tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237931162024-02-03T21:49:51.548+11:003POINT8Subscribe to this site to get notification on 3POINT8's latest thought provoking and witty post.3POINT8http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097881518064438926noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23793116.post-81151587430257423042011-03-31T16:55:00.000+11:002011-03-31T16:55:40.379+11:00Much more than Cup NoodlesMany things happened this year. There were inspiring stories, there were unfortunate ones. The one major that has been circulating this time around is the Japan Earthquake Tsunami Incident. On the 11March2011, The fourth largest Earthquake ever measured hit japan off the northern coast of the island. If one blow wasn't enough, came in a 13ft wave tsunami that swept away cars, ships, homes and even family ties. Apparently two blows was not enough, because next came the third strike of radiation leak from a major nuclear plant, biggest nuclear accident since Chernobyl.<br />
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To illustrate how devastating the incident was, Death toll is close to 11,500, number of missing people is close to 16,500 and Financial damange of 235billion. (information correct up to 31March2011)<br />
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Imagine the dire state they are in at thie moment. Cities swept to the ground, shortage of food and supplies, Fear of uncertainty and trauma of loss would be enough to demotivate the country to its knees. It was so bad that even a cup noodle is enough to bring much comfort to survivors. I heard that the nissin cup noodle factory aims to produce more cup noodles during this difficult period to supply the demand from food shortage.<br />
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What happened in Japan could happen in any other country on earth. This cave of darkness bears a ray of light that came in a form of support and aid from hundreds of countries and thousands of organisations. It is an inspiring humane story that made the world realise that no man is an island, not even for a country that is comprised of 3000+ islands.<br />
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Those are the things that lingered in my thought as i walked pass the Japan Tsunami Relief Booth set up by Malaysian Red Crescent on my way to lunch. For those who are unfamiliar with this concept, it is a booth set up to collect relief fund to aid Japan following a series of unfortunate events. <br />
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While having my lonely lunch, I can't help but to think about the people there and the surge of negative feelings that befell them. While i am heartbroken over my recent failed relationship, they are there battling with everyday fear wondering if they can even survive past the day. I guess its not difficult to guess who is having a shittier day. <br />
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So, I figured there are people out there who needs hope more than me. Thinking of their situation, my tens of thousand dollar debt that is chaining my life seem so small and powerless now. So, I decided to donate some fund to them. After all, its a small amount that i could do without. I just hope that this small amount brings much hope to those who needs it. <br />
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I couldn't help it, but i wondered how many cup noodles could they benefit from this small amount. I'd imagine it would be enough to feed three or four family for a day. Its not so much of the feeding that brought a smile, but the hope i believe it will provide. And for the remaining of the day, I smiled once again, an act i've never been able to do sincerely ever since the breakdown of my relationship months ago. <br />
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*Sidenote: While writing this, I found out my keyboard had a stain of water drop. Was it tears? I guess its only manly not admit it was."<br />
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For those who are not familiar, Putrajaya hot air balloon is a yearly event where hot air balloons from all over the world gather in one place to be exhibited to be public, an event photographers would be most interested in. This year marks the third time this event has took place in Malaysia. <br />
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The main attractions would be the hot air balloons. The interesting ones were the upside down balloons, there is the animal zoo hot air balloon, and the most epic of all had to be Darth Vader hot air balloon. When it was getting inflated from the ground, everyone had their cameras looked to the sight of Darth Vader balloon. It was so epic that spectator were humming to the tune of the Darth Vader theme song.<br />
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Other than the balloons, there were other minor attraction, such as clowns, the tall pirate, airplane rides, night fireworks and all. There was also an extreme sport section where booths were set up for people there to experience wall climbing, archery, orbing, biking, paintball and the likes.<br />
