<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446</id><updated>2009-11-08T12:09:41.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside SQ's head and heart...</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuff that goes through SQ's head and heart. Don't expect event-blogging or names appearing in the posts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-2192947069653859864</id><published>2009-11-08T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:09:41.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want an XBMC</title><content type='html'>I'm eyeing on building home media centre, streaming media to TV, etc.. A "vacation project" maybe. XBMC. woots&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, happy 22nd to me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-2192947069653859864?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2192947069653859864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=2192947069653859864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2192947069653859864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2192947069653859864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-xbmc.html' title='I want an XBMC'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-2632478698160640844</id><published>2009-10-17T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:04:01.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forgot its existence</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I almost forgot about this blog's existence.. Weekends after weekends, guess I'm too busy to blog. At least here's one entry for the month of October.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. I forgot what I wanna say already. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failed BTT? Nothing worth mentioning. Just take again lo. HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like visiting IKEA to buy something to makeover for my bunk/room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if, I no longer blogs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-2632478698160640844?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2632478698160640844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=2632478698160640844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2632478698160640844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2632478698160640844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-almost-forgot-its-existence.html' title='I almost forgot its existence'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-162340993854841655</id><published>2009-09-21T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:23:32.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh, what happened to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SrdeaSBU1cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9plbx_DUBPk/s1600-h/DSCF9299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SrdeaSBU1cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9plbx_DUBPk/s400/DSCF9299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383875685151724994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just an outdated photo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I can only think what has NS done to me, all the NEGATIVE stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less motivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less disciplined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More nua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did the old positive me gone to? Will things change for the better after I ORD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-162340993854841655?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/162340993854841655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=162340993854841655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/162340993854841655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/162340993854841655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/09/gosh-what-happened-to-me.html' title='Gosh, what happened to me?'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SrdeaSBU1cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9plbx_DUBPk/s72-c/DSCF9299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-7578317947918489436</id><published>2009-09-06T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:55:13.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of blogger, weekends and health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the long overdue screenshot that I mentioned I couldn't even upload the picture. See that old school HTMLs like &amp;lt; a href = blah &amp;gt; Publish Post &amp;lt; /a &amp;gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SqNWjYpB16I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KPpE6WmRFBo/s1600-h/cranky+chrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SqNWjYpB16I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KPpE6WmRFBo/s400/cranky+chrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378237545920452514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogger got better today. Managed to upload picture but the layout still disgust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SqNYGLW8b6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/sl6mLhjpOgI/s1600-h/cranky+chrome+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SqNYGLW8b6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/sl6mLhjpOgI/s400/cranky+chrome+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378239243161989026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to upload a few pictures. Like my commissioning parade. I did it for my POP about a year ago. Just putting it here to leave a mark in this blog. It has been a few posts that I didn't include any photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind isn't working very well for the past few weeks. Feeling anti-social, undecisive and all. Maybe due to lack of plans; I don't even look forward to weekends as there's nothing for me to look forward to. I kinda like imprumtu meetups, starting to hate scheduling events in advanced. So I think I didn't enjoy the month of July/August that much, maybe due to NDP commitments?. But I think it is getting better for the weeks to come. I'm filling up my calendar. There is a list of things I want to embark on, I dare not list it down here for fear I might not have the heart/time/energy to continue on. Shall announce them when I successfully accomplished them. Hope for the remaining months of 2009, I will be smiling more than sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it really feels TERRIBLE being sick. Don't know does it hold true for you all, your body just knows when it is not working well and is on the verge of falling ill - mine just knows. And you could tell you're feeling different, weak, extremely lethargic when you are really really sick - unlike when you're just feeling plain lazy and unmotivated, though I thought both might just feel the same. And for me, I would actually missed the times when my body is well and fighting fit; I just don't wanna stay in bed feeling that I was gonna die, just terrible. It was just a 3 day of fever that earned me my long weekend last week. Didn't had fever in a span of days before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am well, sometimes as I walked towards to fridge or somewhere, I would think to self, "oh good, I don't think I'm feeling sick, feels goooood to be well and energetic now". It just makes me appreicate my health when I have it now. Can't imagine when I'm like really really old with all sorts of illness. