tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92168439227798509992024-03-13T09:12:26.041+08:00It's a B DayWallyballylomographic's BlogGoofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.comBlogger235125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-79124156041557475132009-12-28T02:58:00.002+08:002009-12-28T03:00:36.022+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SzeuuGmudWI/AAAAAAAAArI/-a8h614-8NA/s1600-h/180px-Lemon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419992783633937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SzeuuGmudWI/AAAAAAAAArI/-a8h614-8NA/s400/180px-Lemon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Sweet Lemon</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-69510832723335730142009-07-16T19:36:00.004+08:002009-07-16T19:53:15.181+08:00Do something by doing nothing<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/Sl8TAqk6WwI/AAAAAAAAArA/x54JWqs66_Y/s1600-h/rock+on.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359022983744215810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/Sl8TAqk6WwI/AAAAAAAAArA/x54JWqs66_Y/s400/rock+on.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>You can never go back to yesterday and tomorrow might never come.<br /><br />Don't really need to ponder so much...yet can't leave things lying undone.<br />We might never know if tomorrow will be that much better, yet i do not wish to remember yesterday for all the glory days and i don't mind walking alone.<br /><br />Just giving myself a treat like a simple present, will bring.<br /><br />See the invisible,<br /><br />Hear and understand,<br /><br />Touch and feel,<br /><br />Smell the beauty,<br /><br />Taste the plain,<br /><br />Take your time to enjoy every single moment<br /><br />Any better comes tomorrow equals bonus.</strong></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-36067495962830992402009-07-12T05:00:00.002+08:002009-07-12T05:18:01.001+08:00Dance with meIt's about 5 in the morning and i'm just back home from my breakfast.<br /><br />Can't say i'm sleepy but i'm not feeling energetic either. Maybe due to those little waste sheets of paper in life that you just didn't bother to tidy even if you did looked, till it became some stacks of A4 you can use for books publishing, but without the coverpage to start with nor the contents.<br /><br />Everybody likes to be loved, and nobody hates feeling that way.<br /><br />But you do not wish to be cared for in the not-so-right kind of approach when repeated mistakes if not verified, flows like water and taste like mud. There won't be sharing if there's restiction, the video cannot be played if there's copyright even if you think you might be in the right channel, an official declared channel.<br /><br />Pleasing everyone during work, high chances you're not getting the things done. <br /><br />I do not wish to please.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfoIF8zpVCw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfoIF8zpVCw&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-72219947499609786642009-07-02T00:53:00.000+08:002009-07-02T00:54:14.777+08:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Slow Dance<br /><br /><br /><br />This is a poem<br />written by a teenager with cancer.<br /><br /><br /><br />She wants to see how many<br />people get her poem.<br /><br /><br /><br />It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This<br />poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a<br />New York<br />Hospital .<br /><br /><br /><br />It was sent<br />by<br /><br />a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement<br />AFTER THE POEM.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SLOW DANCE<br /><br /><br /><br />Have you ever<br />watched kids<br /><br /><br /><br />On a merry-go-round?<br /><br /><br /><br />Or listened to<br />the rain<br /><br /><br /><br />Slapping on the ground?<br /><br /><br /><br />Ever followed a<br />butterfly ' s erratic flight?<br /><br /><br /><br />Or gazed at the sun into the fading<br />night?<br /><br /><br /><br />You better slow down.<br /><br /><br /><br />Don ' t dance so<br />fast.<br /><br /><br /><br />Time is short.<br /><br /><br /><br />The music won ' t<br />last.<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you run through each day<br /><br /><br /><br />On the<br />fly?<br /><br /><br />When you ask How are you?<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you hear the<br />reply?<br /><br /><br /><br />When the day is done<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you lie in your<br />bed<br /><br /><br /><br />With the next hundred chores<br /><br /><br /><br />Running through<br />your head?<br /><br /><br /><br />You ' d better slow down<br /><br /><br /><br />Don ' t dance so<br />fast.<br /><br /><br /><br />Time is short.<br /><br /><br /><br />The music won ' t<br />last.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ever told your child,<br /><br /><br /><br />We ' ll do it<br />tomorrow?<br /><br /><br /><br />And in your haste,<br /><br /><br /><br />Not see<br />his<br /><br />sorrow?<br /><br /><br /><br />Ever lost touch,<br /><br /><br /><br />Let a good<br />friendship die<br /><br /><br /><br />Cause you never had time<br /><br /><br /><br />To call<br />and say, ' Hi '<br /><br /><br /><br />You ' d better slow down.<br /><br /><br /><br />Don ' t dance<br />so fast.<br /><br /><br /><br />Time is short.<br /><br /><br /><br />The music won ' t<br />last.<br /><br /><br /><br />When you run so fast to get somewhere<br /><br /><br /><br />You<br />miss half the fun of getting there.<br /><br /><br /><br />When you worry and hurry<br />through your day,<br /><br /><br /><br />It is like an unopened<br />gift....<br /><br /><br /><br />Thrown away.<br /><br /><br /><br />Life is not a<br />race.<br /><br /><br />Do take it slower<br /><br /><br /><br />Hear the<br />music<br /><br /><br /><br />Before the song is over.<br /><br /><br /><br />------------<br />--------<br /><br /><br /><br />FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL<br />COUNT.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear All: PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -<br />even to those you don ' t know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon<br />leave this world due to cancer.<br /><br /><br /><br />This young girl has 6 months left<br />to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to<br />live their life to the fullest, since she never will.