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You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."

Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.

As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.


xiaoqiang says: i am a unicorn... gee~she-twin, if you are reading this. this is another thing we are different. wahhaha.. i am oh so innocent...
so innocent..

so nonsense...



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Went to marina south last sunday to fly kite. all b'cos of amy who wants to fly even though she doesn't know how to. but she was the last to arrive. the sun is bl**dy glaring even at 4, 5pm. a sunny sunday with many many people at the field opposite SUPERBOWL. we are left with limited areas to fly kite 'cos of some soccer matches commencing. AND I STILL CAN FLY a kite after 12 dormant years. wahahha..
the kite didn't went all the way up eventhough the end of the string was on my index finger. it went towards diagonally instead of vertically.

amy's kite couldn't fly, and i don't dunno why. it could be just her luck that there's no wind to bring it up. not too long after when i handover the control to the girls who wanted to have a feel of flying kites... was playing freezebie( do you spell it this way?) till i saw this 2 kids playing soccer. tried to catch some shots yet forgetting there's limitations to what a digital camera can do.

a.o.b. = any other business
didn't blog during late weekdays. my com in the office is failing me. and i came home quite late this few days. some matters has been twitchy on my mind for quite some times. and recently, i've realized if i don't talk to that particular person; i feel weird. and most of the time we were talking on msn, both of us seem have a barrier less. it could be that particular person just need someone to talk to. which i think that could be the reason, more and more people turned to internet to chat. all they just find it easier and better to convey their message in words rather than voices. and i felt so lost with my com down. felt so dependent on computers and internet nowadays. and with my contract at TODAY is ending soon. i might not be able to come online as often. my next job may not allow me to go online. and i foresee i won't be able to talk to that particular person that much in the near future. *sigh*

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xiaoqiang says: aiyo, this movie is very touchy. plus wonderful soundtrack. good to catch if you like comedies.

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Drama and Comedy. 2 hrs. 05 min. Edward Bloom (Albert Finney) has always been a teller of tall-tales about his oversized life as a young man (Ewan McGregor), when his wanderlust led him on an unlikely journey from a small-town in Alabama, around the world, and back again. His mythic exploits dart from the delightful to the delirious as he weaves epic tales about giants, a witch and conjoined-twin lounge singers. With his larger-than-life stories, Bloom charms almost everyone he encounters except for his estranged son Will (Billy Crudup). When his mother Sandra (Jessica Lange) tries to reunite them, Will must learn how to separate fact from fiction as he comes to terms with his father's great feats and great failings.


Cast and Credits

Starring: Ewan McGregor, Albert Finney, Billy Crudup, Jessica Lange, Danny DeVito
Directed by: Tim Burton
Produced by: Richard D Zanuck, Dan Jinks, Bruce Cohen
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hah?

xiaoqiang says:" gotten this story in my mailbox. many times we don't appreciate what we have, and want for more, yearn for more. that goes for me too. so right now i am trying to appreciate all things i have, the friends i've made all this years, my family and my mum who had been the the pillar of my family unconditionally. i love you mum.

and adrian my ex-campmate, from the reowned 30+1S*B was doing some volunteery stuff for the deaf. check the pix on his blog.

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"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak." He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician..."Could nothing be done?" "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured" the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and led the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her." "I do not believe you could, "said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.
"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they"?

REMEMBER... Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known. Love sometimes needs not much words... Read the following, it's meaningful If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the lost for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family, an unwise investment indeed.

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gotten this quiz off adrian's blog.

Which Peanuts Character Are You?

Ballet shoes- beautiful, graceful, and creative,
you enjoy dancing writing and music. You are
often very poetic and sometimes dramatic. You
keep to yourself aside from a few close friends
that you can relate to. [please vote! thank
you! :)]

xiaoqiang says: i'm so beautilful, SO BEAUTIFUL, so beautiful so pityful.... now how's my poem?? * it sux* (kakakaka * some auntie's laughter*)



What Kind of Shoe Are You?
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7.30am - morning call
8.00am - spot check again, but didn't pick up the phone.
9.30am - called missy to check her location, H.O.M.E.('.'!)

