<?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-9054631669809060924</id><updated>2012-01-06T13:46:36.605+11:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='travel'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='fun'/><category term='irony'/><category term='Inspirations'/><category term='piece of my mind'/><title type='text'>Crossroad of Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7464784355868626050</id><published>2012-01-06T13:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:46:36.616+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>2012 - What are you waiting for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBj3y7bI25A/TwZgZnen7xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vTuMG4ZWLXI/s1600/Nat%2BGeo%2Bfacts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBj3y7bI25A/TwZgZnen7xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vTuMG4ZWLXI/s320/Nat%2BGeo%2Bfacts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694344772066995986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7464784355868626050?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7464784355868626050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-what-are-you-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7464784355868626050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7464784355868626050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-what-are-you-waiting-for.html' title='2012 - What are you waiting for?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBj3y7bI25A/TwZgZnen7xI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vTuMG4ZWLXI/s72-c/Nat%2BGeo%2Bfacts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-3943381955059125629</id><published>2011-12-31T00:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:23:49.793+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>As the Rabbit hops away...</title><content type='html'>I could only sigh as 2011 hops away from me. If you were to ask me how did it go, i would think that this quote best describes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s an old joke. Um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ‘em says, ’Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.’ The other one says, ‘Yeah, I know; and such small portions.’ Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life – full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly.” - Alvy Singer - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its pessimistic and sadistic, but that is exactly how my year felt like. I realized that in this world, people would push you around. Chances, opportunities, are taken, not given. I guess i have willed it before, or that i have said it a million times, that i shall be stronger, colder and not pushed around only to fail almost every time, again. I always asked myself what i lacked?  The will, or the courage, or the reason to stand up against an external force, rather than absorbing it or rather tai-chi-ing it around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2012, i wish only for inner strength.I will keep hope, look forward, move on, and never regret! For once, a wise said to others: "You must never give in to despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add a lil humor to this gloomy, emo post, this is a song or chat is something i shall recite for the years to come! Enjoy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S-LltgOtFSg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-3943381955059125629?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3943381955059125629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-rabbit-hops-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3943381955059125629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3943381955059125629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-rabbit-hops-away.html' title='As the Rabbit hops away...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S-LltgOtFSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-4762573367880531696</id><published>2011-12-29T01:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:02:42.275+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d99P6k4O9IQ/TvshYVhnKOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GxkuEqJTlCM/s1600/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d99P6k4O9IQ/TvshYVhnKOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GxkuEqJTlCM/s320/2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691179256091453666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-4762573367880531696?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4762573367880531696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4762573367880531696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4762573367880531696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d99P6k4O9IQ/TvshYVhnKOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GxkuEqJTlCM/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8615973663629748985</id><published>2011-12-24T13:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:57:33.939+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wICO6H1wBjQ/TvU_e1V0fjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z_G07LArOWI/s1600/tumblr_lwntbjWz5N1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wICO6H1wBjQ/TvU_e1V0fjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z_G07LArOWI/s320/tumblr_lwntbjWz5N1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689523503199714866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8615973663629748985?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8615973663629748985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8615973663629748985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8615973663629748985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas !'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wICO6H1wBjQ/TvU_e1V0fjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z_G07LArOWI/s72-c/tumblr_lwntbjWz5N1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7638973870488898118</id><published>2011-12-23T16:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:52:12.507+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of my mind'/><title type='text'>The City of Huge Numbers – Jakarta</title><content type='html'>Well, here am I back in Malaysia, just in time to catch a breath to blog about it finally. In this city of massive population (almost that of whole Malaysia) where most of them are millionaires (in rupees of course), things are more congested and chaotic than I would have imagined. A steep contrast to the slumber land I came back from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn’t like the place one bit. Perhaps I was biased and judgemental as I didn’t really had a fair view of the city, 80% of my trip was business and conference anyway. Besides a shopping mall or 2, I didn’t manage to go to any tourist location spots, which is a shame. Despite its short comings, I had a few insights from this hectic experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I learned that Jakarta is such and inefficient city and that I have a very low tolerance for inefficiency. The traffic jam there is godly. If you think KL jam is terrible, you are just seeing the tip of an iceberg there. A 15 mins journey can easily turn into a 2 hours stuck in a van. Imagine wasting 4 hours of your life daily going to and from work. Having more than 2 business appointments in a day is impossible there. In my short 7 days trip, I can safely say that I have spent no less than pure 24 hours in a vehicle. Ouch to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, if you can drive across the busy streets in Jakarta, you can drive ALMOST anywhere in the world. Nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, money is king. Literally, you can live like a king there if you have the money. Things there are cheap, dirt cheap. And so is labour cost as well. It is an ideal place to set up a factory for its low production cost in the SEA region, but don’t put high hopes in quality or its logistics. It’s trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, people there are really hardworking. I believe in an adverse condition of scarcity and dissatisfactions, people tend to work harder, think harder, and be stronger. They become innovative in means of earning and improvise and adapt to many difficulties. That's why I think that for one to improve and grow, one should always be out of their comfort zone, fighting. Always be hungry! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this trip change my perspective in life in a few aspects. I believe, everyone have as much time on their hand as anyone else. The differential key is how you use the time, and how efficient you make it. Time is liken water to a boat, it can make it rise or fall depending on how you control it. It also gives a glimpse of how different in value each person’s life is worth just across a border. Many preach that all life is equal but it is but a distant dream. You can ‘purchase’ a month of a labourer’s life for a mere rm700 there, and it cost rm1700 in Malaysia and rm4800 in Australia. A mix of currency, economical state, and labour supply makes it happen and this is one of the reasons we call this world unfair. Lastly, I see that the value of things lies not in its price or its currency.  In Jakarta, everything is in thousands and millions, but it’s in fact cheaper than those in Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no camera, no pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to buck up, get a job and enjoy my holiday! Not in that order! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7638973870488898118?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7638973870488898118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/city-of-huge-numbers-jakarta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7638973870488898118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7638973870488898118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/city-of-huge-numbers-jakarta.html' title='The City of Huge Numbers – Jakarta'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-3839155629012516184</id><published>2011-11-23T14:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:53:40.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A cab ride</title><content type='html'>This is a story about an office executive who has an important meeting one day, one that will change the life of his career.  However, that morning, he woke up late and therefore decided to call a cab to the office. Once on the cab, he shouted “Take me to the office using the shortest way! Step on it please!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The executive then started tiding up himself for that meeting before he look out the window and realised the taxi driver is actually taking a further way, not by the highway he knew. He thought to himself, this cab driver must be trying to extort more fees out of me by taking a longer path! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without another word, he started scolding the taxi driver continuously. Cursing and shouting how irresponsible is the driver even knowing he is in hurry and looking down on them and their profession. He scolded and scolded without giving the taxi driver any chance to speak. Just as he was catching his breath, the taxi driver pointed at the right, towards the shorter highway route they supposedly, should have taken. When the executive looked out, the traffic there was congested and vehicles were not even moving on the street. In that instance, the executive realized his mistake and felt so embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a jiffy, they have reached their destination with time to spare. The executive handed him a 50 dollars note and told the driver to keep the change. He also apologized continuously for his rude behaviour before this. The driver then waved and drove away with a smile. The executive felt even more guilty and ashamed of his past actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story brings light to many aspects of our lives. Often we devise conclusion based on incorrect biasness even though we have not get our fact right. But one moral of the story that I found more appropriate on me is the fact that in life, the shortest path may not always be the quickest or best path to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I am faced with many setbacks. I must admit that at times, I felt defeated, lost and useless. Especially in the job-hunting front, i wish i could just reply this to all the rejections i get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53cXtuFCNn4/TsxthKenZsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rsiECPu5w0Y/s1600/235900_700b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53cXtuFCNn4/TsxthKenZsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rsiECPu5w0Y/s320/235900_700b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678033646723229378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is not going how it was planned out to be, and being me, I do plan my every move in my life. This struggle is frustrating in the fact that there is not much I can do to change it. It feels as if I am wasting my time, stuck in both career and life, I am wasting them away and the future feels bleaker every second I wait. Maybe I am one that needs constant challenging work to do and waiting is a far more daunting task than an actually difficult job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I look forward, I know that I have taken the longer path. A path covered with difficulties and trouble ahead. But after reading this story, I can only say that I am both calmed relieved. Every path is difficult and in this life, we may never know how it will turn out in the ‘other’ path, for we can only travel down one path once. And even if I am taking a longer path, it does not mean it takes longer or is worse. It may be a path quicker, smoother and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be certain is that whichever path that lies ahead of me, I will take it, and take it to where I want to go! Besides, worrying about the future never gets you anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qG3eaPPvqZ4/TsxuMaEcpGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fc1XsUX5e-0/s1600/worryingislikearockingchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qG3eaPPvqZ4/TsxuMaEcpGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fc1XsUX5e-0/s320/worryingislikearockingchair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678034389642814562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-3839155629012516184?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3839155629012516184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/cab-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3839155629012516184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3839155629012516184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/cab-ride.html' title='A cab ride'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53cXtuFCNn4/TsxthKenZsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rsiECPu5w0Y/s72-c/235900_700b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7322559137091603548</id><published>2011-10-30T02:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T03:02:24.089+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>The Ladder of Life</title><content type='html'>I believe life must always be forward looking. But as we look back in our past, there are things to gain as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were once a couple who lived on the 80th floor of a building. They went camping one day and came back only to realize that the building is having an electric shortage and the lifts are not working. Although they are carrying a huge backpack, they are sweating all over and needed a shower so they decided that they will take the stair back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they climbed the flight of stairs to the 20th floor, the husband told the wife. “Honey, I can’t take this anymore, it’s too tiring. Why don’t we leave our backpacks at the 20th floor and when the electricity come back, we can take to elevator back down here to retrieve our back pack!”. The wife replied: “You are so smart dear! Let’s do that”. And so, without that excess baggage, they climbed happily up the stairs again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as they reach the 40th floor, they legs began to sore and grew tired. They are only half way there and there were 40 floors of stairs yet to go. They started arguing and blaming each other why didn’t they notice the memo about that electric shortage or blackout. They blamed each other for putting them through so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They argued as they climb and they finally reach the 60th level. At that point, they were exhausted and didn’t even have the energy to argue anymore. They husband then state: “Let’s not argue or quarrel anymore. Why don’t we climb the rest of the stairs in peace and quiet?” The wife agreed and so they continue walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, they reached the 80th floor. The wife then said: “Please quickly open the door, I’m exhausted!” The husband then said: “I thought the key was with you!?” Then they realized that they have left the key in the backpack on the 20th floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say this story is liken to one’s life journey. From our birth to the age of 20, we are always living under the expectation of our parents and teachers, just like carrying the weights of a big backpack. After 20 years old, we will be able to let go of this baggage of responsibility and live with much freedom and happiness for the next 20 years. At 40, we then realize we have so much regrets and resentments. Our lives become unhappy or dissatisfied, and we start to blame the company we are working at, the government, everyone. At 60, we do not have much time left to live. We will then tell ourselves that we should just treasure what we have and live the remaining of our life at peace. At 80, it's the end of our life’s journey. As we look back at our lives, only did we realize that our dreams and passion were left behind at the age of 20, and were never achieved, just like those keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not follow the footsteps of this couple climbing the stairs. I will never let go of my dreams and ensure a life of no regrets. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4E1JNOs_08/TqwjSLzA00I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cFs-AKEgjTg/s1600/thefuture%2Bbelongstothosewhobelieve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4E1JNOs_08/TqwjSLzA00I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cFs-AKEgjTg/s320/thefuture%2Bbelongstothosewhobelieve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668944826263982914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday, that I turned 23. Merely on my verge of leaving the academic baggage, I have to embrace this new found freedom of employment. My dreams are clear to me as before, but its path now blurred by uncertainty and diffident. It is sad that the mere possibility of employment that I once despise is exciting me at this level. My standards is really going low huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost as I may, the will and believe remains that I, will take whatever means necessary, to get there. That is my birthday promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_B61Upmggc4/TqwjSJ9uXtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Q-XVTpY9MT0/s1600/anyonecangiveupbut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_B61Upmggc4/TqwjSJ9uXtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Q-XVTpY9MT0/s320/anyonecangiveupbut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668944825772039890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7322559137091603548?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7322559137091603548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/ladder-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7322559137091603548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7322559137091603548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/ladder-of-life.html' title='The Ladder of Life'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z4E1JNOs_08/TqwjSLzA00I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cFs-AKEgjTg/s72-c/thefuture%2Bbelongstothosewhobelieve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8492637463791579310</id><published>2011-10-25T11:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:27:29.666+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of my mind'/><title type='text'>Inner strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QGY_R1T-xE/TqYCOeSUbQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ql4krpAbMRQ/s1600/courageisnotwithoutfear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QGY_R1T-xE/TqYCOeSUbQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ql4krpAbMRQ/s320/courageisnotwithoutfear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667219628763671810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am looking back at my life, it is one that is full of irony, contradiction, but so far a fulfilling one. People might think that I am a believer of destiny and fate, as my blog name suggest, but those close to me knows better, I am the exact opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I had a rather mature mindset since I was really young. I have realistic dreams, passion, drive, motivation and discipline people my age never really care for. It kind of also explains my social awkwardness and inability to fit-in as I do not find that same kind of interest in people, as I still do now. From that loneliness, I learned to be financially savvy, strong and independent, requiring no support from others and even minimal from my parents. Yet life has a way of surprising you. Weird as I am in many ways, I am blessed to have many true and good friends around that really did not mind my little eccentricities. It shed a little light on how fun it could be with a group of really cool friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought that I have everything planned out. I don’t believe in destiny, but rather everyone shape their own future. Every little effort, every small decision will forever change the course of our future and so determine the now. I always believed if you try hard enough, sacrifice enough, pay a price hefty enough, the impossible will become possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I grow up, the once perfect dreams started to show its weakness. Things never were how they planned out to be, but that did not bother me. What bothers me is how little control we had over what decides our future sometimes. Even if you pay the price, the impossible still lays hanging in the hands of others, not yours. And that, annoys me. Just as I am right now, waiting for a job interview result and nothing I could do about it. Because this is not a contest of effort but compatibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I enjoy the ironies in life, I guess life do enjoy playing irony on me too.  