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-7578317947918489436?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7578317947918489436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=7578317947918489436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/7578317947918489436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/7578317947918489436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-blogger-weekends-and-health.html' title='Of blogger, weekends and health'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SqNWjYpB16I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KPpE6WmRFBo/s72-c/cranky+chrome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-1100325789077118782</id><published>2009-08-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:11:14.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky</title><content type='html'>Google Chrome is getting cranky. It doesn't seem to load my pages completely/properly.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook doesn't work well ever since Chrome 2.0. Thought 1.0 was so much better. Now it doesn't load some of the Nav Bar images, Ajax fails to function correctly, and I had to "End Task" Chrome for quite a few times! Grrrr!@#$@$%@#&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Blogger also protesting. I took a screnshot of it, can't insert it now; you all will know why when I manage to post it up. Shift-Refresh doesn't help either. Blah. Total spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I gonna upgrade to Windows 7... Though Vista is working (very) fine, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking for a while...&lt;br /&gt;I want to have GREAT change in myself for the subsequent months.&lt;br /&gt;1. STAY AWAY FROM COMPUTER -&gt; Can I make the impossible possible?&lt;br /&gt;2. WORK OUT MORE -&gt; RUN, GYM, SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;3. GO OUT MORE -&gt; FUN, CLUB, EAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT when should I start? (By asking that question, the changes I had in mind don't sound too promising =[ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people/friends that I wanna meet......... One step at a time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-1100325789077118782?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1100325789077118782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=1100325789077118782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/1100325789077118782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/1100325789077118782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/08/cranky.html' title='Cranky'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-553837700838140051</id><published>2009-08-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:15:14.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotic</title><content type='html'>Had this thought that I should abandon this blog. Why am I compelled to pour my feelings/thoughts here? It's like if I don't do it I don't feel good? It's like I've to feed this blog something at least once per month? Am I trying to prove something here? To who, myself? Or is it just a journal that archives what I've been through?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an answer for that, so heck I'll just type now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day's round the corner. Just hope to use this chance to remind all of us Singaporeans to not take things for granted, complain less(stop f***ing complain if you don't understand) and help the unfortunate more. Use this time to also reflect on why are we celebrating National Day? What is there to celebrate? Are you proud to call this place HOME where your family and friends are? What will you do to defend what's yours and not let others taking them away from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in our instinct to be selfish and to always spot things that go wrong first instead of things that go well.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we all can be *censored* (I don't know why I'm in a vulgar mood today) less selfish and appreciate the good things than pointing fingers at the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I chosen the poly path, I'm like always one step behind from my secondary school friends. It's like I've to live with it, I know. I am. Just that I need time to get used to each different phase of life. From them entering JC, taking their promos, mugging for As, entering NS for the guys, all the army talks, celebrating ORD, enjoying their uni orientation camps, and now starting of their school term. So each time when I meet them I must somehow constantly be aware of which stage of life they are now and I'm NOT at the same stage as them. Only then I can ask appropriate questions about their life so far, without anything to do with my life currently (future maybe). Maybe not exactly living in their shadows, though I can choose to look at it that way if I want to be negative about it. Also I think I've repeated umpteenth times that I do NOT regret my choice back then, it's a different route for me. Unlike the rest, my route some what is planned for the rest of my 7-10 years maybe? (Less the university part, I haven't completed the application YET =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention, I am so enjoying my singlehood life =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-553837700838140051?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/553837700838140051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=553837700838140051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/553837700838140051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/553837700838140051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/08/patriotic.html' title='Patriotic'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-6925205550363976738</id><published>2009-07-13T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:05:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>It's the feeling lazy time of the month. Right, I've made that up. Don't know why, could be sleeping for more than 12 hours for the past 2 days - I just feel lethargic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an one-year soldier already. It's amazing what this one year has done to me. Seriously, I've never dreamt that I would go through so much pain, joy and laughter. And Love? Maybe all in the wrong place, wrong time. I realised I don't know how handle my emotions well too - as logical person as I might be. Life SHOULD be relatively easier now, 2 weeks into my new unit life, I'm kinda enjoying it. Shit haven't come in yet but it will come soon, very soon. Ok, maybe not shit, just more WORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have very bad memories. I just don't remember the recent things, things that I've said, people that I've spoken to, topics that I've discussed about. Now all these seem kinda familiar, I might have mentioned this is one of the previous posts. This is bad. I don't