<br /><br /><br /><br />She ' ll<br />never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a<br />family of her own.<br /><br /><br /><br />By you sending this to as many people as<br />possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name<br />that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name<br />to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know<br />that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It ' s<br />not even your money, just<br />your time!<br /><br /><br /><br />PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dr.<br />Dennis Shields, Professor<br />Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology<br />1300 Morris Park Avenue<br />Bronx , New York<br />10461</span></strong></em></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-78119843774277796542009-07-01T01:24:00.005+08:002009-07-01T01:58:46.021+08:00PS** Inspiration<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SkpSMr_6VnI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zWp2nB21emQ/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SkpSMr_6VnI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zWp2nB21emQ/s400/Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181485005952626" /></a><br /><br />Pretty great for the past 2 days except for some hiccups.<br /><br />And it's only when i notice others then would i understand I'm living better.<br />Often, we tends to grumble about what life brought for us.Only us.<br /><br />I took a cab back home, while on the long journey back. Looking at the open piece of land back then, with some current ongoing constructing of buildings on the exact same spot.Hey... that's profit.<br /><br />Changes and changes are changing rapidly. 24 hours non-stop even if you don't care.<br />That applies to what comes onto our path. It might be a pebble for us to brush aside, a slippery cement floor we tripped or maybe start thinking we're just glad we can walk.<br /><br />Mr Thomas was sharing with me about his life.He's 45 and going strong, and the economic downturn didn't impact him much. It's how much you gave and not how much you want in returns, if you calculate that much.<br /><br />You stopped.<br /><br />He's not bothered about how much losses he made that single day, he calculates for the entire month. With a family to feed, for children's tuition, for father allowances. With about 4k coming in per month, the process is tough he admits yet most of the motivation he gets that keep him going is his family. Nothing can compare to your child greeting you when you reaches home after a long day on the road. He shall works harder every time. He lives a lavish lifestyle and he doesn't regret spending that much too, started a business and failed as well. He doesn't blame or curse, neither does he swear that much. <br /><br />"What will come, will come",he said.<br /><br />I spoke to another driver this morning while on the way to work, he was worrying about his son. Heading to xxx country to continue his MBA in banking. You need to show that you have 70k in your account, and he mentioned currently they are facing issues on that.<br /><br />Pretty late for work today, was physically and emotionally tired.<br /><br />And perhaps a medical certificate can just save me so much more, keep me safe and i might even rest home for that day or two. Yet I'm glad i didn't do though i had that thought pouring in.<br /><br />The two days of information sharing was so fun and i just love the interaction among people, sharing of information and just pure communication.<br /><br />I'm glad i started the conversation.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-29881089231769133422009-06-21T18:55:00.000+08:002009-06-21T18:58:40.508+08:00Used Car Colors vs Personality<br />like car with the color : <br /><br /><strong>WHITE</strong><br /><br />This car color owner love peace, calm and cool life. They are the person that satified easily with everything in their life. Their weakness of put things easily make their life a bit of a pain.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-1561369922405734782009-06-21T18:53:00.000+08:002009-06-21T18:54:15.974+08:00<strong>You were born on 29th of December 1980.<br /><br /> <br />:: Pioneer<br />:: Naturally born as a curious and like to take risk; Enthusiasm.<br />:: Love variety, hate being shackle.<br />:: World is school for them.<br />:: Pay attention on every opportunity for them to learn something for every experience they been through.<br />:: need to observe thing precisely before conclusion being made.<br /><br />Famous people that share your personalities : Chorlotte Bront, Jessica Walter, Vincent Van Gogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller, Mark Hamil.</strong><br /> <br /><em></em>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-43989002989022861762009-06-21T01:21:00.000+08:002009-06-21T01:24:10.650+08:00What's on your mind?<em><em><strong>Hey Dad, every day will be Father's day. Love you, Your son(Sun).</strong></em></em><br /><br /><br />5 minutes ago · Comment · Like.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-37728535117691036952009-06-07T21:58:00.000+08:002009-06-07T21:59:08.479+08:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDiVevVVwG0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDiVevVVwG0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-24562964654764229272009-05-16T22:54:00.003+08:002009-05-16T23:02:54.760+08:00No secrets<div align="center">Hot shower as-long-as you like after a day of conversations.<br />Cold shower as-long-as you like after a day of conversations. </div><div align="center">Between both as-long-as you like.<br /><br />You turn the knob, you control the temperature.<br />It's love at first sight, and it's essential.</div><div align="center">Close your eyes and imagine,</div><div align="center">I've no picture.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You're who you are when you are there.</div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-46466895008299996872009-05-15T22:59:00.003+08:002009-05-15T23:01:10.977+08:00How many time have we really complained about minor issues, getting angry over a piece of device, screaming and shouting over something that we can or may not be able to resolve in that matter of time.<br /><br />Videos like the one below, forwarded by one can inspire many.<br /><br />Including me.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-24539461652417492152009-04-27T00:40:00.002+08:002009-04-27T00:51:56.688+08:00SeedA successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business. Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. "The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED.<br /><br />I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come> > back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO." One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.<br /><br />By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure. Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however... He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow. A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection. Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!<br /><br />When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives. Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!" All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. <br /><br />The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed. "How could he be the new CEO?" the others said. Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!"<br /><br />* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust<br />* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends<br />* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness<br />* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment<br />* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective<br />* If you plant hard work, you will reap success<br />* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation<br /><br />So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.. Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You<br /><br />Are you the young executives trying all methods?<br />Are you jim to many, might seems stupid?<br />Are you the wife that gives the support?<br />Are you the seed in the pot.<br /><br />Are you reading this?Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-17416203742449523942009-04-20T00:53:00.003+08:002009-04-20T01:04:45.585+08:00Concerns of fresh graduates dominate dialogue with Manpower Minister<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SetZnAfodOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6eIa0UEjoGk/s1600-h/phpPKIG7E.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326449510978188514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SetZnAfodOI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6eIa0UEjoGk/s400/phpPKIG7E.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Concerns of fresh graduates dominate dialogue with Manpower Minister</div><br /><div>By Hoe Yeen Nie, Channel NewsAsia Posted: 19 April 2009 2030 hrs </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>SINGAPORE : The issue of how fresh graduates can cope in the current recession dominated a dialogue session between Manpower Minister Gan Kim Yong and the Labour Movement's youth wing, Young NTUC, on Sunday. As the latest batch of graduates receive their degrees later this year, many will no doubt be thinking - "What's next?". </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At a dialogue with the Manpower Minister, the concerns of young Singaporeans were evident. One participant asked: "As a fresh grad, do I really have to accept a blue-collar job? And if so, will it affect my application for PMET position after the crisis?" </div><br /><div>Mr Gan said: "In recruitment, we will always ask, why haven't you been working for the last one year? If the answer is well, there are no jobs available, employers will not believe (this), because there are always jobs available. "The question is, are you willing to do that job? So the employer will think, if in a crisis situation, you are willing to sit at home and do nothing for one year, not doing anything, that means you are not very flexible." Some agreed that job-seekers' attitudes needed changing. Stephan Tan, Healthcare Services Employees' Union, said: "We have been dependent on the government too much, waiting for help." With graduate employment rates set to fall this year, it is no surprise that one question raised at the dialogue was whether degree holders from private universities would have the same job prospects as those from the three public universities in Singapore. In response, Mr Gan said the government is in no position to dictate the hiring preference of companies, and it was up to each institution to market their own graduates. Separately, some union activists highlighted the dilemmas faced by middle-aged retrenched workers, who find themselves matched to jobs they do not want to do, after going for re-skilling. Isaac Lee, Amalgamated Union of Statutory Board Employees (AUSBE), said: "Some of them may be choosy, but some of them, they do need that job, they do need that income, so they are choosy about the income they are getting." Other issues in the two-hour session included tougher action against companies which hire phantom workers and raising pay scales within the early childhood sector. - CNA/ms "</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/423440/1/.html">http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/423440/1/.html</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="left"><strong>For me, it's all about striking a balance between stuffing cash into my wallet and having the job satisfaction. You know what you're looking for, yet flexible enough to accept the current situation. Indeed, at times we are too dependent on the government to come up with solutions. </strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong>The solutions sometimes comes within ourselves. I could have a higher income if i didn't change my job, but I'd love to explore more despite the lower income.If i earn lesser, spent lesser. Also in the process, i've learnt how to manage my cash better than before.</strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong>So my wallet is thinner, yet i'm pretty much still smiling...</strong></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-13460325951019976652009-04-08T21:45:00.002+08:002009-04-08T21:48:48.003+08:00<div align="center"><strong><em>Choose your ingredients at the food market.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Some sliced beef + fire you seen done by chef, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Campbell</span> soup and that makes my dinner.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>S</em></strong><strong><em>ometimes the quality of the process is more worth smiling than the results.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>It all goes well with a glass of red wine(the only left).</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Just so beautiful.