I once learned independence and find joy in living alone, without much social obligations. But life ‘blessed’ me with good friends and happy times that I’ll never forget the rest of my life. And then leave me here alone again, pondering, remembering those happy times as only a memory now. In studies, I worked hard, I worked smart and I achieved above average results for my effort. Life shower me with compliments, appraisals, and expectations I did not ask for and yet test me with such difficult situation of even on moving on and getting a job, and yet, many others have moved on. Life like to give you hope as you are down and continue giving it until you finally embrace it and looking forward to the light at the end of tunnel of misery. And the life takes hope away from you and seal you back into that tunnel of complete darkness. How many more such pranks I can take in my life long journey I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNRiCQZlbg/TqYCOfWxo3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DhDo4J5q0bA/s1600/theresalwayshope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iNRiCQZlbg/TqYCOfWxo3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DhDo4J5q0bA/s320/theresalwayshope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667219629050798962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted as life maybe, and down as I am now, I believe one should never lose hope. Hope not given by others, but one that is genuinely burning inside you. In the darkest of time, hope is something you give yourself, and that is the true meaning of inner strength. And all I need is some inner strength to fight this war. Perhaps, we are all standing in the crossroads of destiny. There are pathways that we can choose in the crossroads and yet each has their destiny in place not within our power to control. That is how I see life as it is. Crossroads and crossroads of destiny weaved into a net of life. And one have to hold inner strength to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAJEbh0XC-Y/TqYBM-iuhTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_fmG8uJD51w/s1600/writting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAJEbh0XC-Y/TqYBM-iuhTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_fmG8uJD51w/s320/writting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667218503551059250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, and this point of the road, how I wish that I could let go of all my strength, and to relive one of those memories that I so treasure. Oh! How much I am willing to give for those moments again. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8492637463791579310?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8492637463791579310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/inner-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8492637463791579310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8492637463791579310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/inner-strength.html' title='Inner strength'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QGY_R1T-xE/TqYCOeSUbQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ql4krpAbMRQ/s72-c/courageisnotwithoutfear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8223323742008510677</id><published>2011-10-13T18:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:35:26.712+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of my mind'/><title type='text'>The Bank Account</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Irony is when people complain about a $16/hour wage rate and yet are willing to spend hours of waiting just to get a $10 discount. Irony is when people are willing to go  10 minutes away to save $2 bucks and that adds up to 12 bucks an hour which is below minimum wage. Irony is when someone spent 200 bucks but yet said they saved a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, money is not all that important. But more often than not, people, and the society view it over-enthusiastically, yet in a very wrong way. Time, by far is a much more valuable commodity sometimes quoted as an equivalence of money, but not treasure as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there is a bank account that credits you account each morning with $86,400. It does not carry forward to the next day. Every evening, the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cents, of course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us had such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes it off as lost, whatever you failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day, it opens a new account for yo. Each night, it burns the remaining of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost health, happiness and success. The clock is running. Make the most of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wrote off too many bad checks, but not anymore, never. If everyone could treat every second like its every dollar, nobody be unproductive or inefficient anymore. And in that sense, everyone is equally wealthy everyday. With this, i have spend 600bucks on this post! Whoever reads this, please appreciate, and PAY UP! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8223323742008510677?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8223323742008510677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/bank-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8223323742008510677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8223323742008510677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/bank-account.html' title='The Bank Account'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-2793244643168047592</id><published>2011-10-09T17:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:32:35.134+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start and a Job-less Apple.</title><content type='html'>They say "live everyday like it's your last". But if so, no one in the world would be working. One should look in the mirror, and ask yourself if this is how one wants to lead his live for entirety. If the answer is no, then something must be done, we, must change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination had gotten hold of me once again! Despite being extremely free, i have again failed to been productive as is keeping this blog updated. Maybe cause there is really nothing much to my life for now. Everything have become so boring to me as i started losing interest in thing. Everyone around me seem to be busy, getting on with their lives, worried, struggling but at least for something meaningful in their lives. While me, being stuck in some vortex of time, unable to move forward. I have been job-hunting for say less than 2 months and still, nothing promising have shown up my path, all seems bleak and lost. I am honored to be showered with advices, that i should not be eager to rush into jobs, hold out for the right position and jobs in my profession just take time to find. Stories or precedents laid before me that others spent much longer unemployment periods than me and some, still trying. Maybe to others it seems easy, to stay back, relax, chill and slowly get a job. But in fact, it's a much greater challenge to me than i were to go through extremely difficult test and stress from studies. This brain of mine rebels at stagnation and needs work. I've been far to unproductive and lazy that even i despite it. I need something new in my life, and i shall start by changing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides me, i guess Apple, the definition of sleek design and gadgets of the 21st century is also, 'Jobless'! Steve Jobs, was a great individual that should be admired and it was a great loss. He was a mere college drop out, sacked from his own firm and yet he achieved many more than any top college graduates could have imagine. Many are inspired by him, thinking that the world has lost yet another legendary figure. However, people should stop mourning over this loss and learn that anyone could be a new legend of their own. The very path we walk now could be one that too lead to great success. He was no so far different from any of us that are then still naive and ignorance. He found his passion and pursued it without hesitation and falter. So can we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMPbRKkYvlM/TpE_0wN2yZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MMsd9o5IcvY/s1600/jobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMPbRKkYvlM/TpE_0wN2yZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MMsd9o5IcvY/s320/jobs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661376382110189970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-2793244643168047592?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2793244643168047592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/fresh-start-and-job-less-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2793244643168047592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2793244643168047592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/fresh-start-and-job-less-apple.html' title='A Fresh Start and a Job-less Apple.'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMPbRKkYvlM/TpE_0wN2yZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MMsd9o5IcvY/s72-c/jobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-3327055550212732868</id><published>2011-09-04T22:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:16:42.489+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSQdonkip1w/TmNr_nrE2lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6w0B10OAXp4/s1600/315888_10150303714119161_723674160_7641760_189506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSQdonkip1w/TmNr_nrE2lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6w0B10OAXp4/s320/315888_10150303714119161_723674160_7641760_189506_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648477098378320466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, in life, that's all that matter. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-3327055550212732868?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3327055550212732868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3327055550212732868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3327055550212732868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-all.html' title='That&apos;s All...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSQdonkip1w/TmNr_nrE2lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6w0B10OAXp4/s72-c/315888_10150303714119161_723674160_7641760_189506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7792403324235809475</id><published>2011-08-03T11:26:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:44:49.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading Dreams or Melding Reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it that dreams are fading away, or reality taking over?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a childhood dream. Me, many. But as we grow, these dream becomes smaller, or shall i say more 'practical'. From a being a superhero saving the world, to hero of your own world saving yourself; From a doctor saving millions of lives, to a doctor making end meets. As we grow physically, our dreams shrinks proportionally. Is that what life is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was this kid, i had no boundaries, no fear. I would believe with all my heart that i could achieve whatever i imagined. I believe so much more in myself. But i lacked the knowledge, the ability then. So i started learning, i started to, grow up. And the more i learn, the more i realize the boundaries, the fears, the limitations of my dreams. Have i really learned? Should i have learned at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say my life is not going as i have planned. Not one bit. But my directions never changed, just my destination, forwarded. Perhaps they are not meant to be, perhaps i need someone out there to remind me that i can still go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmVcLk-WOh4/Tjil_HzcBUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f499gc5-utE/s1600/letgoofplannedlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmVcLk-WOh4/Tjil_HzcBUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f499gc5-utE/s320/letgoofplannedlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636437437499311426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, there's a better life waiting for me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need 2 things. First is courage. Not those of warriors a kings. One that is deep within strong enough to propel me forward and keep me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True courage as they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsq75O_HTfA/TjimigbI4oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DHyYvE0j8no/s1600/couragedoesnotalwaysroar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsq75O_HTfA/TjimigbI4oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DHyYvE0j8no/s320/couragedoesnotalwaysroar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636438045403701890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i need an opportunity, a chance to redeem myself. I know many people believe or believed in me but my flame of faith is flickering in its last breath. I need a chance to prove that this spark can burn with passion once again. Maybe its just timing, and i just need to hang on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;optimistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE2EXwt7Nk/TjinNHrG_wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6A3w4ZoXuGU/s1600/optimism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE2EXwt7Nk/TjinNHrG_wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6A3w4ZoXuGU/s320/optimism.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636438777494175490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7792403324235809475?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7792403324235809475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/fading-dreams-or-melding-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7792403324235809475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7792403324235809475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/08/fading-dreams-or-melding-reality.html' title='Fading Dreams or Melding Reality?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmVcLk-WOh4/Tjil_HzcBUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/f499gc5-utE/s72-c/letgoofplannedlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1866562316451874604</id><published>2011-07-22T00:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:20:27.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines</title><content type='html'>Friends. Enemies. Lovers. Opportunities. Goals. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GRXa9Z7FNk/Tig1OJcQlrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h9lW_lbMb1Q/s1600/lines.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GRXa9Z7FNk/Tig1OJcQlrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h9lW_lbMb1Q/s320/lines.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631809851195692722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all sad thing. But which is sadder? To have each other side by side but never truly be together or to have one glorious meeting and part forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of such decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1866562316451874604?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1866562316451874604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/07/lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1866562316451874604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1866562316451874604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/07/lines.html' title='Lines'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GRXa9Z7FNk/Tig1OJcQlrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h9lW_lbMb1Q/s72-c/lines.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8627818564087698820</id><published>2011-07-11T15:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:42:24.717+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to Act!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Act, is the ultimate cure for failure. It cures hesitation. It repels fear. It creates opportunity. And most of all, it realizes dreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been procrastinating way too much last 2 weeks. After my exams, i really did nothing much productive, besides having fun! And as one by one, my unimates leave for their working lives back where they come from, the activities die down and the subtle reality sets in... I've got to move on with my life. It's sad to see that it seems everyone is moving on with theirs so fine but me, maybe its just this transition period or me over-worrying, i can't help but feel demotivated. But sad things aside, i would like to put an update on every happy memory that occured last week! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i reckon life is more than money. Cause when you die, money will not go with you, nor will they shelter you with comforting words. All you will have left are memories and friends, and loved ones! Oh how cheesy! Anyway, this holiday, i though i would make some more crazy memories, i regret not having done more when i was younger. Besides the array of food, from exclusive japanese buffett to downright burger stands, i have quite a few. And good food always come with a queue, the longer the better! Or maybe its more of a psychological factor! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of firsts too! First time i go to a rockband without even knowing the band =o First time see a whale from meters away =p First time ice skating, on bondi beach ^^, walking in Sydney in the middle of the night ect! Of course, its also filled with lost of liquour, coffee, Imax 3D, cakes, chocolates and crap talks but all in all great fun! Too bad, i have no camera to capture this moments, and so seriously consider getting one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things settle down, i realised how time, really flies when we are having so much fun! Few days later, my results are gonna be out and i've got no more excuses putting off everything i'm suppose to do in action. Getting my TR applications donw, getting a job and well, getting a serious move-on with my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVOu0ZcT1bo/ThqNEiBcLII/AAAAAAAAAG0/RWUSfmg95Os/s1600/3typesofppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVOu0ZcT1bo/ThqNEiBcLII/AAAAAAAAAG0/RWUSfmg95Os/s320/3typesofppl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627965793344695426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make things happen! But more on that later!=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8627818564087698820?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8627818564087698820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-to-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8627818564087698820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8627818564087698820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-to-act.html' title='A time to Act!'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVOu0ZcT1bo/ThqNEiBcLII/AAAAAAAAAG0/RWUSfmg95Os/s72-c/3typesofppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-2308799141135897698</id><published>2011-06-17T13:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:28:50.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devastation</title><content type='html'>I knew she's going to be brutal, and violent. I have braved myself for whatever torture that she could throw at me, gritted my teeth for the utmost painful experience. The she surprise me. She was more deadly and unpredictable than i ever could imagine, liken a dagger slowly piercing your heart, from the back, before you can catch a glimpse, or even a breath of anything around me. The she left. Me unable to speak, or die, the pain, more unbearable than any i have experienced. But, i cannot die now. No, i MUST not die. Not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm devastated. I really could not believe how difficult the paper was. I expected it, it delivered, perfectly. What i hate more, was not the paper, but myself. If only i could spent a little more time on it, concentrate a little more. But i know very well too, no additional amount of preparation before hand will help, they were creative question, testing not only your understanding, but you brilliance is decoding it, and creating a whole new concept. I could never had prepared for that and it also proved, my brilliance, if there ever is some, were over-rated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walked into the exam hall, my mind was blank, literally. It always is my style in exam, because i know myself very well, when i see the question, the formulas, the theories, all of them will pop up in my mind. They did, but it didn't help, and i panicked, and it was over. I am really hating myself now, making so much mistakes that could be avoided, and it will definitely cost me. I pray, i hope, not too much to make me fail. And there is a good chance of failing this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could cry out loud, shout at myself, maybe throw a few hits at myself. But there were no tears in my eyes, nor blood in my veins. I feel just empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the computer at home. The i realize there is really no one there i could talk to. Someone that would understand me. I am alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this in the only place i could pour my heart out. So, this is my life, and im not liking it one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-2308799141135897698?