know what can I do about it. Maybe I shall eat more brain food - right, random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realised people have been blogging less. Looks like we all have our own life, especially so for those guys who are attached to their deary girlfriends who spoils them - they no longer blog and I don't know what's going on with their life. No activities on facebook too. I just hope they are not those got girlfriend no more friends type. Which leads me thinking, am I gonna be like that too? =/ Now I don't dare to promise much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being involved "inactively" in the NDP 09, I now look at this nationwide event from a new perspective. First, why "inactively" - by the time I'm involved, most of the comms stuff were up and there isn't any active role for me despite me begging for one. So I made use of the time/freedom around the marina platform, walking around, finding familiar faces, have a chat, going up to the so-call high-security-access levels like the control/comms rooms, seeing how the busy people work by the seconds, going down one corner to see how our logistics personnel working silently from providing food and water to clearing rubbish and setting up toilet points, and also see how our 3 star general along with Deputy PM/Minister of Defence got drenched in the rain together with all the Primary 5 kids and performers from all walks of life -all contributing to the making of this year's NDP in every possible sense. Their actions, be it big or small, be it at the behind-the-scenes or infront of audience, speaks a lot more. Imagine what could happen otherwise. I can choose to walk away, give reasons for not wasting my time there. Others too, they can just not participate in it, they can just run for shelter when the rain comes. But no one walked away when we actually have a choice to opt for a easier life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt that we are all not noble to say we are here to defend our country, our home, for our independence, yada yada. These are just the macro picture that sometimes we don't give an f about. It's the little things - the people that have always been around us that we sometimes neglect, that we don't want to lose them, we want to protect them. People like your friends and family. It always starts from the basic unit - then it builds up to the big picture, our identity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[To be continued...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-6925205550363976738?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6925205550363976738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=6925205550363976738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/6925205550363976738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/6925205550363976738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-5179414884458063905</id><published>2009-07-04T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:32:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past, present, future</title><content type='html'>Kinda tired now, so this shall be a short (hopefully) post with a few topics in mind. Had these topics in my head for the past few days - starting from the most recent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, life is fragile, treasure the loved ones around you before they are gone; how long we live in this world is kinda destined, fated - that's what I've alwsys believed, when its time for you to go, you go. No questions asked, no second chance given. Have heard many near deaths incidents of those around me, and literally 'near-death' means that they actually survived to tell the tale, and of course we have (just) heard unpredictable/unnatural deaths, where at the snap of your finger - gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to do with any of the news or whatsoever, II just had the thought earlier that I only live once and  I might wanna do some extreme activities which I thought I'd never do like learning to ride a motorcycle. I wanna do many things that I thought I'd never do. At least I want to attempt. Though it may seem selfish that I want to be daring, I want to bold, I want to experience, I want to risk, without considering the amount of stress/worry that I may burden my parents after 2 decades of bringing me up. Maybe a simple solution would be: Don't let them know =p See how, haven't really give much thought about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think this may link to the previous topics like meeting new people, making friends, etc. As an platoon commander now, I need to interact with my men. I've learnt that I am so much better at connecting to one person at a personal level, to influence my leadership on them than to establishing a command presence to a group of them and not knowing a shit thing about each one of them. Guess that's why I've my counterpart to compliment our working styles. Hope the best for my platoon/company despite all the upcoming challenges and I've never felt so purposeful about NS before. Alright, I shan't talk about it to bore my readers, my point is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may take up SAT lessons on weekends so I can open up my choices in the US. Be it as a backup plan or an action to prove that I'm not taking the easy way out, I honestly don't know, because as of now, as you might have guessed, I'm still thinking about it (you know it, procrastinating is what I meant actually).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost track on my monetary spending for the past months. This is bad. With the increase in allowance, comes the increase in the expenditure. I really have to control my finance well. I'm also making plans to do investments, before all my hard-earned savings get further eroded by inflation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fitness is something that I'm gonna work on also. Man I do have incoherent chain of thoughts. This post isn't that short as I said earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good making plans. It has been a while since I last make plans. Next step: actions to execute these plans. It's gonna be tough. If life is that easy, it isn't life at all. And I only live once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might have missed out some topics, but heck it happens and I'm tired. That's all folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-5179414884458063905?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5179414884458063905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=5179414884458063905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/5179414884458063905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/5179414884458063905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-present-future.html' title='The past, present, future'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-7215154716793615686</id><published>2009-06-21T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:19:32.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong</title><content type='html'>It's just wrong.&lt;div&gt;Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-7215154716793615686?