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Speaking of extreme sports, I was there throughout Saturday and Sunday to help out for the paintball booth. You see, a bunch of us paintball enthusiast decided to get together and set up a target range for people to shoot some paintball, and at the same time to expose the public all about paintball and the thrill it brings.<br />
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Throughout the 2days, I was tasked with a couple of different roles:<br />
- Front Desk Reception<br />
- Field Marshall <br />
- Marketing / Flyer Distributor<br />
- Equipment Guy<br />
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All in all, It was a successful event, one in which i learn a lot. Here are some photos<br />
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Me: Hi 3POINT8. Its been a long time haven't it?<br />
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<i>3.8: Where have you been? You haven't been blogging for 2 years, you haven't visited for months, and you left without a word.</i><br />
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Me: Yea, sorry about that. I shouldn't have done that. I should have at least bid farewell, shouldn't I?<br />
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<i>3.8: You should. So, what happened?</i><br />
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Me: Short Story, Career. Long story; I've found an area of life that i felt should be established at this time. As a result, most of time has been devoted to my career, including our time together. Besides, the starting of a career really does sap the energy out of someone. There is so much to learn, so much to explore.<br />
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<i>3.8: I see... So, why come back now?</i><br />
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Me: Honestly I don't know. Cruel as it may sound, but I've thought of abandoning you totally, and really, its the logical thing to do considering i may not come back again after today. I mean really! There are so many factors that deter me from visiting you. Bad internet connection, low motivation, no time, no ideas, you name it. <br />
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<i>3.8: Excuses! Those are excuses. If you wanted to pay a visit, you would. So, why come back now? </i><br />
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Me: Why return now? I don't know. Maybe you held so much of my past memories that i felt would be a waste if left just like that. Maybe its because i need a platform to hold my memories, my life, and the perfect candidate is still you.<br />
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<i>3.8: So, I'm just a tool?</i><br />
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Me: .......... In a way, yea.<br />
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<i>3.8: You ungrateful brat!</i><br />
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Me: Sorry. Why not see it this way. You've been dead. Treat this coming as a resurrection point. I'm offering a chance for you to be alive again. Would you like to take that chance?<br />
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<i>3.8: Gee.... I don't know. I felt so used. Whats the point anyway?</i><br />
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Me: You see, writing is still my passion. There is much i want to tell the whole world, but i thought others might judge it as uninteresting, mundane. But you, you never judged my writing. For that, i am grateful. Through you, i can post what I feel like posting. Plus thats what you are good at, thats what you like to do, ain't it?<br />
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<i>3.8: If you put that way......... Thats true.</i><br />
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Me: Then lets work together then. I'll come up with ideas, and you could hold these ideas as an open vault. Interesting in working together again?<br />
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<i>3.8: Sure. After all, there is little i can do to defy you. The only person who can overwrite you are owners of blogger, which you have admit, seldom interfere with small blogs like me. Alrite, Sure. Let's do this!</i><br />
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Me: But this time, i want to do things differently. Its no longer for the public. Let's make this more personal, shall we?<br />
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<i>3.8: Alrite. I trust you. You lead, I'll follow.</i><br />
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*And hence the blog 3POINT8 was reborn with one post. The author misses his blog so much so he could see his blog in his dreams night after night. For a long time, he couldn't confront his own blog fearing he had nothing to write, fearing that he won't be a regular blogger as before. Today he decided to walk closer to his shadow, and found out that a huge shadow do shrink upon confrontation. And so, the author decides to start blogging once again. Today is only one post, It is unsure if the author decides to continue with another posting.<br />