It's been quite some time that i've last had mcdonalds' breakfast. Well, gotta give my colleague a morning call just to make sure she woke up on time. she did. but fallen back to sleep again. late (as usual) doesn't seems to get into her dictionary. couldn't complained much 'cos you never know what you gonna get from a lady. (hmph!) had a quick brekkie cos i was late too. wahhaha.. everything was in a rush. had abit of scandal cheap thrill, e.g. can't walk into the office at the same time. yesh, i am late for work. still, i loved Mcdonald's breakfast. (oh~ so childhood fantasy) the two doggie heads are actually slippers. they are extremely warm. but not really advisable for those who have sweaty feet. anyway i don't get to keep it. before i knew of its existence, another of my colleague has already ' chopped' her name.

Today is also hazel's last day as a intern with us. best wishes girl. come to think of it, my contract is ending soon.

put the glass down

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A lecturer, xiaoqiang was giving a lecture to his student on stress management.
He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think
this glass of water is?"

The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm.

xiaoqiang says:"It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it.

If I hold it for a minute, it is OK.

If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm.

If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance.

It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it
becomes."

"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."

"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again."

"We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on."

"Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can."

Pick it up again later when you have rested...

Rest and relax.

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xiaoqiang says: hah, thanx pamela for sending me the title and lyrics. hehe.. in case you also didn't know. the title of the background music is by kiss ,"without you". think rain did mention to me about the title before. nevertheless, thanx to both of you. below is the lyrics. in fact after reading the lyrics, it makes it more sad. how coincidence it is to select the appropriate song for the story.*sigh*

currently playing Kiss -Without You

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As I sit here and think about all that i'm missing (all that i'm missing) oh yeah
About everything that I could ever ask for, but you
All the past time we spent wondering how you've been (wondering how you've been) oh yeah
But the more that you're on mind i'm just lonely and blue (can't you see)

Why can't you be with me to hold me tight (hold me tight)
Just being with you will make everything better and bright

I wanna have you by my side
You always make it right
And without you my heart starts to cry
How will I ever go on
How will I stay strong
Do you see without you my soul dies

I stayed up all night remembering what we had (remembering what we had) oh yeah
And I can't sleep a wink cuz thinking of you makes me sad (yes you do)
I can't seem to shake you off my mind
Just wanna go back in time to just press rewind

I wanna have you by my side
You always make it right
And without you my heart starts to cry
How will I ever go on
How will I stay strong
Do you see without you my soul dies

You're all that I want
You're all that I need
So why don't you come and be with me

I wanna have you by my side
You always make it right
And without you my heart starts to cry
How will I ever go on
How will I stay strong
Do you see without you my soul dies

I wanna have you by my side
You always make it right
And without you my heart starts to cry
How will I ever go on
How will I stay strong
Do you see without you my soul dies

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love = infatuation ? [part 3/3]

xiaoqiang says: This is part 3 of the story for love = infatuation? . last part of love = infatuation ? .
If someone who comes into your life, who is already a part of someone else; don't cry and ignore that person totally. Learning to talk with the person again takes a ton weigh heart to do. But if you can't the face the person directly, that means you are running away from the problem which will lead you deeper into the well of grief. Love is to be able to give and don't expect returns... Just be glad that your paths crossed and somehow he/ she made you know the meaning of love so that you are able to love the other person when he/ she comes along in the future.

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singapore true love stories - love = infatuation ? [part 3/3]

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..continue from the post on 16 Feb 2004

Into each life some rain must fall.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It wasn’t only rain, which fell over me in the month of December. After all that had happened between H and myself, it was not the end. December was a period of thunderstorm and turmoil for me.

First, I was so overwhelmed with guilt of what happened between H and myself that I confessed to my semi-ex boyfriend, he was really upset and probably thinks I’m the biggest disappointment ever. It was a tearful break-up not because I love him but because I have lost someone who I have been leaning on as a source of strength all the four and a half years. Secondly, my parents were not helping by giving me more stress over other stuffs and they have no idea how much stress I was going through.

Thus, 2003 December was a disaster. I have lost in the fight to attain my first love, I lost my pillar of strength of four and a half years and I have a total lack of love from my family. For the first time in my life, I felt so empty and lonely, thrown into the sinister world. I almost wanted to end my life right than. But thank goodness, I found someone who loves me unconditionally and He picked me up at the lowest point of my life. Its than I found God, the one who fill me with peace and love.

