction with the thoughts and looks from the ZC's way of writing blog post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm so bored, why dun I try to write they way ZC writes his blog in a very chiam way to express his emo thoughts.. So, pls giv me ur comments to see hw i fare with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love??? What is it... Or what are they?? Platonic love; Familial love; In this post, I am targeting love btw partners that we(at my age) commonly see and some might even got the chance to experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't define the love that was a/m coz both parties achieve different goals in the relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let look at Maslow's hierarchy of needs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rq6c3_VzvxI/AAAAAAAAABE/UtWo-y00Erk/s1600-h/800px-Maslow%2527s_hierarchy_of_needs_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093180714312253202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rq6c3_VzvxI/AAAAAAAAABE/UtWo-y00Erk/s320/800px-Maslow%2527s_hierarchy_of_needs_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do you think you achieve in a relationship.. For the males, Esteem? Love/Belonging/ or the basic physiological needs of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What separates friends from very good friends from a couple? Talk more? Able to share more stories? Being happy with that person? Or plainly just able to hold her hand and do something to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is a very negative perspective of seeing the mechanism of a relationship, but can someone tells me what love is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a partner be something called a soulmate to you? What special characterisitics does it possesses that appears different from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the questions above cannot be answered in a logical and rational way because like a common saying, love is never rational. It cannot be explained in a very systematics way and feelings and emotions cannot be controlled and overrulled by laws and rules written and proved by some Great Guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday someone will bring me an answer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is purly for sharing and of personal opinion and in no way intentionally discriminating any specific groups of people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-1408890663957586727?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1408890663957586727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=1408890663957586727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/1408890663957586727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/1408890663957586727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-point-of-view-to-look-at-love.html' title='One point of view to look at Love...'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rq6c3_VzvxI/AAAAAAAAABE/UtWo-y00Erk/s72-c/800px-Maslow%2527s_hierarchy_of_needs_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-6333762421417362997</id><published>2007-07-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:12:57.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blue.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haiz... What a day with the rain.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice weather until the clouds came and not long after, the rain came too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 9.1km.. Damn sian.. must run tomorrow just to keep up with the mileage that I set it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I running so much?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to prepare for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rq3xq_VzvwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8unSn5DKbhI/s1600-h/banner_bayrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092992474485604098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rq3xq_VzvwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8unSn5DKbhI/s320/banner_bayrun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupz... AKA Army Half Marathon, 26th Aug 07, 0530hrs.. See u then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-6333762421417362997?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6333762421417362997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=6333762421417362997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/6333762421417362997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/6333762421417362997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-blue.html' title='Monday Blue.....'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rq3xq_VzvwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8unSn5DKbhI/s72-c/banner_bayrun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-4664222911515936515</id><published>2007-07-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:20:05.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with S.H.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;29 Jul... A date to rmb with S.H.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning just to get into queue and helping Mr. ZC to book his place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisely, the time past quite fast with all the shits that come out from our mouths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it's time to queue and start moving to get closer and closer to what we are queueing for the past four hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily. ZC agreed to take a photo with me up there getting the autograph.. thnx man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will no believed how it feels to shake hand with three of them... WoW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling cannot be unexplained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Wonder when is the next time this can happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the DJ Pei Fen, then is the actress Felicia.. S.H.E is today... Who's next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of Hebe looking at me when signing the album...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rqyv9fVzvtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rldS5zk0Bso/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092638749569040082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rqyv9fVzvtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rldS5zk0Bso/s200/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-4664222911515936515?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4664222911515936515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=4664222911515936515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4664222911515936515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/4664222911515936515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-with-she.html' title='A day with S.H.E.'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CePUoH7EZR4/Rqyv9fVzvtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rldS5zk0Bso/s72-c/DSC02722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405655530810432371.post-7331319470124086418</id><published>2007-07-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:58:59.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A blog for me to voice out my stupid comments and also for me to release my emo feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If the above suits you, pls still tune for me next post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pls kindly press alt F4....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2405655530810432371-7331319470124086418?l=yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7331319470124086418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2405655530810432371&amp;postID=7331319470124086418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/7331319470124086418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2405655530810432371/posts/default/7331319470124086418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yrjs-tomorrow.blogspot.com/2007/07/virgin-post.html' title='Virgin Post'/><author><name>yrjs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