</em></strong></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-43049716584119820662009-03-11T17:54:00.003+08:002009-03-11T18:45:16.092+08:00Live to be a better manIt's pretty weird how things can turn out in a matter of time, on a usual day.<br />My dear mum actually slipped and fell while riding her bicycle on a wet morning.<br />Upon impact, she hit the handle bar and the next moment she was sent to the hospital.<br />She had a pair of very swollen eyes, broken nose and her cheek bones fractured due to the impact.<br /><br />Took some urgent leave and accompanied her. She was later transferred to another hospital for operation that took about 4 hours, to remove the fractured pieces of bones, to cut a small portion of her skull to replace those on the cheek. Once healed, we'd have to see if the operation is a success, if not, a second operation.<br /><br />We can all curse and swear, blame the weather or blame the world.<br />We get nothing out of it, seriously. Oh, maybe something like getting a type A personality, higher blood pressure and sore-throat after all the cursing. I just hope my sis can stop grumbling and move on.<br /><br />Some people are strangers we never met, just like Dr Karen Sng and the rest of her department. Yet they and the rest are those that are always there working with selfless devotion. I have not met her before, neither do i have the chance to. I hope my email to the department can convey my best wishes from the deepest of my heart, through digital format right before their eyes.<br /><br />For those who are by my side and for those who cared.<br />The doctors, nurses and all others,<br />Thank you from the deepest of my heart.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-24645201168275920822009-03-01T16:58:00.003+08:002009-03-01T17:19:38.126+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapSxmTO8nI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TV8JX6edRz8/s1600-h/28022009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308146122857837170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapSxmTO8nI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TV8JX6edRz8/s400/28022009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">What you see,feel or react mainly depends on how you wish to capture and separate with.</div><div align="center">At times, you first need to turn around it</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapO9gZUlHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/5f9ZYXLIZoI/s1600-h/25022009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308141929384678514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SapO9gZUlHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/5f9ZYXLIZoI/s400/25022009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-79804814413077507562009-03-01T02:51:00.002+08:002009-03-01T02:56:55.356+08:00Tagging along<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SamIVwx_YpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rw2ve4ALB0g/s1600-h/n707782641_2312051_332360.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307923543286047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SamIVwx_YpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rw2ve4ALB0g/s400/n707782641_2312051_332360.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I was informed i'm actually inside holding a little black box.</div><div align="center">I still do that, but with another type of box through another type of lens.</div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-35497141258089406912009-02-23T00:47:00.002+08:002009-02-23T00:55:19.318+08:00Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaGDPAJ7RAI/AAAAAAAAApw/wyWMwi-pL9A/s1600-h/20022009095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305666129782064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaGDPAJ7RAI/AAAAAAAAApw/wyWMwi-pL9A/s400/20022009095.jpg" border="0" /></a>*** i took this pic recently and i think it suits this story.<br /><br /><br /><div>Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.<br />One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room ' s only window.</div><br /><div><br />The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. </div><br /><div><br />The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.<br />Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.<br />The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.<br />The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance<br />As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.</div><br /><div><br />One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.<br />Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind ' s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.<br />Days, weeks and months passed.</div><br /><div><br />One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. </div><br /><div><br />As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. </div><br /><div><br />Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.<br />It faced a blank wall.</div><br /><div><br />The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. </div><br /><div><br />The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.<br />She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'<br /><br />Epilogue:<br />There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.<br />Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.<br />If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can' t buy. </div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-81587359477285329132009-02-23T00:29:00.003+08:002009-02-23T00:45:43.817+08:00I saw the film once again<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaF-Gxlc0hI/AAAAAAAAApg/N-43QNUHFAg/s1600-h/Hands_ondiamonds_350.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305660490873885202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SaF-Gxlc0hI/AAAAAAAAApg/N-43QNUHFAg/s400/Hands_ondiamonds_350.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Diamonds_(TV_show">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Diamonds_(TV_show</a>)</div><br /><div></div><br />It's very difficult to say where those diamonds on display around us often came from. Usually it will be more of the Cs, Cut,carat,color,clarity and...i think i forgot. It's more about how much, which brand and wow factor for couples because diamonds are forever.<br /><br />Diamonds shouldn't be merge with all these, sadly for some history do speaks.<br /><br />History can remain painful for some that went through and learning path for others.