But, things were not rosy and nice despite the New Year. H is still around and he had been continuously making use of my feelings to get what he wants. I am getting the hot and the cold treatment from him and I am so blind to just allow him to manipulate me in this manner. How much I am hurting and crying inside, no one will ever know. I’ve cried till my tears have just dried up and I could no longer cry. But, instead how my heart bleed and shatter each time he does or says something that hurts me. Blame myself for using my heart and not my brains to think, I have allowed him to hurt me over and over again. Till recently, I just couldn’t take the hurt anymore. He had hurt me to the point that I felt that my heart is turning numb and cold. So hurt was I that frustrations and thoughts of revenge started to fill me. Where has all the warmth I had always gone to?

Then one day God told me that if He can forgive me for my sins and love me for who I am as long as I can humble myself to have faith in him and confess my sins, than I should be able to forgive those who sinned. I am not to judge and He will do the judgement and I shall not hate instead give grace and blessings. I realised the importance of His words to me, as this is the only way I can find peace with myself to forgive myself, learn from my mistakes and move on.

Time will erase all hurt and heal all wounds. In time to come I will get over H. But, I will never forget him. He will always remain as someone special in my heart. No matter how much he has done to hurt me, I know that he is still my first Love and he taught me to feel how great it is to be able to give love. Although, as a friend he had breached my trust, I have realised the wonderful friends whom had supported me through the hardest point. Most thankful am I to him for bringing God into my life. On the last note, I have done my best in this battle and since things cannot change than the only thing I can do is to let him go, give him blessings and pray hard for his happiness.

“ Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more."
-- Erica Jong


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning


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love = infatuation ? [part 2/3]

xiaoqiang says: This is part 2 of the story for love = infatuation? . at times of our life, there will be one/ several crisis period where we thought the entire world has turned its back on us. and at this particular time, if someone walks in, he/she will appear walking with grace, with a pair of angel wings. his/ her helping hand is a great lift for us. a lift from what we thought a divided world. and our vulnerable souls is so much attracted to him/ her. we might thought he/she is the one for us. but often, we are blinded with the feathers of false and hurt ourselves again; just to pick ourselves up by ourselves. how ironic it is. hmph~!

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singapore true love stories - love = infatuation ? [part 2/3]

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..continue from the post on 15 Feb 2004

All this while, I treated him as a friend, firstly is because I know he has a girlfriend and I am attached as well. Secondly, the thought of him being special never crossed my mind. However, things started to change during the end of October. I was having the roughest time and my relationship was going down the drain. This guy became the pillar of my life. As deadlines for our projects get nearer the more time we spend with each other. We were so close that people in our class thought that we will end up being together. Things got really cosy to the point that I have access to his hall room anytime when I wanna take a nap. After all the deadlines, exams were a week away and we decided to study together.

At that time, I was having problems with my family as well as my parents do not understand why I have to stay up late studying. Worst, my place was like a war zone. My neighbour’s house was being torn down and in the process of being rebuilt; there were upgrading of the drains and the roads going on around my place. I get awakened every morning with drillings, rumblings of tractors or trembling of the earth from the pilings going on. Knowing all this, H offered to let me stay over at his hall if I need some peaceful studying and sleep place. Well, I stayed over a couple of times before when I was doing my project but it was always with another friend. Than one day I had such a bad tiff with my mum I decided that I need my own space so I asked him whether I can stay over for a few nights.

It was great studying with him. Super productive and when there are things that I do not understand he is always able to explain. We had a great time studying, talking crap when we are having our breaks and there were always so much laughter. Than one night, sparks flew… and things got complicated.

At that time, I thought I was just vulnerable, but I know I am a person who knows my feelings well and I know this guy is special. As the relationship between H and myself got more complicated by the day, I was facing a lot of confusion and it was distracting me from my studies. We were always acting as if there is nothing happening between the both of us. Worst, he does not talk about his feelings regarding all that has happened between the two of us. Thus, leaving me in total confusion and uncertainty. Who am I to him? What am I to him? (Well… not forgetting he was still with his girlfriend at that time and she was away for some training in China for a month) So was he just making use of me?