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2308799141135897698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/devastation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2308799141135897698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2308799141135897698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/devastation.html' title='The Devastation'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1706764421144669414</id><published>2011-06-08T20:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:49:37.469+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Solution</title><content type='html'>Perfecion, in my perspective, is simplicity. We are often misled into thinking, finer things always come with that hinge of complexity and sophistication. I somehow believe that making complicated thing simple is the essence of perfectionism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein once said: If you can't explain it simply, you just don't understand it well enough. Enough said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It our lil stroll of life, we often face problems, one more daunting than before, or so it seems at the moment. A bridge, broken in 2, stand between us and our destination. Every superhero-adventure fantasy would first pop into our mind, from flinging ourselves from one end to the other using tree, building rafts or all sort of solutions to it. But it seems, to me at least, we often never, ever though of what is that that actually stands between us. A bridge could be just for an uneven part of road or even a small stream we can easily just walk over. Isn't it funny that people often over complicate matters and jump into complex solutions before thinking about the actual problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil story to illustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-rJr-884OE/Te9TczfXKJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iy_MwhBhRxs/s1600/whatchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-rJr-884OE/Te9TczfXKJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iy_MwhBhRxs/s320/whatchair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615799014677489810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this simplicity at its best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i believe this applies for all questions, even life as it is a whole question itself. What am i living for? What is it that i am fighting for? What am i waking up every morning for? There is really no need to dig deep to actually answer these questions. One just have to clear his/her mind, and the answer presents itself to you light flourecent in a dark cloudless night. And in our busy life chasing what we believe is our dreams, we may lost track, we may lose bearing, we will get lost. But never, ever, lose yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out, take a deep breath, and remind yourself, what are you fighting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1706764421144669414?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1706764421144669414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-solution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1706764421144669414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1706764421144669414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-solution.html' title='Simple Solution'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-rJr-884OE/Te9TczfXKJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iy_MwhBhRxs/s72-c/whatchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8642213770134239315</id><published>2011-06-02T17:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:26:30.958+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The infinite loop of time</title><content type='html'>Exam week! I must first state that my lack of post was not from the fact im lacking in time, which is indeed so, but stem from the fact that I just don’t find the mood to do it. Its not that I have nothing to blog about, on the contrary, I am rather behind to update on the happenings around me but when I finally found time to sit down and write about it, words seems to have evaporated from my fingers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the heavy work load and the non-academia related pressures this semester, when it come to the exam week, the time table seems pretty cleared up. My first paper is only 2 weeks away, leaving plenty of time, relatively of course as I have not have such a luxury of time to study of such Actuarial papers before. Then again, this time around, camping in the uni feels so much more different than it used to be. I used to find the motivation, the fire that drives me there every single day, maybe partly due to the difficulty of the context. But after just a few days of camping there, I felt as if I’ve lost my soul or purpose of being there. Maybe I have gotten used to the difficulty of the paper that I no longer care so much about, or the fact that I have not get any news from my job applications implying that how well I know my stuff in uni don’t really matter in the working world one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more so, I really do believe I’m losing it. Staying alone was harder than it would seem I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the quietness, the freedom and the space to do what I need and have a concentrated mind, but despite all that, I do wish to have a sound, a little crowd, a little fun around that I could get into after a long boring day of revision at uni. I really did lost count of the days at some point living everyday exactly the same with the only significant differentiator everyday is the topic im studying and the dinner I get. It really do felt as though im stuck in a vortex of time going through and infinite loop without even a jump event. Maybe it’s the fact that I really do have nothing to look forward to everyday that makes life so hard going through. Even as I am typing this blog, I am recounting my steps for the past week and how mundane it was. I really wish I could pick something extraordinary in each day to talk about it but it was a much more difficult task that was my subjects. And I am guessing tmr’s going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hope there something awesome that will happen tmr and reignite the flame I’ve lost. I so need a new source of motivation to keep me moving, because what I used to want so much have lost most of its meaning to me now. Is this part of growing up? Or am I just becoming weaker? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv3QdTi_4Ek/Tec7AuuKz_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qTGF8HXpvzU/s1600/ijustwantsomeonetosaveme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv3QdTi_4Ek/Tec7AuuKz_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qTGF8HXpvzU/s320/ijustwantsomeonetosaveme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613520344268328946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in such a mess… Take me away, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8642213770134239315?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8642213770134239315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/infinite-loop-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8642213770134239315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8642213770134239315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/06/infinite-loop-of-time.html' title='The infinite loop of time'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv3QdTi_4Ek/Tec7AuuKz_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qTGF8HXpvzU/s72-c/ijustwantsomeonetosaveme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1108924171564248132</id><published>2011-05-08T19:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:18:49.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Level?</title><content type='html'>Ahh, justice! Some feels the world couldn't have more of it. And some feel that justice is strength above all. But all things aside, i recently come across a funny situation and thought to myself, what is the conceptualization of justice in people hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice no doubt means fairness. Fair in the sense of equality and everyone receiving the same treatment. But how, exactly do we enforce this equality? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just done with my finance quiz and the lecturer asking our opinion on how the quiz went. He was pretty new and in fact first time teaching, so the quiz was rather much like a mess. It was overly long and seeing this, he allowed us to work on the quiz even after time's up (3 hours). But no matter, some rushed to finish within the time limit, not knowing he would extend the time (including me)and then handed in on time. Well, for me, i was just starving and didn't wanna skip dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the complaint that make thing interesting. It is perfectly justifiable for those who went back in 3 hours or less that he didn't kept the 3 hours time limit and even announced that he would not count one of the 5 subjective questions and take the best 4 out of 5. I myself was shocked when told later by my friend as i tried really hard to finish all 5 in 3 hours! However, i was totally dumbfounded when i heard what they complain. They want the lecturer to penalize those who did not complete or used more than the requires. I was like, what the hell right? Why would you want to pull others down to 'level' the playing field instead of bringing yourself up huh? Can't you tell the lecturer to add bonus marks for those who did? And furthermore, it was their choice to hand in the paper, they could have stayed as well no? Talking about fairness! And this relates what i heard from a stand-up comedian-philosopher that talked about modern-day society's distorted view of justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people's thought about being fair is just weird. They are like in a situation of 2 people going to a hawker stall for a stick of fish ball. One person had 4 fish ball on a stick and the other had 5. So the one with 4 complained to the hawker and said "Why does he have 5 fish ball when i have 4?" Then the hawker replied: "Fine, i'll give you another fishball" But the person says "Nooo, i don't want another fishball, i want you to take away one of his fish ball then that's fair!" After he took away the fishball, the person then complained again "Why does he have chilli suace on it and mine does not?" To that the annoyed hawker replied "Okay, i'll give you chilli sauce then." Once again the dude answered "No, i want you to wipe away his chilli sauce, yea, then that's fair!" And after the hawker did that, the guy saw the other person, eating only 4 fish ball now, and even without any chilli sauce but yet still so happy. The dude then yelled :"No way,why is he so happy yet i am not! Thats not fair, i want you to make him sad as well while eating the fish ball"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geddit? People are so pessimistic on what they thinks is fairness, they are screwed up and in seeking to be fair blamed the whole world. When opportunity presents itself to them, they did not make good use of it and spend time blaming how good and better off people are. Is this the world we are living in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The again, life was never made fair. Why then seek justice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4otbT4kuPI/TcZ7y4LMptI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bKq8etIVXAs/s1600/silverspoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4otbT4kuPI/TcZ7y4LMptI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bKq8etIVXAs/s320/silverspoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604302900312188626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All credits of this pic goes to bolehland.com =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1108924171564248132?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1108924171564248132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/05/fair-level.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1108924171564248132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1108924171564248132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/05/fair-level.html' title='Fair Level?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4otbT4kuPI/TcZ7y4LMptI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bKq8etIVXAs/s72-c/silverspoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-6179638177957946472</id><published>2011-04-19T22:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:09:55.599+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitless</title><content type='html'>Bohoo, i have so much assignment that i feel like just not doing some of them, bummer. Especially with group assignments, meetings are so unproductive and due to my higher demands on quality i have to do the job of 3 members, i don't think i can take this much longer....bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i manage (still) to catch the movie limitless as felt the movie was pretty awesome, especially the concept. Without much spoilers, its basically about a pill that give the user the potential of using 100% of their brain, become efficient, organized and resourceful. I guess it portraits the fact that people could not access the 100% potential of their brain capacity and those who can, would abuse it and be at the top of the ladder. What i enjoyed about the movie was that it reflects some of the current ills of the society. People, even with their mere 10/20% brain capacity, never fully utilize them. They are sluggish, comfort at their own zone and reluctant to reach out for the better. I actually do believe that is why we are only be able to access such little capacity of our brain - because we don't even exercise what is given to us in the first place! What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the volley of assignments, and other troubles that i face recently, i did feel really down and lost at times. Especially uncertainties with the future which i have little control over, i really hate them!! I guess after all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evSWa_bCqK8/Ta2JRsJ___I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9zufNYeD1pY/s1600/stepoutforsomefreshairremindwhoyouwantob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evSWa_bCqK8/Ta2JRsJ___I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9zufNYeD1pY/s320/stepoutforsomefreshairremindwhoyouwantob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597280848895279090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this will be my friendly reminder for the week to come, and hopefully, for anyone that feel down, cheer up ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PSJaV9ASt4/Ta2JRXUclVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z2umEOYCmUI/s1600/promiseyourselftobestrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PSJaV9ASt4/Ta2JRXUclVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Z2umEOYCmUI/s320/promiseyourselftobestrong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597280843301950802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i actually do have a lot to blog about but too much on my hands to put up a post properly, but i hope i can do so soon. And to tell the truth, i think my brain needs more capacity, anybody have a limitless pill? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-6179638177957946472?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6179638177957946472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/limitless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6179638177957946472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6179638177957946472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/limitless.html' title='Limitless'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evSWa_bCqK8/Ta2JRsJ___I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9zufNYeD1pY/s72-c/stepoutforsomefreshairremindwhoyouwantob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-665677993574773862</id><published>2011-04-03T09:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:00:39.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason...</title><content type='html'>Here i am, 8.30am on a Sunday, in the Australian School of Business Building.It's practically empty, with light not even turned-on. And i found a my spot, sat down and wondered.... what the heck am i doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, people's been calling me a nerd half my life, and then suddenly i realised, i am becoming one now. Damn... and for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shortsightedly, i'm here for my quiz tmr which i have no clue about its content and i am pretty sure i will not have it until tmr either. But in the bigger picture, i'm really in a lost. WHY AM I HERE...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could very well back in Malaysia, studying a far easier course and scoring it twice as easy. I could be appreciated with my results and get a job in no time, maybe even one with a good positions. I could have my parents taking care of my everyday meal, and chores, even have a car to drive around. I would have friends, that i can talk to, have fun with and even laugh our hearts out. With the contacts i have at home, i have opportunities, to do whatever form of small business i want. And humbly, with my skills, i believe i can make it up the ranks. In essence, i will be in my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, i choose a path less traveled. Here, i study a crazy course, where your results does not seem reflect your talent or your effort, but in the difficulty in which the paper is set. I spent most my time studying, just so that i can walk in the exam hall, not with confidence, but with a little less fear. I need to care for my 3 meals and the numerous daily chores of daily life. I don't have close friends that i can talk my heart out to. I wake up alone and go to sleep just the same. I don't have a job and struggle to find one. I know no contacts, and the currency here is so high that my savings had become trivial. With my skills, i am consider mediocre at best. In essence, i am either crazy, suicidal, or an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing is, people envy me. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why, but the grass is always greener on the other side. I envy them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it glory and fame that i seek? To prove myself better than anyone else back home? Is it wealth and success that i seek, because no one guarantees it, even if i am here.Is it happiness in life that i seek? But it sure seem much joyful back home with my group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside, i knew i made this choice, and i knew i wanted it. Even with a million reasons that says i'm nothing but a fool, i will keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ijtia8-EUE/TZe4ajamHaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qSJPdDIjvsU/s1600/nothingworthwhileisevereasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ijtia8-EUE/TZe4ajamHaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qSJPdDIjvsU/s320/nothingworthwhileisevereasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591140228726660514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the path less traveled, is less glamorous than it seems, and it's not always the most  rewarding one. But i want a change, i want challenge and i want to see how far i can go. I believe everyone is gifted in their own unique way. And i don't want to live in a mediocracy that will bury my potential. I want a path that will squeeze every soul and strength out of me, and keep squeezing. Even if it kills me one day, and left me with nothing but a title of idiocy. It's worth it, because, i would have lived a life, without regret. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3-llN9Gg-k/TZe4azu37uI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4KjVDMg3Ggc/s1600/takeeverychancedropeveryfear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3-llN9Gg-k/TZe4azu37uI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4KjVDMg3Ggc/s320/takeeverychancedropeveryfear.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591140233106681570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my studies =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-665677993574773862?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/665677993574773862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/665677993574773862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/665677993574773862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/04/reason.html' title='The Reason...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ijtia8-EUE/TZe4ajamHaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qSJPdDIjvsU/s72-c/nothingworthwhileisevereasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-5316782257067996454</id><published>2011-03-31T14:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:38:34.