<br />After watching the film, the video gives clearer picture and understanding,<br />sometimes brighter than a diamond.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-623997056892525492009-02-17T01:26:00.003+08:002009-02-17T01:49:06.277+08:00There's a clock in the world you can stop<div align="center"><strong>Indeed true</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>There's a clock in the world you can stop<br />The time on your hand<br />And once you're ready to move on<br />Double-check the date and time setting<br />You better be running after that</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Author~Wayne Yung</strong></div>Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-55755583812481776652009-02-17T00:18:00.006+08:002009-02-17T03:13:32.475+08:00My 2009Everyone has a heart, a heart at any one point of time in many views<br />Might be going at triple speed than you can imagine just like being in a roller coaster ride<br />Everyone stands tall in their own unique stance yet even the strongest might fall<br />The mask above the tears i watch days gone by<br />I've see close friends of mine tumble and fall<br />I fell along the way as well<br />Some stood up and move on hoping no one saw<br />Some stay on the ground and curse like hell<br />Some gave a good laugh and move on<br /><br />i hope you'd be standing tall still<br /><br />Everyone has some pride<br />little or none if you try to hide<br />From the little things you shared<br />To the little things i kept for many of my friends<br />Life gets stronger and extends well like a tree holding it's roots right beneath the soil<br /><br />Sometime i just need to roam around other people to find my own happiness<br />Because i once did compare<br />Compare to those that has nothing left to share<br />Sometimes i read blog posts by others<br />Serve as a kind reminder<br />on how we should treat our life better than to let it rot over time<br /><br />Comb the room for dust and error<br />why not view it as a pleasure<br />Once the dust are settled<br />Task and Task makes more sense and command crisp clear and better<br />Don't bring work home<br />Don't bring don't bring but don't mind some emails<br />It's a good clear of line in life for us to strike a balance<br />which i didn't back then when i thought i knew how to enjoy my work<br /><br />3 minutes management skill takes 3 years of experiences to figure<br />3 minutes of speech might require that precious 3 nights of working late ot<br />Pluck you curse and swear and we know the history with a little bit learning<br />All the kings and queens with all that little known history<br />It's my blog so please don't mind the language,<br />Below in mix<br />English and Chinese<br /><br /><br />"快乐并不是我们可遇不可求的东西,快乐完全取决于你自己的意念。比如你手头有一堆如山的公务,你可以想象成这是你最喜欢的事,压力减轻,情绪高涨自然效率倍增,怨声载道只能让事情向相反方向发展。<br /><br />成功学专家卡耐基说,能接受最坏的情况就能在心理上让你发挥新的能力。人生低潮时你可以转念一想:我都到了低潮了还能坏到哪里去?按发展逻辑,低处就是向高处回转之时,这样的心境一定会很鼓舞士气。这决不是阿Q的精神胜利法,而是事情已经糟糕了,不开心也于事无补,不如转换思路,尽量找乐,为自己打气。<br /><br />尊重自己生活的行为方式,做你真正想做的事,做想做的人,才会达到快乐自在的人生状态,如燕子一样轻盈飞行。"<br /><br />The above was copied from one of my friend's blog.<br />I might not understand the every bit or how to pronounce certain words.<br />But the true meanings are what makes it completely interesting to me.<br /><br />Didn't party hard these days because i find it getting boring, more of like creating excel files and word docs planning for my daily budgets and not to overspend unnecessarily, between the entire duration and hopefully just in time for this coming July for the 14th intake with the first installment, if it goes well at least.<br /><br />2009 is a very uncertain year, bad climate with all the global warming, bad economy. On the papers, on the screen or over the air. I was thinking to myself, if we can change the world overnight and if i think i can't, i go to bed. Throwing back the starfish back to the ocean from the shore doesn't save the planet immediately, yet making that little effort does make a difference. Still remember the good old story.<br /><br />So this will be a good year after all.<br /><br />The year where i need to spend real quality time with my family, enjoying my work and not to mentione doing what i do best but always almost not complete, my studies, some light hobbies and others that might come along the path.<br />With just some proper time-management looking at the pages, it's very possible.<br />It will be quite hectic but just seriously worth doing in a can-do-it approach.<br /><br />Leave the history to library.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-33386662024007962542009-02-16T01:38:00.000+08:002009-02-16T01:52:16.010+08:00Men at work: Land down under<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNT7uZf7lew&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNT7uZf7lew&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Classic. Pure sweetGoofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-13659286759974644772009-02-16T01:22:00.002+08:002009-02-16T01:37:20.405+08:00What if your student did this on a test<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhR95zfXuI/AAAAAAAAApY/BQst5N6l3Cs/s1600-h/image007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhR95zfXuI/AAAAAAAAApY/BQst5N6l3Cs/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303078685159415522" /></a><br /><br /><br />Look at this...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhRhshwGxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/85EynP5vRnc/s1600-h/image006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVDcdpVvDHo/SZhRhshwGxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/85EynP5vRnc/s400/image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303078200559016722" /></a><br /><br /><br />It sure looks funny right now.<br />I must admit i did drew some drawings during my school days back then, creating fonts or drawing on textbooks. Fond memories...wicked.