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[Back story sounds nice and all, right? If only this is true to the author's real life relationships.]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Though it wasn't mouthed by the Patch Adams himself, it was nevertheless a quote found in the movie Patch Adams. It was from this quote that I draw strength and inspiration in times of doubt. In a way, the quote was my life jacket. Many times upon the brink of giving up, it was this quote that adds a slight push reminding myself to persevere just abit longer. Often times, all it takes is a slight push to get me through tough times.<br />
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I could very well turn out to be a different person, caged in paralyzing dark dungeon of hopelessness had not for this quote. You could say that my high school life was indebted to this quote if it was capable of seeking payment in return. Sometimes it does make me wonder how much more motivation I could draw from the man himself if this short quote could motivate me this much<br />
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I'd imagine this quote is a mere waterdrop of greatness compared to what Patch Adams has done for the society. Now that i'm a grown up, a simple quote no longer fulfills my hunger for inspiration. Considering all greatness requires inspiration, I shall be on the look out for more. <b>That is why I wish to meet Patch Adams, and 23 other inspiring figure in the <a href="http://www.thegatheringofgreatminds.com/">Gathering of Great Minds</a>. </b>It is now my desire to attend this event.<b> </b><br />
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By the way, if you are wondering, this is the quote that got me through high school:<br />
<i> "You're focusing on the problem. If you focus on the problem, you can't see the solution. Never focus on the problem!"</i><br />
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I feel this post would be incomplete without a real-life quote from the legendary Patch Adams himself.<br />
<i>"In Russia most of the hospitals don't have any pain medicine, they don't have any money. So if you're with kids with cancer, they can have metastases to the bone; which some say is the worst pain a human can experience. So a mother can be in a room with a child who hasn't stopped screaming in five months. ...85% of the time I walk in there as a clown they'll stop screaming."</i><br />
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<hr /><b>Note:</b> This is a contest entry <a href="http://cybermate-dungeon.com/win-passes-to-meet-patch-adams-in-malaysia/">Cybermate's Dungeon</a> to win TWO Season Passes to <a href="http://www.thegatheringofgreatminds.com/">The Gathering Of Great Minds</a> worth RM988 each!<br />
(For this contest, contestant are required to write an entry about The Gathering Of Great Minds and why you are excited to meet Patch Adams in person.)<br />
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After all, how could anyone not love the sensation of a massive cash flowing endlessly into your own bank account, especially when its on a public holiday. Its only unfortunate that it will never happen because for obvious reasons, the lottery workforce doesn't work on public holidays. <br />
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Still, the anticipation of a public holiday is enough to provide me with energy of a thousand chocolate bars. And do you know what is the equivalent of a million chocolate bar? <br />
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<b>A government approved holiday issued </b><b>just for you. </b>Now! That is a worth a million creamy chocolate bars of the highest quality. <br />
Yes, the government issued a holiday for me, for two days, and its well written in this letter. Just this letter makes me want to pay my tax. <br />
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I know i know... I'm the coolest kid in town.<br />
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With FIFA happening right now, the football hype is here YO!<br />
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Let me start of by saying that Football is a funny game, consisting of 22 skilled players, one impartial referee, two eagle eyed referee's assistants and one stupid ball. If you can't fathom the thought of 22 people chasing after one ball, then I doubt you'll understand the idea of 736 players aiming for one Stupid Cup that doesn't even hold water.<br />
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Think Unification! Football unites people. In a football team, players play together for a common goal. In a fan club, fans rally behind their favorite team to provide moral support. It does bring people together, on and off the field.<br />
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You see, I know two office workers who doesn't see eye to eye. They don't even have the courtesy to greet the other, let alone talk to each other. By miracles, I saw them together discussing politely over a problem, which I swear will never ever happen in a hundred lifetime had they not support the same team in FIFA.<br />