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignore the World</title><content type='html'>I really wonder if i am ready for this. And i'm pretty sure i'm now too frustrated and tired that i will regret writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in times of trouble that one really do realize, how cold this world is. That after all, you are really alone. I, am really alone here. Nobody understands what i'm going through, andyet they stand at the sidewalks giving advice and instructions like they knew it all. I hate being strong all the time, i hate being smart all the time, because at times like this, who can i turn to? There is really no one i can really depend on, that can even share some of my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is coming here really the right choice? Is staying here really worth it? I just wish, for once, as i have never wished before, that i can ignore the world, and just do whatever i want. I am, indeed, born with nothing. But why, do i have to bear all this now, even when i know, i'm leaving with nothing as well. Damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz4bSeJpuxE/TZP2L8OMZSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dcAGbbH-xJk/s1600/depressedignoretheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz4bSeJpuxE/TZP2L8OMZSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dcAGbbH-xJk/s320/depressedignoretheworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590082247501571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my up coming Actuarial 5105 quiz,i really dun understand why its got to be this hard. Can't you make a few SIMPLE, SHORT question that people understands and HAVE ENOUGH time to do? Instead of SEVEN IMPOSSIBLE question in one hour so that you will never have time to finish but just so you have SOMETHING to write on the paper. Yes, thank you, and this will be my reply, although, i need to find, more than a 'x'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7h04iBnWPU/TZP24IMATjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D8ehBfXzQ-k/s1600/dearmath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7h04iBnWPU/TZP24IMATjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D8ehBfXzQ-k/s320/dearmath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590083006627860018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i promised myself not to whine this year, and i am regretting this already. I'm too weak afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-5316782257067996454?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5316782257067996454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/ignore-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5316782257067996454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5316782257067996454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/ignore-world.html' title='Ignore the World'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz4bSeJpuxE/TZP2L8OMZSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dcAGbbH-xJk/s72-c/depressedignoretheworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-4879183368665225602</id><published>2011-03-28T10:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:10:05.397+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MATH</title><content type='html'>I guess this is my first blog since i came back to Sydney, that is, a month ago. Been kept up with ample things (still is) but i shall return to my lil diary/blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much going through my mind that i hardly have a good sleep these days. I missed my usual carefree self where nothing can bring my mood down. Conclusion, growing up is no fun! Now i know why grown-up smiles so much lesser and seems so much more unhappy, i think i am getting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have quiz coming soon so i shall focus on my more recent problems rather than thinking about the long term ones. And by the end of this week, a lot would have been settled (i hope) and if not, i'll be stressing for another few more weeks. Really hope my path clears up for me now. Shall not write much today, but will be back for frequent updates! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that does this ought to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUbaYAIi68s/TY_Dj-w9G-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bASu01Lrq_g/s1600/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUbaYAIi68s/TY_Dj-w9G-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bASu01Lrq_g/s320/math.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588900685501242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=p. Funny thing is, the A in math can be 'Awesome' as well! Food for thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-4879183368665225602?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4879183368665225602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4879183368665225602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4879183368665225602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/math.html' title='MATH'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUbaYAIi68s/TY_Dj-w9G-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bASu01Lrq_g/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-5245387119164843664</id><published>2011-02-20T18:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:00:34.313+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Like the sunset, all we could do is watch as the beauty fades into the horizon. Nothing we could do to stop it, only to appreciate it more and capture that window of time in our memories, hopefully for eternity&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Life feels different at every phase. Liken an adventure story from a fairy tale, ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ch chapter brings new conquest, new villains, new challenges and new terrains that our little heroes must overcome to ultimately save the princess. As the pages of my life flips, I would enter into a new chapter once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I officially felt left behind since the last known college mate of mine has moved into the working world too. Everyone is now in the euphoria of money-making and goal achieving. For once in my life, I felt like I’m too slow. Heh! It’s not like I’m not making an effort, but the unconventional methods applied does sort of lack the general consensus to boost confidence. Trading and investment may seem like a sure way, but just after one year of experience, I felt that I have much to learn and investing is really not for everyone. Talent, time, patience and effort are essential to make success from this endeavor and I seriously doubt I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; have all the keys. Yet, if I don’t knock, how would I know if its lock, eh? Time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I’ve been in Australia for 2 years now. Each, a journey of its own. The first was by far the most enjoyable and happiest, but ironically making it the most regrettable. It will remain as a memory I treasure kept in my vault of reminiscence. Life took ironic turns. As I learn to appreciate memories better, my second year was hectic, busy and to a certain extent boring. It was a great sample to my future life in Australia, and I must say I didn’t enjoy it all that much. As the third year approaches, I wonder how it would turn out to be. A roller-coaster ride no doubt, but screams of fear or screams of joy, I can’t tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The last few days, I have been meeting up as many friends as I could for the customary pre-departure catch up. I must say I’ve been very luck to know each and every one of them, which added colors to my black and white pages. I knew I was the anti-social kind with a liking of being alone, yet they show me the warmth of company I will miss in Sydney. I doubt I could be lucky again getting to know such a rowdy bunch there, which cast doubts about my decision to stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib4k0h79Lwg/TWDJtV5d9oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y1-29f3uLQc/s1600/onething.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib4k0h79Lwg/TWDJtV5d9oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y1-29f3uLQc/s320/onething.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575678119494153858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Bah, the mix of feelings in my brains is killing me now. I used to be so stale of emotions. There are so much on my mind now. The fact that I do not see my future self in front of me now disappoints me. Because this proves that a time machines was never built in my life time, for I would have used to come back to this point, and tell myself, if it’s all worth it in the future. I’m so lost… Maybe my friends are right, I should really get a partner I can talk to and share my soul with, but yet, it’s easier said than done =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Lemme tell you a secret....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDzcqLdd1S8/TWDJB7dapmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qqS8D7l9dfY/s1600/ialwaysforfallpeopleicanneverhave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hDzcqLdd1S8/TWDJB7dapmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qqS8D7l9dfY/s320/ialwaysforfallpeopleicanneverhave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575677373662799458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-5245387119164843664?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5245387119164843664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/departure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5245387119164843664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5245387119164843664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/departure.html' title='Departure'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib4k0h79Lwg/TWDJtV5d9oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y1-29f3uLQc/s72-c/onething.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7919022065744546016</id><published>2011-02-14T23:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:46:32.559+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine!</title><content type='html'>This day, usually does not mean much to me, but this year, it kinda feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ysSxxIqKNN0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I remembered each flash as time began to blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned&lt;br /&gt;There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow&lt;br /&gt;And the ground caved in between where we were standing&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny&lt;br /&gt;And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide, across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song! Just hope, like the lyrics i can cross this new divide and to have a reason to be wrong!!! Feeling all lovey-dovey eh? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7919022065744546016?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7919022065744546016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7919022065744546016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7919022065744546016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Valentine!'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ysSxxIqKNN0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-2807988549877209686</id><published>2011-02-10T17:33:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:51:14.238+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If not now, when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I do not wish to learn many skills, know many things, and have many friends. I only need one extraordinary skill, know something very well and have some true friends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New Year is evidently over, with much of the people back to work and busy with their life making success, my life is once again reduced to a boring routine of helping my parents and studying for IELTs. The only luxury that I can have now seems only to have a good book to read and some peace to concentrate on my Hope Fund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my time is almost up here in Malaysia. About 2 weeks or less from now, I’ll be far away again, this time, not knowing when I’ll be back again. I have much to do actually, IELTs exams coming this sat and next mon, making my dental appointment and finishing up my shop list. I guess the next time I set foot here, friends will come in big cars handing me business cards with big titles. This trip, everyone was talking about their dreams and their plans on getting there. Some maybe more secretive than others, but I really don’t see the point of hiding it. However nuisance it is, it is but a dream =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I am a simple guy. I don’t need a job with high positions, just one that pays me what I’m worth. I don’t really need a fancy job, maybe even just an ordinary bank job that gives me more free time to work on my own Hope Fund. I believe investing for myself is much better than helping the bank do it and getting paid just a small share of it. Sadly, making a profit from trading is far tougher than I imagined. I really want to put more effort into it, master the skills and make it work, but so far, the lack of capital has made Hope Fund a standstill. With the ability to grow the fund but not enough money to grow on sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with the money are wasting them on unnecessary or temporal pleasures of luxury. Some stuff them in the bank thinking that they are growing it. Those who have the heart and knowledge to grow or even multiply it are however, does not have the money. Another idiotic phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to sell the funds to friends despite my principle of not wanting to mix friendship and business. But in light of the riskiness of the fund and many really don't save much, i really hate to see friendship turns sour from such a thing. Then again, if one of Warren Buffet's friend trusted him when he's started his fund, the friend could have easily become a billionaire by now. I'm not saying i could but i really wanna share this opportunity with others too and i really want the money. After all, this is my dream =p and i don't want this opportunity to slip through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TVOJ_QMQnRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pCJ9K8xFI7U/s1600/intheendtheregretmostisthechanceswedidnttake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TVOJ_QMQnRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pCJ9K8xFI7U/s320/intheendtheregretmostisthechanceswedidnttake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571948883758587154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's risky, yes, but isn't this the best time to risk it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kctww_V1LS8/TVOJ_NWaZzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T_4Il_4HNeQ/s1600/ifnotnowthenwhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kctww_V1LS8/TVOJ_NWaZzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T_4Il_4HNeQ/s320/ifnotnowthenwhen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571948882995865394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, to someone stalking my blog, you know who you are. I think you are the only one reading this blog. And I really don’t think you know me good enough, haha, I shall sit down and listen on how you analyze me one day =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-2807988549877209686?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2807988549877209686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-not-now-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2807988549877209686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2807988549877209686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-not-now-when.html' title='If not now, when?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TVOJ_QMQnRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pCJ9K8xFI7U/s72-c/intheendtheregretmostisthechanceswedidnttake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-5809772806247017596</id><published>2011-02-01T18:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:40:41.711+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is but a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you live to think about it, the more it seems ironic to you. Well at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don’t understand the true meaning to time value of money.  If money have time value through compounding, it would eventually means that time have monetary value. Wasting time = wasting money, no? It is indeed common mistake to put money away and lose its time value but I really don’t see why people could spend their time away just to save a few bucks. Example? People could spend hours stuck in traffic not forgetting the petrol used to save for a toll of 2 bucks? Enlighten me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZZu-N4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/hqloR-Svnw8/s1600/timewillneverhealitwillonlydeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZZu-N4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/hqloR-Svnw8/s320/timewillneverhealitwillonlydeal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568621111299422082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of sales also fascinates me. I think it can be said to be one of the greatest creation of all time. Really, whoever that invented it deserves a Nobel Price! Can you imagine the fact that it can make people fight through crowds, wait enormously long queue, spend more money and yet appear at the end of the day, happy, even proud and saying “I saved money!” Ahh, the power of sales, incredible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s true, buying in bulk may save in the long run but what amazes me even more is that people would bargain and try to squeeze in every penny from a small purchase, from a shirt to a shoe to some souvenirs but never did it cross their mind to get a better price in large purchase, like securities or their housing. Truly remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also just hit me that life as a whole nowadays is like a paradox. We exist to enjoy or to a lesser extent, survive. In such a monetary idolizing world, money is essential to survival which brings us to working. In working, we stress, we struggle, we crack our brains to get better pay, to get better living conditions. So why to we make our lives hard in the first place just so that in our ultimate goal is to make life simple? This is indeed a paradox harder to solve that any mathematical question. And I guess my life will soon be part of it, however so unwilling I am to be part of it. Which brings me to the point that people also never do things they know are right, and on the contrary, do the otherwise. Weird ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess even I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZRSrKqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P2m_lmKCMck/s1600/sometimeidontknowwhatimdoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZRSrKqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P2m_lmKCMck/s320/sometimeidontknowwhatimdoing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568621109033249442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZAqJC-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/kcLnfAEstqQ/s1600/ifyouwannalivestoplisteningwhatothersayanddowhatyouwant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZAqJC-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/kcLnfAEstqQ/s320/ifyouwannalivestoplisteningwhatothersayanddowhatyouwant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568621104568273890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish everything can be this simple =D Ignoring the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I guess relationship matters are becoming a paradoxical scenario for me. I am no expert, in fact, I’m even far from being a noob. People try so hard to seek for a true love, but when love do come, they are unsure and afraid to grab hold of it. And sometimes, when they finally want to take it, it seems too late and all is already lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, part of loving is letting go. How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3YwnBrMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AJiem5a5URY/s1600/haveyoueverwonderedwhichhurtthemost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3YwnBrMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AJiem5a5URY/s320/haveyoueverwonderedwhichhurtthemost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568621100260240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-5809772806247017596?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5809772806247017596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-but-paradox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5809772806247017596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5809772806247017596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-is-but-paradox.html' title=''/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TUe3ZZu-N4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/hqloR-Svnw8/s72-c/timewillneverhealitwillonlydeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-5395442050864701191</id><published>2011-01-26T00:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:18:00.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounded</title><content type='html'>I just want to be free, is that all too much to ask? I guess my dream of living life just as I want it is going to remain nothing but a dream. I see so many constraints ahead in my life. I feel like a bird in a cage too small for me to even stretch my wings at length. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one day, I will take flight, and really, be who I want to be, who I can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TT7Ncq8WoGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OaTzjgqaoqY/s1600/staypositive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TT7Ncq8WoGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OaTzjgqaoqY/s320/staypositive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566112081923973218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-5395442050864701191?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TT7Ncq8WoGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OaTzjgqaoqY/s72-c/staypositive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1107919156516705235</id><published>2011-01-22T20:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:21:35.834+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rHsx3tFZDOk" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need another story&lt;br /&gt;Something to get off my chest&lt;br /&gt;My life gets kind of boring&lt;br /&gt;Need something that i can confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till all my sleeves are stained red&lt;br /&gt;From all the truth that I've said&lt;br /&gt;Come by it honestly I swear&lt;br /&gt;Thought you saw me wink, no, I've been on the brink, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me what you want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something that were like those years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick of all the insincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't need another perfect lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't care if critics ever jump in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Gonna give all my secrets away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My God, amazing how we got this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like were chasing all those stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's driving shiny big black cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And everyday I see the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the problems we could solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a situation rises&lt;br /&gt;Just write it into an album&lt;br /&gt;Singing straight to cold?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my flow, no, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got no shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got no family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just don't let me disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'ma tell you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets away (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was all that easy, to write out all my secrets like it was a diary, knowing no one would know, but only you. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1107919156516705235?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1107919156516705235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1107919156516705235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1107919156516705235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/secrets.html' title='Secrets...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rHsx3tFZDOk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1159316248636860844</id><published>2011-01-18T19:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:16:18.755+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To build a time machine...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the trouble, giving up all those stuff, and in the end, what do i get? In the end, is it all worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TTVMQsluuVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Sg1TVHAlf64/s1600/icouldjustfastforwardtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TTVMQsluuVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Sg1TVHAlf64/s320/icouldjustfastforwardtime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563436764417145170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1159316248636860844?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1159316248636860844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-build-time-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1159316248636860844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1159316248636860844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-build-time-machine.html' title='To build a time machine...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TTVMQsluuVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Sg1TVHAlf64/s72-c/icouldjustfastforwardtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-761947465567084715</id><published>2011-01-17T19:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:43:31.848+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Remote island or island remoted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by the sense of touch, because everyone can see but only a few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niccolo Machiavelli – The Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I was a little disappointed last week. As my IELTS classes are starting this week, I would be pretty busy studying and finishing up my to-do list and so I thought I should go out with friends while I still could. But I guess everyone’s busy with their own stuff, and I do feel a bit left out. It's not that I didn’t expect it when I first came back, but actually feeling it is another matter. Maybe it’s just me, still living in my own chilling world, but everyone seems to have moved on, working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am confused. When I were still in university/ college, I thought I was way too mature to be thinking about investment, or working, saving up money and preparing oneself for their dreams. I was told to have fun. And have fun I did. Now that I came back and try to have fun, everyone seems to be in the trance state I was a couple of years ago, not that I am no longer in one, but probably in a lesser extent. So, is it me…??? Or Bazinga! I'm sucker-punched? (Sry, recently addicted to Bing Bang theory, it's sooo good!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am just weird. Those outlier in an evenly distributed graph or speck lying outside the galactic rim, lost and strange. Maybe there's a little Asperism in me after all, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, whether i am moving away from the crowd or if the crowd is moving away from me, i will continue to be who i am. If this is how it will go, if this is what it takes so be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TTQBD0ttUKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w74qBfMy_gY/s1600/ilikeweirdthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TTQBD0ttUKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w74qBfMy_gY/s320/ilikeweirdthings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563072604910997666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-761947465567084715?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/761947465567084715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/remote-island-or-island-remoted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/761947465567084715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/761947465567084715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/remote-island-or-island-remoted.html' title='Remote island or island remoted?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TTQBD0ttUKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w74qBfMy_gY/s72-c/ilikeweirdthings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-6428587221794550118</id><published>2011-01-09T19:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:14:43.185+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To do List !</title><content type='html'>I just realized I’m in such a situation. Allow me to demonstrate it, graphically…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TSluOiHYVJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AUPE27bNqHE/s1600/thingstodovstime.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TSluOiHYVJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AUPE27bNqHE/s320/thingstodovstime.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560096410920572050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling exceptionally free last week and this weekend as well since there is nobody to meet up or much to do. So I begin listing stuff I should do before I head back and before I realize it, I’m running out of time. Just a to-do list to remind me before I go back to Sydney;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Registering for IELTS classes and examinations and when these start, I will have daily classes. Man, didn’t expect class to start this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Police Clearance. So much to prepare for it like passport photos and statutory declaration and I have to go all the way to Putrajaya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – Shopping. There was a list of things I need to refill for my Aussie supply. Time to find that list and tick it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – One more subject am pending approval from my university to enroll in. Seriously, they need approval from so many department for me just to enroll in a subject that supposedly beyond my scope. Seriously, isn’t that my problem and shouldn’t you let me worry about it? Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – Renew my driver’s license due to expire soon. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Need to reformat my computer. Its been buggy since I got there and wanna make sure it’s all smooth before I bring it on a bumpy journey of programming again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 – Doing my research for the HOPE fund !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t seems like it’s a lot right. But I have only a month or so to do it, considering Chinese New year in the Middle and a week to pack my stuff back to Aussie land. I guess this will keep me very busy like those around me ^^”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-6428587221794550118?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6428587221794550118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6428587221794550118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6428587221794550118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-do-list.html' title='To do List !'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TSluOiHYVJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AUPE27bNqHE/s72-c/thingstodovstime.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8590198229096576163</id><published>2011-01-06T15:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:20:00.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TSVCemCgeUI/AAAAAAAAADs/er1jukDxNNk/s1600/fakingasmileiseasier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TSVCemCgeUI/AAAAAAAAADs/er1jukDxNNk/s320/fakingasmileiseasier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558922408433318210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really knows the person behind the fake smiles of a clown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder if there is some real greatness born into me? Cause everyone seems have such high expectations of me that I myself doubt I have in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, my dad was lecturing on what great things he expects me to achieve starting with his own. He was a great salesman, an extraordinary one in his time. In his heights, he did so well that it jeopardized his sales team with he own sales volume that his boss had to fired him, much similar to the fate of mortgage legend of Lewis Ranieri with his days in Salomon Brothers, though much smaller in scale. What he expects of me, however, is twice as good as his heights. Ouch…! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even friends thinking highly of me, and expects me to be something/one great in the future. Don’t get me wrong, I am deeply honored but it also places a social pressure on me. Although I personally don’t give a damn about what other people thinks, I do treasure my friends greatly and hold their view with much importance. Sometimes, I try not to care but I do. As such, I try not to screw up as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a great dreamer but I am not greedy. I do too want to achieve great things much to people expectations. But I don’t like the pressure forcefully bestowed upon me. I like to walk my own path, and chase my dreams, achieve them … in my own way. With much hopes from others, I tend to take less risk I normally would and can in my own manner. Yes, maybe by risking it all, I will fail badly in life, but it would not matter then if you didn’t expect anything of me, no? I just don’t want to walk a path because everyone thinks I should, yet under the illuminating light of my close ones, it seems like it’s the only right path to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna chase my dreams, but not with the price of fun or youth. I wanna do it, my way. So can you please let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this song describes me more accurately than any other. I really do feel…Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lIkYqhv7Iv4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8590198229096576163?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8590198229096576163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8590198229096576163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8590198229096576163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/numb.html' title='Numb...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TSVCemCgeUI/AAAAAAAAADs/er1jukDxNNk/s72-c/fakingasmileiseasier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1828162006261982144</id><published>2011-01-01T13:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:56:10.113+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Day 1 for 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't celebrate the countdown for 2011 to much people's surprise, except those who already knew me well enough. I don't understand why! What is the big fuss about being a brand new year if you can't even treasure every brand new day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess it's a social obligation to celebrate and that makes me, socially inept? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on the resolutions. Every year, we made them and break them and again and again. I guess the whole purpose of making them seems more of a routine than a motivational magnet to propel us forward nowadays. Rather than list of stuff that i promise myself to achieve this year, i will in fact make just one resolution, which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TR6fNcqzmnI/AAAAAAAAADc/WpU-ZGswOgc/s1600/beawesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TR6fNcqzmnI/AAAAAAAAADc/WpU-ZGswOgc/s320/beawesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557054043604621938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that. Do we actually need to be anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more focused page, i really would like to concentrate more on my social skills. I do know it's one of my greatest weakness, but hey doesn't that make me who i am? Doesn't changing it makes me being a 'fake' person. Must i really say and pretend to be interested in some conversation even though it is boring as hell just to be fit in? I don't know. Fitting in just isn't my thing i guess, some people are born with it and some people (like me) just have to learn to suck it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know if it's my personality that i am born with or its a childhood brought up thing but my sis and dad sure don't have any problems. I just don't like to be in large crowd of people i hardly know or in crowded places for that matter. And i'm also not the type who would go to you in the first day of school and say "Hi, my name is Arthur, we should be friends!" I am also not the kinda of person who would easily struck up conversation, much less interesting ones. Even with close friends, i usually prefer listening than talking. Tell me what does that make me ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, it doesn't pose itself to me as something of major concern. I am fine very much being alone doing my stuff. Furthermore, i think i am lucky enough to get to know really good friends along the way that are enough (more than enough shall i say) to keep me occupied. How i met them and being part of that social circle is still very much a mystery to me! But now, it seems that it is the cavalry of my war - Essential for my victory. Calling a foreign land home is cool as it sound but people never see the difficulties, well for someone like me. Without the support of family, i think getting a few good friend there is of importance especially in times of trouble and to make the journey more fun. And with my social prowess, i had a hard time and will still have them if effort is not made. Another major concern will be job hunting. It  is to my understanding that employers do not prefer socially inept people especially when they have so much highly talented well rounders to choose from. Enough said right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is easy when we live in mediocre. But what i wanna do is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TR6fNhD4faI/AAAAAAAAADk/bum57TuNiUs/s1600/domorethanexist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TR6fNhD4faI/AAAAAAAAADk/bum57TuNiUs/s320/domorethanexist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557054044783541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life is hard, but who cares! I'd rather be hard than to be dead. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1828162006261982144?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1828162006261982144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1828162006261982144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1828162006261982144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TR6fNcqzmnI/AAAAAAAAADc/WpU-ZGswOgc/s72-c/beawesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7101766294195698274</id><published>2010-12-30T15:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:19:59.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is near!</title><content type='html'>2010 is coming to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year call forth of new things, new thoughts and new resolutions. It is about time to reflect on the year before and try to have a better next year as everyone would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not my usual to see the New Year with such importance and significance. It just appears to me that it’s another day just as important as any other. If one does not see the importance of any other ‘ordinary’ day, I don’t see why they would treasure this day above all else. To me, it’s probably just the last day I would write the date ending with a -10, replaced by -11. Is that worth celebrating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the year of 2011 does bring a great significance and change to my life. If any year is that life-changing and determinant of my future, 2011 will be the year, until of course another comes around. It is also my new found insight of the 2010 that gave me this feel of change or maybe it’s just a hunch of the need to change. Patience, in time, everything will be revealed to us, I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is pretty important to me because of a few major events pending on my life. One would be my nationality status. Depending how my IELTS goes, I would be applying my PR or TR which does really change a lot of things. And then it is my graduation which its significance comes not from the mere ceremony but the representation of me leaving the educational world and making a step into the working world. My first job would be a very detrimental factor to my life so it does really all boil down to 2011. Career, wealth, education and personal development events are all focused on this year, lest the romance part which I am never sure how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given its eventful significance, it (2011) also signifies a new journey for the soul. I realized how many mistakes I made in the past which emerged more clearly to me in 2010 and to my regret, most are permanent. But it’s never too late to stop it right? I found my blog pretty boring as most important occurrence and observations in my life are actually not recorded here, but in my treasure diary. I believe I have to discard one as the other would have no soul in it. I gave much thought to this and I guess keeping a diary is way too old-fashioned, even for me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the few boring people who really still care, I guess this blog will have more personal stuff into it and even times offend many, I will lock some post time to time when I see fit but I think I have nothing to hide. So have a Happy New Year for it will really be a brand new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TRwIQA2OcGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sz1dvWD7TO0/s1600/everythingwillbeokintheend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TRwIQA2OcGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sz1dvWD7TO0/s320/everythingwillbeokintheend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556325111466717282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7101766294195698274?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7101766294195698274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7101766294195698274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7101766294195698274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-is-near.html' title='The End is near!'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TRwIQA2OcGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Sz1dvWD7TO0/s72-c/everythingwillbeokintheend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-4922976395062803973</id><published>2010-12-16T13:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:27:05.