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-62262835058904699152009-02-16T01:09:00.002+08:002009-02-16T01:13:24.891+08:00Interesting mailI WANT MY LIFE WITH U TO BE GLORIOUS EVERY DAY <br /><br />When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and <br />said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. <br />Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. <br />Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know <br />what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. <br /><br />She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, <br />why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away <br />the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we <br />didn't <br />talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what <br />had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory <br />answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. <br />I didn't love her anymore, I just pitied her! <br /><br />With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated <br />that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. <br />She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent <br />ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for <br />her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I <br />had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front <br />of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually <br />a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several <br />weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. <br /><br />The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something <br />at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell <br />asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. <br />When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did <br />not care so I turned over and was asleep again. <br /><br />In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want <br />anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She <br />requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a <br />life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a <br />months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. <br /><br />This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to <br />recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. <br />She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of <br />our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going <br />crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her <br />odd request. <br /><br />I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and <br />thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to <br />face the divorce, she said scornfully. <br /><br />My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was <br />explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we <br />both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy <br />in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. >From the bedroom to <br />the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in <br />my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about <br />the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside <br />the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the <br />office. <br /><br />On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my <br />chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I <br />hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she <br />was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair <br />was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I <br />wondered what I had done to her. <br /><br />On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy <br />returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to <br />me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of <br />intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to <br />carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday work-out made <br />me stronger. <br /><br />She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few <br />dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my <br />dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so <br />thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. <br />Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her <br />heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. <br /><br />Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum <br />out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an <br />essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer <br />and hugged him tightly. <br />I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at <br />this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, <br />through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck <br />softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our <br />wedding day. <br />But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I <br />Held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. <br />I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked <br />intimacy. <br /><br />I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the <br />door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked <br />upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not <br />want the divorce anymore. <br /><br />She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a <br />fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I <br />won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I <br />didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each <br />other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on <br />our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. <br />Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed <br />the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. <br /><br />At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my <br />wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and <br />wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. <br /><br />The small details of your lives are what really matter in a <br />relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in <br />the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive <br />for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be <br />your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that <br />build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! <br /><br />If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you <br />just might save a marriage. <br /><br />- Author unknown - <br /><br />**It won't be here if not for Benard via mail.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216843922779850999.post-64955390850419891932009-02-13T13:29:00.000+08:002009-02-13T15:45:26.112+08:00Cherish food<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSw7uwx3Mrc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSw7uwx3Mrc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Well, i will.Goofushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17630297649778343496noreply@blogger.com0