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It makes me wonder if people can be united through Football (or any major sport event). It bands friends together, it allows for an epic conversion topic and it is a great way to meeting new people. Not to mention 700 million individuals globally watched the 2006 FIFA World Cup Finals. Plus, it was estimated that 2billlion people watched the 2006 FIFA World cup. Thats 1/3 of the world population.<br />
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You have to admit, that is some serious figure. I'd imagine Sports will give religion some serious competition given how it unites people. The bigger question is: <b>Can Football Unite the World?</b><br />
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My family once had a Proton Satria. Memories of the car is pretty much fond within me as it has accompanied me throughout the year when I was in high school all the way to 2010. What comes next after this paragraph is pretty much a boring recount of my experience with that car.<br />
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I remember the first time I drove the car. It was a Saturday back in 2002 when my dad was sitting next to me trying to get me familiarise with the car. Because it was a manual transmission car and it had a long clutch, the car dies everytime I switch from 'neutral' to 'first gear'. Every junction was a nightmare to me. I had to multi-task like I'm a freaking quad processor chip. I had to be mindful of oncoming traffic, feel the vibration of the engine with one leg on the clutch and the other on the accelerator, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear, and at the same time face humiliation by the loud horn from the car behind and also to tune out my dad's nagging. That's keeping track of 8 things at a time, and believe me, it wasn't easy. Nevertheless it was a great experience.<br />
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Other than the first memories of my first time driving, I also remembered the day when I first drove it alone. It was a Sunday at about 4.45pm driving to school for karate class. The first song that came out from the radio was "Hot in Here" by Nelly. I remembered that moment because it was a freaking hot day. <br />
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I also remember the fear of driving in a storm. That day I was heading home after having to attend <i>International Understanding day </i>hosted by the Interact club of Damansara Utama School. It was the most frightful day in my driving experience. It was a heavy storm that came pouring out of the sudden and visibility was so bad that I could only see 10m ahead (which is about the length of two cars). And it doesn't help that I had to rely on signboards to get back home as I was unfamiliar with the road back. I almost got into an accident that day because of bad visibility. But it was all good.<br />
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I remember being the first among my peers to obtain a driving license back in high school. I was also the second person in my school year privileged enough to drive to school. Too bad, i wasn't a cool kid back then. Else I would have seduced a lot of pretty girls. Nevertheless, I still remembered the many night outings when I'm among the unlucky soul who ain't suppose to get drunk all because I will the one responsible to ferry everyone back home. Hence, the car was well known as the <i>'The Legendary Red Knight' </i>among my peers. <br />
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Such fond memories as I try to relive the wonderful moments with the car. Though it ain't some fancy Ferrari, I sure did have countless great times with that small humble car.<br />
Early April this year, the car has been sold off. <br />
Gone so fast are these nine years. Farewell, <i>Lengendary Red Knight</i>.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The previous blogpost was meant to be the last blogpost. Back then I expect that I wouldn't have the time, energy & creativity to keep up with my blogging needs. Its either i force myself into blogging, or quit totally. Quitting back then seems to be the sanest choice.<br />
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Over time, I was exposed to so many experiences. Experiences I felt compelled to blog about. But for some difficult-to-explain reason, I refrained myself from penning it down in my blog. As time pass by, I grew envious by the blog entries made by avid bloggers. Reading their blogpost reminds me of the excitement I once had when I was a hardcore blogger.<br />
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I've thought about this for the past 4months whether I should pick up blogging again. Today, I've made up my decision to revive this blog. Except this time, I'll hope this blog more personal than ever. I write not for the public audience anymore, I will write for myself. This is so that I'll be able to relive the awesome experience of every blogpost sometime in the future.<br />