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7215154716793615686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=7215154716793615686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/7215154716793615686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/7215154716793615686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/06/wrong.html' title='Wrong'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-549090598642228591</id><published>2009-06-19T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:46:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Rationally</title><content type='html'>Haven been quite thinking rationally these days. End up, quite chaotic. Almost lost my mind; it helps thinking too much than not to think at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Primary School Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know them for like a decade or more? It's interesting to see we all leading all sorts of different lives and still able to meet up, talking like as though we were back then. We've literally seen each other grow, though for a few it's quite sad to say they haven't grown much. Perhaps we already knew each for that long, we're more open and frank to topics that we never thought we'll ever discussed or even share our own experiences. There isn't much judgemental opinions or looks. Maybe there isn't any fear that whatever we shared would spread as there isn't many of us left to spread to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Memory Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure why I can't seem to remember many of the recent stuffs. Or things I said. Or people I've talked to. Wondering what's not holding these memories. I've got a hunch that I might not even remember some of the even older days that I don't even know I've forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Making Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I've touched on this before (like I mentioned above, poor memory), as we move on with life and meet new people,I kinda find it hard to make new friends. It has becoming more of a colleague/work relationship rather than friends. You just can't get to close to these people, and you just know you wouldn't want to. No idea why I used "You" instead of "I", perhaps I'm assuming this is applicable to most people? I don't know their background, what they have done, how they have changed, anything about their past. Maybe that's why I like to dig out the traces of individual's pasts aka CSI-ing through verbal interrogations(I ask a lot) and even facebook profiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked myself, is the past THAT important? It is no doubt that it is the pasts that defines you and I just want to know you. If I don't know anything about you, I would say, I wouldn't even dare to get near you - more than happy to keep a colleague/acquaintance relationship. No one knows what you are gonna be like in the future but I know I can make the difference now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've existing friends in my life. Great ones, amazing ones. I don't have to make more friends, do I? I'm kinda sick of the "come and go", "greetings and partings". Why bother? It's already life challenging to maintain the good old friendships forged in schools. At this time of writing, I'm still single. I'm amazed to know there are many who can do without friends and live with just their girlfriends. Totally, I don't think I'm gonna be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally made the first step leaving my comfort zone by making the application to Imperial College London. It's a long tedious application process with many information to be filled up and I'm only half way there and gonna continue the remaining over the weekends. At least I've made the first step after procrastinating for more than a year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-549090598642228591?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/549090598642228591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=549090598642228591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/549090598642228591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/549090598642228591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-rationally.html' title='Thinking Rationally'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-3663660579001889725</id><published>2009-05-29T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:43:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time really speeds up after u reach your 20s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though technically time doesn't speed up nor slow down, it is just the "apparent relativity". (E.g 2 hour of our book out time seems like 2 minutes, and 2 minutes in camp seems like 2 hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is because there are many many things going on in our lives now -- generally more work, more responsibilities, more decision making, meeting more people, lots of other stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very soon, half of 2009 is gone. 2009 so far for me mainly revolves my cadet training. Lost for words now, really don't know what to describe in the past 5 months. Other than the highlight in Taiwan with tough training and fun RnR. In 13 days time, I'll be commissioned as an Officer - the start of another chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Bazang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had homemade &lt;i&gt;bazangs&lt;/i&gt; (Dumplings) for meals past 2 days. Wondering if my future wife is able to pick up the skill from my mom and continue to the tradition to make such love-filled bazangs for many many years to come. Ok, my mom actually wants ME to learn, after she said things like in the future when she's not around...etc.. I chose to push the responsibility to my future wife instead =x. She laughed saying these days our generation no one would do such things anymore. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot weather somehow makes most people crankier. Myself included. Just when I thought I like it hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my blog grows with my since 2006, some things change, some things don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I am able to express my thoughts and views as descriptive as compared to a few years ago. Feel a lot more intellectual reading the entries from the start. I kinda missed those types of entries with beautiful quotes. Can I easily blame army for the retarding me? Nah I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly included my thoughts on family in my blog. Family has becoming more and more important as life goes on. Met people with different backgrounds, learnt their stories, treasure and appreciate what you have before they are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care as much as what others might think after reading my blog - there isn't many readers left anyway. Also I guess not many knew about this little secluded corner in my cyber life where I pour out my heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't write about daily events of my life. Only significant ones that I don't really describe them explicitly; these entries just serve as reminders of milestones in life when I re-read them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't mention names in my blog. Initially I didn't want others to think why I mention some names but not the others. Now it has become a habit that I don't include names at all for no other reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Homosexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are there gays and lesbians around? What actually goes through their minds? Do they feel normal? Are they born like that? Will the society ever accept them? [Millions of questions to come...