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder where you ...are?</title><content type='html'>Of to china tonight, and the weather(temp) just dropped drastically and its now -1 degrees !! Im gonna freeze to death if it snow cause i'm so not prepared for this kinda weather. Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post before i leave for my 2 week vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i'm back, and i feel worlds apart. Liken the earth to the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Earth, the humans have so many stories to tell, so much to say so interested in the shinning star, elegant and beautiful in their eyes.They wanted to know everything about the distant star they admired from eons ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally get near, they realized that the star is but a sun in a different galaxy, melting the earth away if they get closer. All the thought and words, hope and desires were burnt away, like rocks sucked into a black hole, never to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then they realized, we were from different galaxies. Maybe the earth is the one drifting apart, into the a different space, yet it though it could fit in just like any planet. As the sun of the universe, there were planets surrounding it. The earth could get no closer, only to feel the sunlight and warm breeze a far. It will be a fool's dream to get close enough to the sun, landing on it is practically impossible. Humans should've known earlier. No, they knew it all along, ages ago. But yet, they have this tiny glimmer of hope, never letting go of it, thinking of the impossible. That one day, they have the courage and power to land on the sun and get to know it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the dream is merely drifting further away. The humans should have know, they could only land on the moon, and therefore should find one to land on. Not a star, not a sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an emo post! Hopefully i cheer up after the vac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-4922976395062803973?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4922976395062803973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/12/twinkle-twinkle-little-star-how-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4922976395062803973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4922976395062803973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/12/twinkle-twinkle-little-star-how-i.html' title='Twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder where you ...are?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-3614246724685581026</id><published>2010-12-07T18:40:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:17:32.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can anything be the same, after enduring the winds of change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some my old class and college mates recently and found that so much have changed, with them and maybe me as well. I wonder if going into the working world really changes someone? Does the stress, the responsibilities and the burden makes one more mature? Does they make one more realistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i have not grown in the past year, living in some idealistic world of mine. But i still believe in all those dream i speak of when i was then young, don't think i will ever lose faith in them. Maybe they would now all think that i am being naive, but i thought we all once thought it is achievable. What changed? Have everyone grown-up except me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter. I am always an outlier not by brilliance but by ideals and believe and i won't mind being so forevermore. I should do something, to change it all, to make it possible. Not for everyone or anyone but myself, to show that every reality begins nothing more than a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TP3sLbPUUKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/60bXbxcu_jU/s1600/ohimadreamerbuti%2527lldenyit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TP3sLbPUUKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/60bXbxcu_jU/s320/ohimadreamerbuti%2527lldenyit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547849997025038498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For now, i shall indulge in the idealistic believe made immortal by words of John Lennon. People, friends, please Imagine once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4QQbLayMjw8" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-3614246724685581026?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3614246724685581026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3614246724685581026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3614246724685581026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TP3sLbPUUKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/60bXbxcu_jU/s72-c/ohimadreamerbuti%2527lldenyit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1775336519608662763</id><published>2010-11-29T13:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:52:46.889+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Till we meet again... Sydney</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow i will be back to KL for my summer holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always this clingy feeling when leaving a place you've stayed for some time. Like the last day of a very long vacation, i've always got this sentimental feeling of not wanting to leave, even though i will be back in just a 2-3 months time. Do i really like this place that much? Or i just doesn't feel like going back to Malaysia? I can't tell. Most likely neither is the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney have indeed brought me this whole different experience than that of when i was in Melbourne for a year. I would not compare them as there or no where near the same. The people i am with, the place i stay, the studies i do, the life i generally live by, are totally worlds apart. Yes, i did like the life in Melbourne which i left wishing i had enjoyed it more and that it would last longer. But who doesn't recall a period of their past? Just like our childhood memories. As for Sydney, i guess i did enjoy enough not to regret, or that the fact i'm planning to stay for good gives me the feeling not to long for it more. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life feels like a journey to me. And in this journey i travel many places,  meet many people, and try many things. Some will remain in my heart forever while some will be blown away life sands in the ocean breeze. As i look back the path i went, i really wondered if i was merely a shadow or other's past or have i carved a footstep deep enough to endure the test of time. Next year, i will once again move on to a new place, meeting new people, doing different things. I really wonder how this journey of mine will turn out. As for now, lets get back and see how my good'ol friends are doing with their journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1775336519608662763?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1775336519608662763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/11/till-we-meet-again-sydney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1775336519608662763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1775336519608662763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/11/till-we-meet-again-sydney.html' title='Till we meet again... Sydney'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-6516730186833703878</id><published>2010-11-10T14:34:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:24:21.784+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The next..... Warren Buffett..?</title><content type='html'>Been busy lately altho exams are pretty much over. I hate it when people conveniently assumes that people who finish their exams are damn free and therefore can dump all their work to you just because they are "less free"? I mean, hello, we have a life (contrary to popular beliefs, SOME actuaries actually still have a life you know)!! And even if we don't, don't you think after 4 months of sleepless stressful chaotic and lifeless life (i know it doesn't make sense), we deserve a god damn break from everything!!!! I just want some time out man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough whining, not sure why every time i blog, its whine whine whine, shall try to control that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i told you that staying with rich people sucks? (Oops, whine again!) No but really, it kinda give you an eye opener that how a little money can go a long way. They didn't even earn that money, their parents did and they spend it like they deserve it, without second thoughts. This bring me to the topic to how these people get so freaking rich!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to admit, no matter how un-money-minded you are, deep down inside, everyone wants to become rich. We just don't know how. Or we know its too difficult and therefore lie to everyone that money matters not to them. I know some people and friends tend to think that i am money-minded but there are some difference between financial savvy and money craze ok? And im NOT the latter. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how to get rich? Hmmm.... tough question eh? So why not we ask someone who IS rich, they should know how. So let's take Mr Buffett then, second richest man in the world and prominent value-investors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNock3QXZ6I/AAAAAAAAACc/U9Z83LdKLjc/s1600/canvas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNock3QXZ6I/AAAAAAAAACc/U9Z83LdKLjc/s320/canvas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537770111438907298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a book which he gave advises named the "Snowball", he highlighted the one most powerful tool he think made him rich, a tool that everyone knows and can easily practice. The greatest money making business ever created - Compounding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that simple ! You put some money aside and let it grow, then periodically put in small amounts, and after sometime, you will get a huge amount! Just like a Snowball! As it rolls downhill, it accumulates snow, and it accumulate at a greater and greater rate until it becomes....an Avalanche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true? Mayyyybe. But wait, don't everyone know about this already, huh? Then why is everyone not already rich? I mean god-damn it, if its that simple, why the heck don't you teach it to me during primary school. Or even before that! The secret of compounding should have been taught to me much earlier. Then i wouldn't have went to primary school, just put all the school fees, book money, everything into the bank. Skip primary school too and so is secondary and put all the money away. Then no degree or even Master, putting into the bank for compounding. Then by the time you graduated from college, i would have so much money compounded throughout the 22 years of your study, i can basically hire you, since i never been to school before you see. I'm basically a total idiot but so rich that all you study for is just to be as rich as me. =D So, why didn't ANYONE tell me this earlier, now i need to compound it until i am 50 years old to be rich, heck! After all ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNodyjpQ-cI/AAAAAAAAACs/KvkRrzj6Z7w/s1600/ifyouwantsomethingyouneverhadyougottadosomethingyouneverdone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNodyjpQ-cI/AAAAAAAAACs/KvkRrzj6Z7w/s320/ifyouwantsomethingyouneverhadyougottadosomethingyouneverdone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537771446204430786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it was never this easy. To have the disciplinary to constantly put money away that you would NEVER touch for 20/30 years is almost impossible for anyone. Even Mr. Buffett worked a few jobs when he was a kid, and gave up much of his teen and college life working saving his money to compound it. That is why i can say that there will be no one else like Mr. Buffett. Or to put it more accurately, there can no longer anyone be like Warren Buffett. Why? Is it that people now lacked discipline? lacked talent? lacked determination and skill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its because the world is a different place now than before. As the society moves towards perfection, what make us (investors and arbitragers)rich - mispricing and loopholes in the system - are getting rare and far apart. Nobody wants to be rich when they are old, but rich when they are young so they can enjoy the wealth and show it off. And because of this, there is too much "temptations" going around for teenage these days, its hardly possible to save up. Speaking as a teen myself, in this era populated by seductive goods of desire, i stand to be corrected. If there were to be PS3, A Wii, Xbox, Iphones, Ipads, 3D Cinemas, Karaokes and whatnots in the era where Warren Buffett is still in his teens, i bet he would have failed to save and compound all that money of his for his investments and to be so rich. I for one, as an untalented undetermined and unskill man, faces these challenge everyday. Ahhh, what would Warren Buffett do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all this, do you think there can still be another Warren Buffett? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNoeGX3-KGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yuO5gSkOwGU/s1600/aminotgoodenoughforu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNoeGX3-KGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yuO5gSkOwGU/s320/aminotgoodenoughforu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537771786642270306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-6516730186833703878?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6516730186833703878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/11/next-warren-buffett.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6516730186833703878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6516730186833703878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/11/next-warren-buffett.html' title='The next..... Warren Buffett..?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TNock3QXZ6I/AAAAAAAAACc/U9Z83LdKLjc/s72-c/canvas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-3331540193775346124</id><published>2010-11-06T17:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:56:31.500+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptycup Reloaded!</title><content type='html'>Ah, finally, i feel the pressure of my back again, thought not completely, at least just slightly and there is s sight of relief. My finals are finally done and here i am back, to blogging again. I wonder if anyone still visits here thought? Or maybe i'm just merely talking to myself, which i do most of the time anyway =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, exams didn't go very well. I really do think i flunk one of the course completely. I just don't want to worry about it know because i'm just so darn glad its over! I think i've studied more book in one year of Actuarial Studies than that of my past entire 21 years study life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, am on holiday now which will be pretty free until my next hellish semester starts. But yet, i wonder why is there so much to do still on my to do list! It really does feels busier than before i was done with my exams. Heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow well, this is just a pre-notice for restarting of this blog, expect more to come ^^ is the next 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On a site note, i really feel like i'm a born loner. More than i really think i am, more than i really wanna admit and i think i'm getting more of a loner now. I'm starting to dislike crowd and people coming into my life. What should i do? =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-3331540193775346124?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3331540193775346124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/11/emptycup-reloaded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3331540193775346124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/3331540193775346124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/11/emptycup-reloaded.html' title='Emptycup Reloaded!'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-6444226715736384242</id><published>2010-08-03T23:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:01:54.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TFgY2pHo2TI/AAAAAAAAACM/RSQm_ziPyx4/s1600/Neverletgoofyourdreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TFgY2pHo2TI/AAAAAAAAACM/RSQm_ziPyx4/s320/Neverletgoofyourdreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501174271862954290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months into the course and I'm still surviving! That itself is already an achievement! To me at least. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not too long ago, actuarial itself still seem as ambiguous to me as rocket science. I merely took it up due to its proposition of a challenging and interesting subject matter and also some form of society induced parents pressure. After 1 semester into it, it did not fail me on the former, instead, it was more than i could handle. But after awhile, it starts to get interesting and at this stage i find it very intriguing as i dive deeper into Actuarial studies. Although I'm not sure if i will end up pursuing this line of profession, or even giving it up half way but up until now, it was all rewarding and i must say, i don't regret it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuarial is essentially a study into uncertainty and risk of every facet of life. We human fear and hate the unknown, the uncontrollable and therefore created ways, methods and complex formulas to measure them, to manage them and at some ultimate point eliminate then. But however good a hedge the tool can be, it can never be perfect and risk can never be totally eliminated. And this i think is the beauty of life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think for a moment that if perfection is by any chance attainable, that would mean the end of further development, advancements, creativity, achievements and no more new knowledge to be discovered. The perfect world would therefore be boring, wouldn't it? And i guess that makes perfectionist the most boring human possible out there! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i had just watched the movie inception and i must say, it was a pretty good show.Though the concept of dreaming within a dream within a dream can be, weird sometimes, its not that hard to get actually. I particularly like the idea that to plant an idea in someone's mind is not impossible, its hard but do-able. And once its done, the dream sticks, no matter what =p! I liked the ending as well but noticed that people were debating about whether Cobb is still in the dream or not in his final scene. In my opinion, it actually doesn't matter. What the movie is trying to tell is that Cobb no longer care if he is in a dream or reality, or the fact that he loosed his sense of guilt and found true happiness and nothing else matter anymore. Dream or reality. In fact, they are just a blink apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can make reality appear in a dream, why can't we make a dream into the reality? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put an end to this pretty long post, here is a song dedicated to me by a very dear friend and i wish to re-dedicate it to all my dear friends out there. Watch the lyrics ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz32I_GbpeU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz32I_GbpeU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-6444226715736384242?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6444226715736384242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6444226715736384242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6444226715736384242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TFgY2pHo2TI/AAAAAAAAACM/RSQm_ziPyx4/s72-c/Neverletgoofyourdreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-4910302998537917717</id><published>2010-07-15T12:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:22:42.522+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Our last summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoyNlVQbUPc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KoyNlVQbUPc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i think i'm still a bit too young to actually feel nostalgic from this song, but really, it brings memories to me. Because, that's all that remains now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often busy our life too much, chasing after things we don't really want anyway, chasing things that we think is so important but in the end, it is these small happy memories, of drinking coffee, walking along the beach and just having fun, that made our life, worth living...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-4910302998537917717?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4910302998537917717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-last-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4910302998537917717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4910302998537917717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-last-summer.html' title='Our last summer'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-1731060107816442486</id><published>2010-07-08T11:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:31:46.085+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Equivalent Trade?