To cut things short, I decided to talk to him bout it and tell him about my true feelings for him. This day is a day I will never forget as his words cut my heart into a million pieces and I felt like I’ve been stabbed a million times. He told me that I was a mistake and things happen at the wrong place wrong time and I’m the wrong person. I am not the girl for him and for him he cannot be sure whether there are feelings when things happened.

Mistake? He definitely don’t learn from his mistake, once or twice understandable but how do you explain the many mistakes that happen between the both of us?! I was totally devastated, for the first time I cried so hard for a guy. For the first time, my heartache so badly that I thought I will die of a heart attack. This guy whom I trust and respected and came to love practically turned my life upside down, made me fall in a pit of love and left me there to climb out of it myself. But, in my heart, I was not angry with him. Instead, I told him that I will not force him for anything and we will just be friends. Though, it hurts so much to say it but I told him that I would not hold on to him because all I wanted was for him is to be happy.

An end to a beautiful friendship, a sad end to a fairy tale love story and the beginning of the many hurts and heartaches…


to be continue......

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singapore true love stories - love = infatuation ? [part 1/3]

xiaoqiang says: it's been while that i've last posted a love story. this is yet another story from a friend of mine. minimal edits was done to the story.
some took a month to realise what they want from love. some took 4 years to realise it. some took too long to realise, and youth and time, were what they paid with. i remembered one of my friend told me it's never too late to realise what we want. then i asked him wouldn't it be too late to realise it when you are already 50. 'cos certain things you already can't changed. be glad you realised it now than later.
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"If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were."
-Anon.

What is Love? Can it ever be defined? Is Love = Infatuation or are they two independent variables that are often thought to be the same? These are questions I am trying to figure out myself.

I have been through many relationships. I started at a young age of 12. But, these relationships are more for fun and experience. More like a fashion trend and at that time I thought I know what love is. "Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'"
-Erich Fromm .

Even, when it came to my last relationship, I thought I have found love and know exactly what love is. For four and a half years, I was with this guy that I thought I truly love. I thought that he is the one for me; the one I am going to settle down with in future and have a family with. But, in the second half of 2003, cracks started to appear in the relationship and this is when I realised how weak this relationship was. He is definitely not the one for me and in all these years I realised that I do not exactly love him, more of I need him for companionship. It is also during this point of time I learnt what love is.

H is a guy that entered my life on August 2003. He’s someone that everyone would feel comfortable talking with and is a natural live wire. I remembered that he was sitting just beside me and I did not even really take notice of him, as I was busy catching up with my close friends sitting on the other side of me. It is only when we were asked to form project groups, we were lacking of a member so I turned over and asked him. Well… that’s the starting of a beautiful friendship…

At that point my relationship with my boyfriend was still ok. But, as I was getting busier with schoolwork and with the mounting pressures, things began to turn sour. I was facing a lot of pressure from him as well and his possessive streaks were showing more clearly. Juggling work with the relationship was taking a toll on my mental health. I was facing tremendous depression that I have to start taking medication. At that time, I was ashamed of my condition, I thought of myself as a weakling and a failure. My self-esteem went down the slope and I was crying at the slightest things.

There were times that I thought my sanity is gonna break. But, during this period, H was there. He seems to know me well and it was always a great pleasure chatting with him. He is there when I am down; he is there when I need someone to turn to. He is there to lend me a shoulder to cry on. We became close friends and I respect him a lot for his bright outlook of life. Working with him for our projects made me realise how we are so similar in many ways, yet different. Thus, its always a pleasure to work and chat with him as we understand each other perfectly without having to give much explanations.


to be continue......
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You are the blue moonlight. You are peaceful and serene, kind and loving. Your heart never stears you wrong. You let out uncertainess with tears, and you let out fear with light. The blue light means distance. You are afraid to get to close to people. You have been betrayed once before and can't do it again. Your dream job could consist of a counsler or a traveler. You love humanity and lonliness. You will have love in your life and will never pass by unnoticed. Your beauty attracts many, but your personality is rare. The uniqness in your mind will always separate you. You can always find yourself lingering near the ocean, thinking about life. Your head seem to be up in the clouds, though you body is down on Earth. You change and each time come back a better person. The blue moonlight will always guide to safety in the darkest hour.