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-3663660579001889725?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3663660579001889725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=3663660579001889725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/3663660579001889725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/3663660579001889725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-43454440753253180</id><published>2009-05-09T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:25:09.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desktop'/><title type='text'>Time to be productive - NOT</title><content type='html'>Haven been much productive these &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP WAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, (see this is what I meant)...&lt;br /&gt;Came across this US site selling &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/prod/sandisk-16gb-cruzer-usb-flash-drive-new-design/q/loc/101/210754552.html"&gt;16GB Cruzer at 39.99USD&lt;/a&gt;. TEMPETED TEMPTED!! Seems worth it though I don't know how much a thumby costs these days here in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... (can't help it, really.. =x)&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my system tray now! --&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SgRfhyNl8PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4ZXWB0cd7kA/s400/Capture.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 59px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333492892732616946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First from top left, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Videora Convertor for my iPod Touch videos conversions. An episode of Bleach takes about 15min; Grey's would take maybe about half hour and a full length movie maybe 1++ hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rainlender for sync with my Google Calendar and displaying it on my Desktop. Quite an uneventful month so no screenie here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taskbar Shuffle. As name suggests, you can drag the programs in your taskbar to re-order it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Hotmail unread mail count provided by Digsby. A single click on it would bring up a preview of the inbox. (Note to self: A "censored" [cloaking email addresses, etc] screenshot of this would paint a better picture.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vista's "Network" Icon. Nothing special. Though Windows 7's icon brings more &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5078582/top-10-things-to-look-forward-to-in-windows-7"&gt;functionality&lt;/a&gt;-Point 7. (Tempted to download Windows 7 RC, but that would mean I'd be at the point of no return)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gmail unread mail count, likewise provided by Digsby. Similar feature as point 4.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook provided by Digsby, also. Single click preview of latest new feeds updates and notifications, and also updating of status message without having to lauching the web browser. (Note to self: another screenshot should be good here.) Almost forgot to mention I do my facebook chats here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twitter provided by again you-know-what Digsby. You get the drift, if you're not lost and still reading. (Thanks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digsby itself. Amazing program that consolidates web mails, social networking and IM into system tray icons for convienient updates and tasks. Superb for an social-network-addict-cum-geek like me. &lt;a href="http://www.digsby.com/"&gt;Try it&lt;/a&gt; for yourself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windows Live Messenger. Need me to explain?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volume control. Yada-yada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Safely remove hardware. Didn't know I've something attached to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;avast! is the FREE anti-virus I've been using. I like it as it uses little resource even though it's self-updating and real-time scanning. (Read: Not lagging the system)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WinRoll. Another AMAZING tiny app that do wonders to all your opened windows. You can set any window to be transulcent (See my current default browser, Chrome) or roll it up to save space. (See Windows Live Messenger). With proper arrangement of such semi-transparent windows and rolled-up windows, I can watch video in the background while chatting on MSN at the very same time making full use of the real estates of the screen! (No screenshot to demo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SgRmRC7ZWBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/S1sYL15sMqQ/s200/winroll2.JPG" style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 117px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333500301743314962" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SgRmRFYeQjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/m_akjY_Yxjw/s200/winroll1.JPG" style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 117px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333500302402142770" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SgRo6fdXY-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/xnSJbOFuotk/s1600-h/winroll3.JPG"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SgRo6fdXY-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/xnSJbOFuotk/s200/winroll3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333503212799878114" style="float:center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 116px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, end of showcasing. Someone please help me back on track to be productive on my (unstarted) reports. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-43454440753253180?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/43454440753253180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=43454440753253180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/43454440753253180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/43454440753253180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-be-productive-not.html' title='Time to be productive - NOT'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GU7KmIw3A2A/SgRfhyNl8PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4ZXWB0cd7kA/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-2783550103715205681</id><published>2009-05-08T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:36:02.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A walk alone in West Mall after book out is not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family is doing good. Haven't feel so light-hearted about it in a long while. Smiles. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many "wrongs" doesn't really mke it "right". It just makes it a "norm" to one but not all...or until something real bad happens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe at any point of time I must have some sort of problem/difficulty to keep my occupied. =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate reports. NS-related reports especially. The insane deadline just adds on to the shit. /irritated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8th May seemed very familiar to me earlier in the day. Only came to realised towards the end of the day that it's my ORD date, exactly 365 days from now! (See if I can find a Blogger-made countdown widget to add here =p ) SERIOUSLY, I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came across this FF wallpaper. Yep, it is currently my wallpaper now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/lifehacker/2009/05/foxkeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 207px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/lifehacker/2009/05/foxkeh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-2783550103715205681?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2783550103715205681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=2783550103715205681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2783550103715205681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2783550103715205681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-in-day.html' title='All in a day'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-2856219262668139737</id><published>2009-04-30T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:57:11.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to remember</title><content type='html'>Just a note to self.&lt;br /&gt;Did the impossible and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I heading to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-2856219262668139737?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2856219262668139737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=2856219262668139737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2856219262668139737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/2856219262668139737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-remember.html' title='A trip to remember'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-5749487842952546568</id><published>2009-04-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:56:05.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess up to step up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It doesn’t matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that is the point of all the pain, the fear, and the crap. Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe we need to get a little messed up before we can step up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;              ~Grey’s Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-5749487842952546568?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5749487842952546568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=5749487842952546568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/5749487842952546568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/5749487842952546568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/04/mess-up-to-step-up.html' title='Mess up to step up'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-8847336516239633781</id><published>2009-03-31T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:25:16.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip drip drip</title><content type='html'>Just a dump of random thoughts here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saw this interesting msn personal message: It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Free Iced Milo from the green van in the primary school days taste the best, too bad we don't know where is it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eating Breakfast meal from the McDonalds tells me that I've the luxary of the morning for myself, but having the same meal alone at home makes me wish to have a accompany of buddies with me at that very moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- NUH's A&amp;amp;E was so much calmer than Grey's Anatomy's Traumatic room. Less drama also (duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There's no break =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Think that the purpose in life is to make decisions. And often we are made to make big decisions that we thought we aren't ready to. Especially decisions that will affect you for life, as we only live once. I hope I haven't make any regrettable decisions so far, but I guess even if I do, I'd be all in to face the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-8847336516239633781?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8847336516239633781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=8847336516239633781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/8847336516239633781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/8847336516239633781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/03/drip-drip-drip.html' title='Drip drip drip'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-5822271751998253564</id><published>2009-03-29T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:58:28.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Cold</title><content type='html'>This freakish weather is just plain irritating, be it global climate change not. (Personally Earth Hour is just another hype).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think many would have thought of this question, would you prefer to be in a super hot or super cold environment. I'm talking about the more extreme kind, not those windy and comfy kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather be in the super hot place type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would avoid super cold at all costs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather jump around in frustration than to shiver at one spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather feel alive and sweat it out than to feel like dying while freezing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get as much warmth as I can get with people around me complaining rather than to like thrown alone chilling in the silence as others were just too stiff to even make any noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I know if I ever close my eyes in the scortching heat, I would wake up drenched and probably curse and swear at my sunburnt skin, whereas I thought I might not even open my eyes as I slip into the darkness ___________ (couldn't continue on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-5822271751998253564?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5822271751998253564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=5822271751998253564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/5822271751998253564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/5822271751998253564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and Cold'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-7494403015259605289</id><published>2009-03-22T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:38:51.