</title><content type='html'>"To gain something, one have to sacrifice something of equal value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting concept introduced in an anime i watched - Full Metal Alchemist. Its a concept i think exist in this real world too. Just like in our lives, there are happiness, sorrows, tears and smiles, and they all come at a cost. Like the Bible mentioned " Thou shall reap why thy sou" would imply the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like getting what we want in life, we always have to pay for it, either by hard work, by time or whatever means necessary. There is always a cost. Even in business world, it is engraved that 'there is no free lunch'. Nothing in this world is therefore unachievable. It just comes at a cost, the only question left is, are you willing to pay the cost? Do you have what it takes to do the equivalent trade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain no gain. No sacrifice, no victory. Life is as such, though i would rather wish not .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, lets have a little update on life for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney's been great. No so different from KL, just cleaner, more civilized and better! Looking back from the day i just came, its been about 5 months now. I couldn't really say i live in sydney exactly as i'm staying more of a dorm-student life thus far. The experience have been, well, pleasant. Not exceptionally good, but well, not too bad either. It does take sometime to get used to. The fact that you are far away from home, all alone in an unknown place, with no close friends, it really does teach you how to be independent. You have to do your own chores, make your own decision, entertain yourself (yes, you have to) and practically live your own life. Easier said than done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The come studies. Well, studying a course that half the people go wow and the other half goes "what the hell is that" is not as glamorous as it seems. Difficult is expected but way beyond my radar. But given time, i got used to it. Its like pulling a rubber band, if you stretch it long enough, it will eventually become that loose. So this semester is more like a stretching for myself and my mind, hopefully, no so much of a surprise next year, and i will be able to cope better. I just had my finals some 3 weeks ago. Probably expected it to be extremely hard and therefore it turn out ok. But result will be out it a weeks time. It will probably determine where i go form now on, stay or change? It no longer up to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went to Melbourne for the holidays. Just got back 2 days ago. Well, seeing old friends, having good food, enjoying nice companies, and taking good laughs really bring back memories of those good times. I must admit i miss them much. It was really enjoyable, and i would like to take this opportunity to thank those who made it so for me. =p&lt;br /&gt;But i do wonder if i made the right decision going there though. For after i came back, the nostalgic and home-sickly feeling i took awhile to shake off when i first came to Sydney is now back again. I thought i was more independent, and a loner and staying in a foregin place will not be much of a big change to me. But i was wrong! Maybe, the one year in Melbourne changed me, made me enjoyed being with friends all the time. And just when i'm having fun, they rip it off, and throw me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, trying to call Sydney my new home, but then again, without friends and family, can you really call a place home. I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will change, when the time comes. So that all that is left, is not memories, but a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TDU4QkGFanI/AAAAAAAAACE/H7U7BHymaxg/s1600/_images_050403oon0021.jpgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TDU4QkGFanI/AAAAAAAAACE/H7U7BHymaxg/s320/_images_050403oon0021.jpgd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491357177866447474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gloomy Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the gloomy end of this post thought. Since im back in Sydney, life is not treating me very well. Took the wrong bus, been raining forever since i got back, gloomy sky, quiet dorm, and lost my blender all in this 2 days is not really something to be happy about. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-1731060107816442486?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1731060107816442486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/law-of-equivalent-trade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1731060107816442486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/1731060107816442486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/law-of-equivalent-trade.html' title='The Law of Equivalent Trade?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/TDU4QkGFanI/AAAAAAAAACE/H7U7BHymaxg/s72-c/_images_050403oon0021.jpgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-4405430987569621918</id><published>2010-07-01T11:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:42:10.898+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side</title><content type='html'>A little story for us to ponder upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a  wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he  pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. Just as he  was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great  teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over  to the teacher, "Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other  side of this river"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and  yells back, "My son, you are on the other side".&lt;/p&gt;When i was in Malaysia about 2 years ago, i pondered what life would be if i would to be in Australia. Here i am now. And i wonder what life would be if i were back in Malaysia. Ironic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always see life from 'our side' and therefore, the 'other side' is always better, always where we want to go. But have we ever thought that we are in fact in the other side already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hard to live a life without putting things in our perspective, yet we fail to realize that there actually is no sides. The other side is just an excuse for us not being good enough, for us not being successful, for us to procrastinate, to blame and to feel better. The other side is a mirage of oasis, a perfect heaven given to those thinking they are in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gods look down on earth and wondered about the life of a human, and a human vice versa. When you try so hard to 'move' to the other side, you actually failed to live on your own side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the other side. How you plan to live it, is up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-4405430987569621918?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4405430987569621918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4405430987569621918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/4405430987569621918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-side.html' title='The other side'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-5484579167066266171</id><published>2010-06-26T18:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:39:19.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A better tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>When was it when we started hesitating?&lt;br /&gt;Where where the days that dreams were not dreams, but future in the making??&lt;br /&gt;When did we stop smiling from the bottom of our hearts???&lt;br /&gt;When was it that everyone in this world really, stopped having fun!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day we stop believing...&lt;br /&gt;believing in the people around us,&lt;br /&gt;believing in ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;believing that there is a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better tomorrow - Kids version&lt;br /&gt;I find this version much nicer and meaningful as it brings out the true meaning of the song =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2twAe0QgjE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2twAe0QgjE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken the youthful soul of yours from its dream of harsh realities. Come out from your shaded corner and bath in the smiling sunshine. For the world of tomorrow is indeed in our hands, more than we can ever believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us, hold our dream as if it was real, as if it was there. And it will be. Allow us to have a face of truth and happiness and the winds of change will sweep away our tears of the yesteryear. Let us start believing, truly, that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start making it so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-5484579167066266171?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5484579167066266171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5484579167066266171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5484579167066266171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-tomorrow.html' title='A better tomorrow...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8445521577654751964</id><published>2010-05-13T09:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:38:54.359+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Regret ...</title><content type='html'>No Regrets by Koda Kumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txnblLER2f8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txnblLER2f8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics is just as how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;If I could choose a life, I wouldn’t choose a life without death, nor a life without pain, misery or sadness. I would choose a life, with no regrets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Because regrets, once you felt it, is the only thing you will ever feel, and it is the only thing that wouldn’t heal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Let it go, let it be. The dice have been cast, the hands dealt, judgment passed. There is nothing more that would make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Let this be the last mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;The last regret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8445521577654751964?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8445521577654751964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8445521577654751964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8445521577654751964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-regret.html' title='The Last Regret ...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-527394641575089668</id><published>2010-05-12T02:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T02:12:10.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To re-live a wanderer's tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.  ~Anatole France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been awhile, since I last wrote. Or should I put it ‘he’ last wrote? Because he is he and he is gone. Things have changed and so have I. And to do that, I have to let go of my past self. He couldn’t have taken any of this anyway and it is about time, for something better, something colder and something harder, something more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve chose the road less taken. Will it lead me to where I want to go? Will it lead me to a oasis, a paradise on earth the heavenly Avalon? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without regrets I will continue walking, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far have I traveled, beyond what I perceive was the end of the world. I was smaller than I think. The empty cup was more filled than he wanted to be. And against this new abyss, he learned a little more from the countless falls. The little empty cup is once again a little more empty now. But far from reaching the bottom, he knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing countless enemies and challenges, he tried to defeat them all but realize he has lost. Badly. But not to anyone greater, stronger or wiser. But to himself. And it is there he realize, all it takes is defeat himself, because he is the only enemy. He is the devil, and everything that stands in his way, the only thing that actually matters. Knowing one’s greatest weakness is to grow stronger already.  But that is not enough, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the silent wanderer go? Touched by the warmth of loving-ness and faith, his cold heart melted, he grew soft, where he originally was. But to be the killer he once was again, he has to once again, steel his heart, lock his emotions and reignite his burning flame. It is easy now, since cold spikes have shattered within, the warmth is lost replaced only by an emptiness, which must be filled. The wound may never heal, but it is a great opportunity, to bring the killer back again. It was his greatest strength that is his greatest weakness, that hurt him the most, that killed part of him. I wonder if he will ever recover from this, or if this is the best cure for his broken soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-527394641575089668?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/527394641575089668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-re-live-wanderers-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/527394641575089668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/527394641575089668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-re-live-wanderers-tale.html' title='To re-live a wanderer&apos;s tale...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-2275964244695651122</id><published>2010-03-06T08:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:32:06.519+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The warm morning shower</title><content type='html'>In a cold winter morning, it is actually pretty darn hard to wake up. And the best thing to do would be - to jump into a hot shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is unexplainable by words. At least with my standard of vocab. But it's definitely comfortable. With hot water gushing down from head to toe, the warmth it bring to my cold hands and legs and the heat that circulates my blood, jump-starting me to consciousness. It's like being reborn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a trick. There always be. For it was told 'If something is too good to be true, It probably is'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like life itself and the many events that manifest in it. It's easy to get in, easier to stay in, but difficult to get out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although conscious, under the great comfort of heat and warmth, adding to the threat of stale shivers and unlimited coldness out there. I refuse to go out. There are some point of time that i thought i could stay in the shower forever. But just like any dream, it needs to be awaken. Sooner or later. Staying in the water for too long, my skin will start to blister or even before that, the hot water may very well run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with bravery in my heart, steel my mind and walk out of the hot shower on a cold winter morning. Having faith that, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another shower. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a better one. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-2275964244695651122?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2275964244695651122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/03/warm-morning-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2275964244695651122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2275964244695651122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/03/warm-morning-shower.html' title='The warm morning shower'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-701251668873422328</id><published>2010-02-07T01:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:16:30.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of HOPE</title><content type='html'>HOPE is born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is HOPE?&lt;br /&gt;It is a fund, namely 'High Opportunity Private Equity' Fund. Therefore HOPE Fund. Created and managed by me and officially launched today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my 1 year in Australia, i was able to made some study and insight into the Australian Equity Market and at the meantime profit a little from it. I had always been aspiring to be a portfolio manager and manage a fund by myself. So to start off, i made a courageous decision this year. To start a small, private equity fund and manage it myself. I have been reluctant to do so, much more to advertise or announce it here but i know i have to. Because by doing so, i made it serious, i made it real. There will no longer be any excuse for me to procrastinate or to postpone the launching of this fund anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially opened now and it will be closed by 1st March 2010. I will not post much details here because I'm not very interested in advertising or selling this fund. It is somewhat just a test of my capabilities before i decide that if this is a path i will and should pursue. This is also to inform those who believe in me or are seeking a opportunity to get involve. So for those who are really interested, leave a message here or in my facebook and i will send a copy of the details to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you all know what i was being busy the whole time eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-701251668873422328?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/701251668873422328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginning-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/701251668873422328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/701251668873422328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginning-of-hope.html' title='Beginning of HOPE'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-6427190105127573225</id><published>2010-02-06T13:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:37:51.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The peach blossom poem</title><content type='html'>A poem i loved and live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;《桃花庵&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;桃花&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;坞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;里桃花庵，桃花庵里桃花仙。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;桃花仙人种桃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;树&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;，又摘桃花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;换&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;钱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;酒醒只在花前坐，酒醉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;还&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;来花下眠。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;半醒半醉日复日，花落花开年复年。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;但愿老死花酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt; 不愿鞠躬&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;车马&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;前。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;车尘马&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;足&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;贵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;者趣，酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;盏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;花枝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;贫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;者&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;缘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;若将宝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;贵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;比&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;贫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;者，一在平地一在天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;若将&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;贫贱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;比&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;车马&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;，他得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;驱驰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;我得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;闲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;人笑我忒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;疯癫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;，我笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;人看不穿。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;不&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;五陵豪杰墓，无花无酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: MingLiU;"&gt;锄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;作田&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry, no translation unless requested. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-6427190105127573225?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6427190105127573225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/02/peach-blossom-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6427190105127573225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6427190105127573225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/02/peach-blossom-poem.html' title='The peach blossom poem'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-2826709623996130551</id><published>2010-01-07T16:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:46:52.