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It's good to be back.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Has it ever occurred to you that friends could be a bad thing, crimes are good, Happiness is a negative thing and depression could be a positive thing?<br /><br />Though I'm not good at it, but I'm trying learn to see things in the extremes of both negative and positive. Lets use my previous post as an example. The <a href="http://4-4-4-4.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-birthday-is-my-deathday.html">birthday death post</a>, where I attempt to relate birthday with death.<br /><br />Allow me to point out the positives and negatives in the post:<br />Positives:<br />1) As we age, we grow wiser<br />2) Free Presents<br />3) The highly anticipated 'Make a Wish' moment.<br />4) A human life last generally longer than a material thing<br /><br />Negatives:<br />1) Heavy emphasis on death.<br />2) Birthday wish do not come true after a certain age.<br />3) A material thing generally expire faster than a human life<br /><br />The real reason to that post is to practice my ability to give a a negative event a good image or in this case, a positive event (birthday) a bad image (death). If you take the time to think about this post, you generally have a rough idea on whether you are a positive or a negative person depending whether your main focus was on free gifts or death. If however you did not take the time to think about this, then its natural to think negatively because the main focus of the article was on death.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghk-wnhrO8vMAvrczJYO_8VceHIui1RMQCbyUqDTtHrqzMLv2EbHRXHfDB8oJwgI1SWCgGjfySazamT2eDu5ZmdjQPK3BloYo-VDAs7IPDlGjs86cM4aMr2afTzRaJJ-_F0YkmEQ/s1600-h/42-17664520.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghk-wnhrO8vMAvrczJYO_8VceHIui1RMQCbyUqDTtHrqzMLv2EbHRXHfDB8oJwgI1SWCgGjfySazamT2eDu5ZmdjQPK3BloYo-VDAs7IPDlGjs86cM4aMr2afTzRaJJ-_F0YkmEQ/s400/42-17664520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305800793964661874" border="0" /></a>Anyways I received two extreme comments from an anonymous commenter and curryegg:<br /><br /><u><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anonymous</span>:</u><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I feel sorry for you. Of all the wonderful things in the world, u chose to be oblivious of it and what u have here are all cynical and hardly sarcastic posts.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No wits or watsoever, coz wat i see is tat ur struggling for a special topic and try to spice it up a little to make it look like something special. The way u've done it so far? Being cynical and running into dead-ends every single time, as if tunnel vision is wat u got.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not tat i'm a hater or anything, but seriously dude, u gotta keep ur mind open and view things differently.</span><br /><br /><u><span style="font-weight: bold;">Curryegg</span>:</u><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Good post kif and I can see your 'equation'. You got your points. It is good to remind others that we are getting nearer to our deathbed during each year birthday. It will remind us to appreciate life, people around us and enjoy the remaining days with something beneficial.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As like what you have mentioned, we shall see birthday in another perspective which at the end will give another positive thought. That's what I believe as well.. So, shall I wish you... a Happy Death Day, kif?</span><br /><br /><br /><u>Here are some contradicting points</u><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anonymous:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Tunnel vision is wat u got. U gotta keep your mind open and view things differently.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Curryegg:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">As like what you have mentioned, we shall see birthday in another perspective.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anonymous</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">u chose to be oblivious</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Curryegg:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I can see your 'equation'</span><br /><br />Both are good comments, both have their own valid points. Strange thing is, one comment contradicts with the other. Its like saying: <span style="font-style: italic;">"If white is the opposite of black, then I'm looking at a document with black wordings and white background. <span style="font-weight: bold;">How is it possible that two opposing entities exist in the same environment?</span>"</span><br /><br /><hr /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Top Comment by: SK]<br />quote: "If white is the opposite of black, then I'm looking at a document with black wordings and white background." Interesting, but an actual fact, rather. How would u be able to view a document of white background, bearing white wording?<br />So u see, it is in fact the contrast of two very different things that allow us to differentiate and ultimately, form an opinion which, in ur case, good or bad. Now what makes a good or bad nature of things? Well, take ur document analogy for example. Is that the black wording on a white background that allows u to see the wording itself? Or is that the white background with the words "cut-out" that creates the illusion of the wordings existence?