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far</title><content type='html'>Another ranting? Not sure if this is considered one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of thoughts, overflowing. Almost forgot there's this outlet here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't decided on my (overseas) uni application yet.&lt;br /&gt;I thought being in the army was an excuse for my procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the fear of the unfamiliarity was the reason for my indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;But I've realised it was my parents who couldn't bear to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned to them about "my" plan last year. They avoided the question.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be "our" plan. Am I inconsiderate about their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Surely this is an opportunity not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how matter how many lifetimes my parent(s) work, they can never able to afford to send me overseas. (Less the option of loans from banks - I wouldn't want to be in debt for life)&lt;br /&gt;On their perspective, they don't see it as necessary. True enough it's not a "must go", it's just a "good to go".&lt;br /&gt;My presence at home somewhat reminds the family that at least there's someone sane around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for another backpacking trip.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Sentosa with great companions.&lt;br /&gt;I want to 'zhng' my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey thus far.&lt;br /&gt;Quite amazed with myself, completing several previously-thought-impossible tasks.&lt;br /&gt;A little disappointed that I still haven't bulked up yet, confidence level still low. =(&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I just hope I can complete this race. To show others that I can do it, to do my parents proud. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many kinds of people you meet in army. Overwhelming. I just need to accept this cruel fact while finding blessings within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years (or 1yr 10mths in my case) is just too long. Not so much about boys to men. More of appreciating every little things you have around you. There are challenges, and much of them can be easily conquered with that slight change in attitude plus a little perseverance. This tip is applicable beyond army too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are moving faster and faster. Don't forget to stop and smell the flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-7494403015259605289?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7494403015259605289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=7494403015259605289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/7494403015259605289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/7494403015259605289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far.html' title='So far'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-198602438232204571</id><published>2009-03-07T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:55:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;IT Show this weekend!! Pray that I can book out smoothly to join the crowd at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feel like splurging on tech stuff again. (Keyword: FEEL)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LCD TV - for playing pleasure on my Xbox 360 and viewing pleasure to watch mainstream TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAS (Network-attached Storage)  - to centralise media storage and enable torrent downloads without PC. 1TB HDD costs $99?? Irresistable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAM - Never enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any camera-less + Wi-Fi handheld device to cure my net addiction in camp? =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I want to comission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-198602438232204571?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/198602438232204571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=198602438232204571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/198602438232204571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/198602438232204571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/03/wants.html' title='Wants'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-4971282936105293316</id><published>2009-02-15T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:59:39.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Everything comes with a price and I've to face the consequences for all the decisions that I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but to feel that way. I just have to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-4971282936105293316?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4971282936105293316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=4971282936105293316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/4971282936105293316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/4971282936105293316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-6453866936937466486</id><published>2009-02-08T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:36:05.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough times</title><content type='html'>Going through tough times in my army life now. I am gonna endure through. I know on my commissioning day, I would look back at all these with smile (and maybe tears) on my face. I just hope my health don't give in that much. I am afraid of disappointing others - people whom cared. I must not let them down, at the same time I must hang in there. I think I am taking care of myself, though that very first time I was put on IV drip, I thought I didn't actually push myself THAT hard as what the doc as said. In any case, I'm not so foolish to lose my life away just like that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just random note, I kinda missed the ups and downs, bitter sweet year 2007. Was referring to a post about 8 random facts about myself back then. Didn't feel obliged to list 25 things on facebook, though it's rather fun to read what others have written (and it's nice to be the one of the 10 or 25 "chosen" ones).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-6453866936937466486?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/6453866936937466486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=6453866936937466486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/6453866936937466486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/6453866936937466486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-times.html' title='Tough times'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-4247448711565595417</id><published>2009-01-01T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:38:58.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>[Continued]&lt;br /&gt;Quiet night... Guess it's time to wake up. Rested enough. Played enough. Partied enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change. Things change. People change. Nothing stays the same. Change is the only constant. Time to face it. What changes are you gonna make today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why the sudden surge of posts? I'm too free, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go. I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-4247448711565595417?