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/S0WBPZ0RgVI/AAAAAAAAABs/AE8O7nJAdEo/s1600-h/xx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/S0WBPZ0RgVI/AAAAAAAAABs/AE8O7nJAdEo/s320/xx.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423883427865788754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of the year again where everything of the past is like something distant to us, and the coming moments are breathing with new hopes and life. Welcome to 2010, a year of change for me. For even at the very first few days of the year, shocking news and great change had made it to my life. I can't see this is not the end, only the beginning of a even more fiery and challenging roller coaster ride. But before i depart from the station, one has to have a destination, or else we wont go anywhere at all. So these are my new year resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take life more seriously. Life has always been a game for me and it still feels that way to me. I felt like i was watching myself, playing a character in this vast place called earth. But it is time to take it to another level, to truly live it. This does not mean i'll be serious all the time and become even more boring, taking life more seriously would be me working harder to make things happen, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Focus. I think this is what i lacked, in person. I can do things well if i want to but lose interest pretty fast and i never ever bother to do things i don't like. So, this year, i'll have to focus on things that matters to me most and do them good. I know what i want in life but never concentrated in achieving it. Not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve self presentation. I've always been a supporter of inner beauty against the outer. I never really concentrated on what i wear, how i look, who am i in the mind of others because i believed exterior beauty are insignificant and non-eternal. The heart and personality is what matters most. They still are to me but i have to admit that in this society, they play a role much more important that i thought. Our clothing, attire and presentation tells a great deal of who we are, maybe more than we can say through our conversation. So, its time for me to dress-up a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise. Even with ample of time in Aussie does not give me the motivation to spent it in the gym. Maybe its the unfamiliarity with the environment or the whether that caused this , i have been less fit physically since a year ago. Excuses aside, i really need to buckle up and take back my old habit of a regular exercise! Wealth with no health is a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Improve. Self-improvement is one of my life long goals. It is not that i never know what is enough but the fact is in this competitive environment, if you don't improve, you deteriorate. That is how it is. Improving for my comes in many aspects. First in studies. Second in general knowledge which i have a long way to go. So more books and newspapers this year! Third would be my observation, analytical and deduction skill. I have found these skills particularly important in every aspect of life and it is to my great shame that i lacked all 3 of them. So i guess this year needs much work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are my 5 main resolutions which i wish to achieve this year. Of course, discipline is what i need to achieve them. Hopefully, at the end of 2010is ride, i will be where i want to be. I hope we all will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move forward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-2826709623996130551?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2826709623996130551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2826709623996130551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/2826709623996130551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/S0WBPZ0RgVI/AAAAAAAAABs/AE8O7nJAdEo/s72-c/xx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-7523895073630005989</id><published>2010-01-03T17:56:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:44:43.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>In our lives, we never stop making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we never stop wondering why we ever made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever look into the eyes of your parents and wonder if we will one day end up like them? Maybe better or maybe worse? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the crossroad of destiny presents itself to us. And here we are, standing, choosing a path we hope not to ever regret. And this is what 2010 brings to me and those around me. Graduation marks the end of a phase in our life. It is the turning point, the sail that will may make all the difference in our future. It been a great journey so far. We all survived, through countless battles (exams?) and adventures, by hook or by crook. We made it this far and it is time for the parting. We all have different choices, different road to take from here on, some made ages ago, some just upon decided, some still contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many choice for me. To be back in Malaysia, or be in Australia. To work or to study more? What to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions clouded my mind for a long time. They are heavy and detrimental decisions that will change my future yet it is inevitable. Truth to be told, i would have a much easier life staying back in Malaysia, knowing that most of my friends are here, and that i am so familiar with this place i grew up in. And with contacts, i would be able to easily land myself in a a pretty good starting job with many prospects of business in the future. Yet, in this crossroad, i took the road less traveled. I choose to leave, for a place i am not that familiar with, a place with weather and culture unlike that i've been taught, Australia. This choice i made, maybe a foolish one. Even now, i'm still trying to understand why. It may be true my parents played their part in convincing me to migrate there, but their influence are of little impact on my decision. True, true, this piece of land for down there poses more opportunity for me in terms of career and financial gains, but in a land i am so unfamiliar with, who can say that for sure? The term a bird in hand worth 2 in the bush often comes into my mind. Won't i be better off staying here in Malaysia creating a business with my vast contacts and great understanding of how things work here? I never will know. But i' sure of myself, that Australia will be my new home. It is as if a magnetic field had got hold of me, my heart is stuck upon that kangaroo island. So much so that i must endure the heart breaking pain and fact that i'm leaving all my best friends behind. And knowing not one of them is here with me, adds spike to the shattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a hardened heart to stay in Australia, i've no choice but to extend the student phase of my life a little longer. But again, another crossroad lie upon me. What should i study? I thought this over many times. Too many times that i got bored of it someway in between. My top picks were honors, Masters in finance or masters in actuarial studies. They all weight just as much in my heart, they are all of interest to me. And truth to be told, my parents made the deciding call on this 1. I can say if the choice were mine, the choice MIGHT not be the same. Yet again, i traveled along this road less traveled by. I wonder why. I guess its the name Actuarial that attracts the likes of my parents, or even those of their generations. To me, its just another fancy term. The fact that they liked me studying it that much and (more importantly) they are paying my tuition fees, i couldn't go against their will. Yet, once again, i ponder if i made the right decision of choosing this course. First, Actuarial is basically another field that of my degree which i majored in. So i'm actually entering into another field, like science or arts, just not as drastic. I do wonder if it will interest me as much as finance do, Furthermore, diversifying into another major means forgoing depth and mastery into finance, which i love to have. I heard rumors too, bad ones especially. Of the plenty people, professionals or not, old or young, almost all of them agreed that this is a killer course. Like an abyss of no return, entry is simply, but exit is impossible. What the hell have i sign up for? Many of my friends would argue that I'm exaggerating, and that someone of 'my' caliber will not face trouble. But in the bottom of my heart, i do fear this uncertainty and this new challenge is poses. There are people beyond people and mountains above mountains. Things can be harder than expected from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wonder if i made the right choices. Who ever will know? Who is there to judge? We will never know the outcome of the road not taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, the dice has been cast, the road have been taken, and we will never know what or where the other path will lead to. All i can do is to stick with what i have chosen and believe in it. Hope is what keeps me alive and faith / believe is what keeps me moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to Believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/S0BOfKO3u0I/AAAAAAAAABc/nmHGOn-EleE/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/S0BOfKO3u0I/AAAAAAAAABc/nmHGOn-EleE/s320/9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422420248583715650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-7523895073630005989?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7523895073630005989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/01/choice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7523895073630005989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/7523895073630005989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/01/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/S0BOfKO3u0I/AAAAAAAAABc/nmHGOn-EleE/s72-c/9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-5301667468872742573</id><published>2009-12-18T22:50:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:44:58.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and beyond...</title><content type='html'>Sorry to MIA for a month or so, was pretty busy lately preparing and attending my graduation ceremony and at last, it was over. At least i have a little free time now that i am back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SzQey2mkwwI/AAAAAAAAABU/65LvjSuzctY/s1600-h/DSC04330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SzQey2mkwwI/AAAAAAAAABU/65LvjSuzctY/s320/DSC04330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418990110633149186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, graduation. It was something we all look forward to, when we are still studying that is. But when the moment comes, we don't really want it. At least i feel it that way. The ceremony itself was just at it means, a ceremony. No more no less. But i could see it meant a great deal to all our parents, they were pretty emotional during and after that. But for me, it was a pretty sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere glimmer of responsibility and endless pressure to work along with its uncertainty and detriment, kinda scares the shit out of me. Yea, so i choose to delay to accept the burden of working and supporting the family for a year and a half by taking a master course. But did i make the right choice? Who ever knows? Maybe i just made things more difficult for myself, but this is what i've choose and i'll stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, many path presents itself to us. And as the path diverges, we all take on different roads. I wonder if we will ever cross path again. And if we ever do, how will we all be doing eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the future through a sandglass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-5301667468872742573?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5301667468872742573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5301667468872742573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/5301667468872742573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation-and-beyond.html' title='Graduation and beyond...'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SzQey2mkwwI/AAAAAAAAABU/65LvjSuzctY/s72-c/DSC04330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-6615004728130360430</id><published>2009-12-05T10:32:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:48:53.089+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A new look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How time flies when we are having fun. Christmas is almost here already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things will change after this Christmas, for it is the end of the academic journey for many of my friends and the beginning of the career path. As for me, i have chosen to stay a little longer at this academic path. Studying yet again in a new city, i walk this path alone. And taking a course i too do not understand well, rumored with difficulty and confusion. My path ahead is so foggy that it worries even my over-confident heart. Then again, it is a path i chosen myself, so i will walk it with no regrets, whatever it brings me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the face of such changing times, i was in need of a change as well. Actually it was more for the graduation, and so a new look for the new path i had chosen. Lets look at the brighter side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SxmfmSV5xgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0qdEW-hkbmc/s1600-h/%21cid_8E12751CC79B4318A2E263A65461BB3A%40ClientPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SxmfmSV5xgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0qdEW-hkbmc/s320/%21cid_8E12751CC79B4318A2E263A65461BB3A%40ClientPC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411531907369911810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SxmfSLes72I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jjMn84rG9ys/s1600-h/%21cid_8E12751CC79B4318A2E263A65461BB3A%40ClientPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-6615004728130360430?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6615004728130360430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6615004728130360430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/6615004728130360430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-look.html' title='A new look!'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h2_dfaGqT64/SxmfmSV5xgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0qdEW-hkbmc/s72-c/%21cid_8E12751CC79B4318A2E263A65461BB3A%40ClientPC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-8975965234365893248</id><published>2009-11-20T12:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:26:32.304+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near?</title><content type='html'>The End is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Mayans, and various other sources said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest movie, 2012, it depicts the ancient lore that the world will come to an end in the neat future - 2012. As with the many other disaster-type movies, it shows how a particular family going into great lengths to escape the world's destruction. Sound familiar? Somehow, i feel our main character here matches very similarly with that from the movie 'World of the Worlds'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivial stuff asides, this movie have a rather expected plot just like any end-of-the-world movie. However, its plus side was it's numerous and continues lame jokes used along in the film which at first is a little annoying but after sometime, really, rather amusing. The added humor along the film gave a fresh view for this disaster movie as it make it not as gloomy and sad as the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as those typical of its type, the plenty of 'emo' scenes along the way! I found the whole story constructed rather ingeniously, by slip-slotting the humor scenes and the touching ones to create this great movie. In the 'emo' parts, it depicts the human, even at the very end of their time can be selfless and great. The also shows great family bonding and at the very core of human heart, no matter how selfish one can be, they are still willing to sacrifice for their family members. Bravo to that! The show also presents the moral values of humanitarianism, and the dilemma of the equality of all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its a worthy watch in the cinema along with its superb graphics. What i like about the movie is that it brings about a light, brightness and hope even for a disaster movie. Although it tells of the end is near, it does not rush you, it does not give you this sense of urgency to accomplish things. In fact, all it does it teach you to treasure what you already have, and live without regrets for when the inevitable end comes, all is but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the end is really coming at 2012, what would you do? Would spend you days from now on trying to make history? Would you put your name in the records so that everyone remembers something great you did? Would you crumble and cries in despair? Or would you drops everything you are doing and wander around the world doing the thing you want most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is none of the above. We should live life just as it is. No more no less, and let nature take its course. If you were to live differently knowing the end is near means that you have not been living to your full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be granted a wish and wish for nothing is true living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-8975965234365893248?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8975965234365893248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8975965234365893248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/8975965234365893248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near?'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054631669809060924.post-320262556859928307</id><published>2009-11-15T10:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:45:33.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human world</title><content type='html'>It all started once again, just like how it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday that i had first came to Australia, and now the one year is about to end. It was an enjoyable and life changing experience for me, for i have learned, grow and matured. A little by little, i see the world a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I restarted this blog, for the exact same reasons i stopped it, but with a renewed flame, a different purpose and a different light. I had always been an observer. Taking the like to be in the sidewalks, out of the light, out of the box. Peering in through the old dusty window, looking, observing and wondering the why's and how's of the world. I do not enjoy being in the center of attention, for it is difficult to see anything from that angle. And perhaps i saw too much, like a muted seer, he sees but cannot speak, know but could now help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is heaven by itself, for it housed many bizarre things and people yet living in a peaceful harmonic way that makes everything seems so, perfect. It is fun and enlightening to look at different people, how the behave, react and what they do in different situations. I came to realize that everyone did what they do for a reason. Because this is how the world works. But the problem lies within that reason for most reasons involves greed, pride, lust or some sinful desire. I am not an pessimist, but rather a realist. People tend to deny because they fear the truth, the fact that most people are selfish bunch lived for their own purpose. Of course there will always be exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty amazing what you can see just by sitting at the sidewalk. Recently, i just saw a situation, a scenario, that 6 people was involved in. And when the 7th ask for details, they all told different stories. I was fortunate enough to hear them all, i and laughed in disbelieve. For no many told the what really happened, or should i say, not many told what happened at all. What they say was what they thought had happened, because the added in views of their own, their own prejudice, their own perceptions and bias. And the way they could have shaped the story in their own manner putting them at the pinnacle of the situation is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are interesting. There is no right or wrong in that matter, just a matter of angle and perceptions. And the fact that when a opportunity presents itself, you can see the true nature of the person displayed at raw, unfiltered, unhidden, unmasked. Which promts me to this blog once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped because i saw how ugly the world could have been, and i am unable to help, nor change anything. Then i realized i am not suppose to do anything. Because one can never change a human's nature unless he changes that of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True change come from within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054631669809060924-320262556859928307?l=crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/320262556859928307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/320262556859928307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054631669809060924/posts/default/320262556859928307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroadofdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-world.html' title='The Human world'/><author><name>The Empty Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488044435570381678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