<br />Think of it as the LCD monitor that u r looking at now, u might think that it is actually the black wording itself allows u to see them but in actual fact, it is the white backgroud with the pixels that form words itself being turned off, resulting in a pattern that resembles a black wording on a white background.<br />Points to be taken? Well, lets not be too judgemental. Rather than emphasizing wat is good and wat is bad, which at often times are only but separated by a fine line, focus on the ability to pin-point the difference between any 2 entity at any given time. Practise that hard enough and u will be able to read the white wordings on a white background.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Allow me to explain why:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLQeHr2-PHfzm8hWl8o-DtzLRXvBJmnociHN7qMMxTXZrb5hQf4diiryWoYa9KwF1NrooStTjSYEdJOXrsq6az1oZbSRXmotr82VVZmeFFxA3GnQB7EPR1TPGwMik7PGOs76U2g/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLQeHr2-PHfzm8hWl8o-DtzLRXvBJmnociHN7qMMxTXZrb5hQf4diiryWoYa9KwF1NrooStTjSYEdJOXrsq6az1oZbSRXmotr82VVZmeFFxA3GnQB7EPR1TPGwMik7PGOs76U2g/s400/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304233254094995618" border="0" /></a>Birthday is a celebration of life. And why do we celebrate life? This is simply because there is death. Life is never permanent, but death is. Therefore, birthday is a <span style="font-weight: bold;">celebration of death</span>.<br /><br />As humans, it is our nature to compare. As I look at my most recent birthday cake, I can't help it but to compare it with the previous birthday cake I had. Its the same everytime, I get one additional candle every year, which also means that I am that much closer to <span style="font-weight: bold;">death</span>. Perhaps birthdays are a polite way of saying: <span style="font-style: italic;">'Enjoy your year. This might be your last'</span><br /><br />Which comes to my next point. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Presents </span>- material things that expire faster than your life. Presents are a good way of saying: '<span style="font-style: italic;">Awww..Don't feel so bad. Here, I have a present for you, a brand new Ipod. Look on the bright side, you get to live longer than this Ipod.</span>'<br /><br />Other than the presents, there is this other thing to look forward to. The <span style="font-weight: bold;">'Make a wish' moment</span>, a ritual where the birthday kid gets to make a wish just before they blow out the candles. Legend has it that if you blow out all the candles in one breath, your wish will come true someday in the future. Assuming the legend is true, there is no way you can get your wish as you grow older. When you are at my age, its near impossible to blow out all 20+ candles with one breath. Bad news is, it gets harder next year. If you can't blow out all the candles this year, you can safely assume it'll be the same for the rest of your life. <span style="font-weight: bold;">In short, no birthday wish will come true after a certain age.</span><br /><br />Another point about the 'Make a Wish' moment. You may perceive this as a good thing, but not me. This reminds me of the <span style="font-style: italic;">'Make a Wish' foundation</span>, a foundation for children with life-threatening medical condition. [Birthday kid = kid with life-threatening medical condition. How depressing]<br /><br />All in all, It was a depressing day for me. Good news is, you can help alleviate this depressing moment of mine with gifts and presents. Its always good to receive things that expire faster than me (especially things that are expensive).<br /><br />In conclusion, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Birthdays are yearly death reminders.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Have I changed the way you perceive birthdays?</span><br /><hr /><span style="font-size:85%;">A shoutout to the following Bloggers who wished me on my birthday. Thanks!<br />1) <a href="http://kellaw.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-ask-for-favors-but-know-when-to-stop.html">Kellaw</a> - He wrote a birthday post for me. Check it out.<br />2) <a href="http://curryegg.blogspot.com/">Curryegg</a><br />3) <a href="http://simonseow.blogspot.com/">SimonSeow</a><br />4) <a href="http://mini-bites.blogspot.com/">Gina Yap</a><br />5) <a href="http://heyyoufoundme.blogspot.com/">Cathy Chew</a><br />6) <a href="http://pinksterzisme.blogspot.com/">Pinksterz</a><br />7) <a href="http://black-stilettos.blogspot.com/">Venessa Seraphina Abigail</a><br />8) <a href="http://wheredreamsarebuiltfromdust.blogspot.com/">Lin MeiYi</a><br />9) <a href="http://evelynholic.blogspot.com/">Evelyn Ng</a><br />10) <a href="http://rainingheaven.blogspot.com/">Melissa Wong</a><br />11) <a href="http://royalshortness.blogspot.com/">David Cheong</a><br />12) <a href="http://ruthz.blogspot.com/">Ruth Tan</a><br />13) <a href="http://www.quirkylilprincess.blogspot.com/">Alison Cheong</a><br />14) <a href="http://blue8118.com/">Nathalia Luter</a><br />15) <a href="http://www.keemanxp.com/">Kee Man</a><br />16) <a href="http://www.tasteoftheteenspirit.blogspot.com/">LayPoh</a><br />17) <a href="http://www.purpleindigo.co.cc/">Caffery</a><br />18) <a href="http://strawberry-journey.blogspot.com/">FoonLing</a><br />19) <a href="http://www.chewak.com/">Lisa</a><br />20) <a href="http://theindianticket.blogspot.com/">Janaki Gopikrishna</a><br />21) <a href="http://kruel-legalcat.blogspot.com/">kruel74</a><br />22) <a href="http://ah-mike.blogspot.com/">Ahmike</a><br />23) <a href="http://spicy-irvine.blogspot.com/">Irvine</a><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I wonder how many roses will be plucked from the soil of the earth. Perhaps sometime in the future, environmentalist would name this day as the 'Rose Sacrificial Day'. I'm sure ALL anti-valentine would support to this idea.