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4247448711565595417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=4247448711565595417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/4247448711565595417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/4247448711565595417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-8040703018138629244</id><published>2009-01-01T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:04:10.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the first day of 2009</title><content type='html'>Sunny morning... So refreshing, feeling inspired and motivated. Next moment dozing off in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy afternoon... Neither a very heavy thunderstorm, nor a light drizzle; it was just right. Cooling but not freezing. Slacking seems a better option to doing spring cleaning... Reluctant or not, I still have to go... "it would be fun" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-8040703018138629244?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8040703018138629244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=8040703018138629244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/8040703018138629244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/8040703018138629244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-first-day-of-2009.html' title='On the first day of 2009'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-8666917230396283847</id><published>2008-12-31T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:34:51.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008 Part 2</title><content type='html'>2008 to me is a year of experiences and milestones.&lt;br /&gt;Experience of working in a Multi-National Company.&lt;br /&gt;Experience of 17-day Vietnam backpacking trip.&lt;br /&gt;Experience of working in Singapore's Integrated Resort industry.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation from Singapore Polytechnic marks the end of one thing and start of another.&lt;br /&gt;Enlisting to the Army spawns out a new aspect of my life - no more school life, no more work life, it's army life.&lt;br /&gt;Turing 21, just like that. No big deal, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the year, I've also made some self-discovery. I'm not a risk-taker but willing to try new things. I really enjoyed my working life. I've becoming passive and indifferent but isn't hopeless yet. I haven't shed a tear this year. Values are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techie and geeky stuff are still part of me. Playing my iPod Touch, rebuilding my PC, syncing my Google Calendar, etc... Gonna hook up my XBox 360 on the network some time next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is less than a month's time, and my room is still in a huge MESS. I'll start cleaning up either tomorrow, or 2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think there's still more to write... shall stop here for now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to expect in 2009?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31080446-8666917230396283847?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8666917230396283847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=8666917230396283847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/8666917230396283847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/8666917230396283847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-part-2.html' title='Goodbye 2008 Part 2'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31080446.post-3516046686523850952</id><published>2008-12-30T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:21:05.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008 Part 1</title><content type='html'>Ok, time for a proper post this time. (I'll try)&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been MIA for quite some time, even the previous post wasn't exactly a post at all. I shall not do things for the sake of doing any more. Why? Purpose: For those who care to read and for me to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on the Archives  - December 2007 to take a look on what did I write then. Honestly speaking, I've forgotten what I wrote about 2007. I was surprised that by reading the short &lt;a href="http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2007/12/summing-up-2007.html"&gt;Summing up 2007&lt;/a&gt; I felt as though I pressed the rewind button followed by the fast-forward button - memories, emotions playing back "like film without sound". Of course, that's something only I would be able to apprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to recall from the start, January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, I went back to the archives -again- and re-visit the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-oh-oh-eight-and-upcoming-big-twenty.html"&gt;Two-oh-oh-Eight and The Upcoming Big Twenty One&lt;/a&gt;. Oh my, I didn't know I can write like that. True enough, 2008 &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was indeed "exciting". And what? Resolution of the year? Totally forgotten about it, think that only existed at the start of the year, anyway as I wrote early this year, "Be less whiny, more decisive. (I'll keep quiet and be more harsh, maybe?)", I would say, yea, I've been :-&lt;br /&gt;1. less whiny (other than army life, there's already nothing I can whine about),&lt;br /&gt;2. as a result became a little quieter than last year.&lt;br /&gt;3. just a tiny bit more decisive (being forced to, need to work on)&lt;br /&gt;4. which made me more harsh to myself in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not bother with next year's resolution as of now.&lt;br /&gt;Right, this is rather messy, so not organised. So back to Feb 08, (referring to another tab...... and digressed to Facebook =x) Reading the wall-of-text in March and my eyes are kinda tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue Part 2 later. Meanwhile, here's A Mashup of the Top 25 Hits of 2008 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLaZ-8IMtt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLaZ-8IMtt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2007 by Dj Earworm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7yJmxAF9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7yJmxAF9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/31080446-3516046686523850952?l=iamsq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3516046686523850952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31080446&amp;postID=3516046686523850952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/3516046686523850952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31080446/posts/default/3516046686523850952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsq.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-part-1.html' title='Goodbye 2008 Part 1'/><author><name>SQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15019612992518496427'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>