<br /><br />Today is my big day as well. I never knew preparing 44 Roses and a 3.8carat diamond would be such a hassle. Some may be curious to why I prepared 44roses. Don't get me wrong, I do not work in a flower shop neither am I a certified florist. However I did send a rose to all my ex-girlfriend, to serve as reminder of my once presence. Its not the rose that is symbolic, rather the sharp armour piercing thorns. (If you didn't get the joke, I hope the thorns scrap scar their delicate fingers as how they bled my once loving heart.)<br /><br />But.... But..... The 3.8carat diamond is to my one and only true love. If the diamond has a life of its own, it would have seen my all. My deepest desire, my passion, my persistence, my joy, my pride, my ego, my optimism, my nervousness, my affection, my fear, my shame, my fury, my disappointment, my frustration and my sorrow (in chronological order). And if you read the sequence of emotions again, you would have a rough idea that today is NOT my day. (That is why I'm blogging on a valentine's night instead of having fun.)<br /><br />I had to sacrifice a couple of electronics before I cool down. Now that I've calm down, I start to think back to what went wrong. I've done all I could: Suave restaurant, the best tuxedo, a professional chauffeur, candlelight table, musicians, and even a 3.8 carat diamond. I even tried to contact Frank Martin as the chauffeur and Joshua Bell as the violinist. Still nothing works. Has women become so materialistic that not even a 3.8carat diamond will cut it?<br /><br />As what they always say: '<span style="font-style: italic;">If you can't push, pull</span>'. If being overly romantic is at fault, perhaps I should try the opposite next year. I've heard a great deal about the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Stockholm Syndrome </span>and I should give that a try. Stockholm syndrome is a psychological response sometimes seen in abducted hostages, in which the hostage shows signs of affection to the hostage-taker.<br /><a href="http://www.rape.co.za/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=211&Itemid=57">More Reading on Stockholm Syndrome 1</a><br /><a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20081101222854AAtc2yP">More Reading on Stockholm Syndrome 2</a><br /><br />Come to think about it, this ain't such a bad idea. The next time I'm interested in a new girl, I should really plan well for our next date. Kidnap her, and imprison her for a few weeks until she is emotionally attached to me. Then again, I'm not a rich man. If I do attempt to inflict this Stockholm Syndrome to my next girlfriend, <span style="font-weight: bold;">should I get a gun or should I get a bomb?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWohCEoqFLW1yyhVlh45qZ1HOSIw4KpAe9GEJcXxYf0G_5aE_fWPlLRQQlW41AlXbvFGFofvLrW4kUDPKiWwDO1X2s6PmQRkuOC0EeHTo1yQxaLvqYvpSBVJDuqPPSHu3dH7Nmg/s1600-h/Batman&harlequin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWohCEoqFLW1yyhVlh45qZ1HOSIw4KpAe9GEJcXxYf0G_5aE_fWPlLRQQlW41AlXbvFGFofvLrW4kUDPKiWwDO1X2s6PmQRkuOC0EeHTo1yQxaLvqYvpSBVJDuqPPSHu3dH7Nmg/s400/Batman&harlequin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302683520487100498" border="0" /></a>Back to my usual easy to answer question session:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How did your Valentine Day went?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What would you be doing for your next Valentine Day?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><u>Disclaimer + Note:</u></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />1) This article is a joke. Never attempt to kidnap anyone with a gun or a bomb. (Use both for better success rate!)<br />2) The above statement is another joke.<br />3) Frank Martin is the main character in the movie 'The Transporter'<br />4) Joshua Bell, a world renowned violinist who collected only $32 for playing 3.5million incognito. [<a href="http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/bell.asp">link</a>]<br /></span><br /><hr /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Top Comment by <a href="http://www.quirkylilprincess.blogspot.com/">QuirkyLilPrincess</a>]<br />my valentine's day was spent doing errands with the family.my next valentine's will probably be spent alone again. I give up. If love hurts so much the other 364 days of the year,i don't think 1 day will fix everything.Stockholm syndrome?maybe that will fix me someway somehow.i want a hot kidnapper though.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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