What shade of moonlight are you? (Boys or Girls)
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xiaoqiang says: " hmmm... my dream job could consist of a counsler or a traveler...?"

its patron, saint valentine

xiaoqiang says:"tomorrow is Valentine's day. i wish all couples a happy valentine's day. i wish all singles a happy valentine's day too. don't be afraid of this day as if this day was meant for couples only. it will be like normal weekends for this year. though i would understand that some of you hated this day for something bad happened; ie breakups, e.g. it wasn't anyone's fault to choose this day for breakups. disagree with me if i'm wrong; that women, generally, are more sensitive with dates or they have good memory of dates. which probably explains why your girlfriend(s) or wife are/is a little annoyed when you(guys) forgot something on a certain date like anniversary, birthday,etc. perhaps tomorrow is a good day to atone for it*grin*. below is a history of how V'day comes about.

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The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition.

So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred. One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death. Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.

According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.

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f a t e

xiaoqiang says: " Below is a story i've gotten about fate. It is truly amazing -- this thing called "Fate". There was a movie in which the theme song went like this: "You can say it is a big world, you can say it is a small world. But for the promise of this lifetime, we shall spend our entire lives to fulfil." All of us are in this big grand masquerade, among the throng of people, we seek expectantly... in that electrifying moment when our fingers touch, the masks are removed to reveal our true selves. Before this moment, we were drifting aimlessly, not knowing what we really wanted. Till you meet this particular person, you finally realize what you really want is not what you have wished for in the first place. It amazes you that standing in front of this person is a different you! You without any mask! Fate is not something meant to be forced upon. What is yours will eventually come to your arms; what is not yours will never come to be.
In any case, we should not lose heart and give up on our hopes for love that is true, good and beautiful; for the value of life, in a certain sense, is determined by the maturity of how we love. Of how we give and accept love.

one more thing, it's FRIDAY THE 13TH tomorrow!!!!!!"

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There was a scholar who was to marry his fiancée, but on the day of marriage, his fiancée changed her mind and married someone else. The scholar was devastated and fell ill. His family seek all kinds of medical treatment for him, but still he showed no sign of recovery. They were about to give up hope on him when a wandering monk passed by. After learning about the scholar's condition, the monk walked to the scholar's bed and took out a mirror for the dying man to see. In the mirror, the scholar saw a vast ocean, and the naked body of a murdered woman lay on the beach. A man passed by, looked at the shook his head and left. Another man who passed by saw the body, took off his robes to cover the body and left.

Finally came a man passing by who saw the body, dug a hole and laid the body carefully to rest before burying it. The scene in the mirror suddenly changed. The scholar saw his fiancée in a nuptial chamber and another man was lifting her wedding veil... The scholar blinked at the monk, confused. Slowly the monk explained, "The woman whose body you saw on the beach as your fiancée in her previous life. In your previous life, you were the second man who gave her his robes to cover her body. To repay you for a period of time and became your fiancée. However, ultimately the man whose favor she has to return for the rest of her life is the third man who buried her. And that man is now her husband. Enlightened, the scholar sat up and recovered from his depression.


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let's do the chinese way

xiaoqiang says: above is a pix which strongly indicates what we can't do with S-land's currency notes. not only it's illegal to "deface" the notes but it's also quite impossible to do it with our friend on the notes. below is a one of those hilarious email i've gotten. thought that the pix and the story might brightens up your day. cheers.
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A family in the Southern Province of China, were puzzled when the coffin of their dead grandmother arrived from the States. It was sent by one of the daughters. The dead body was so tightly squeezed inside the coffin,with no space left in it! When they opened the lid, they found a letter on top; which read as follows.

Dear Cousins,

I am sending Ah ma (grandmother) body to you since it was her wish that she should be cremated in the compound of our ancestral home in Tung Shin. Sorry, I could not come along as all of my paid leaves are consumed. You will find inside the coffin, under Ah ma's body, 12 cans of Yohmeitsu, 10 packets of Swiss chocolates and packets of Chinatown Lup Cheong(chinese preserved sausage) . Please divide these among all of you. On Ah ma's feet you will find a new pair of Nike Air shoes (size 10) for Ah boy. Also, there are 2 pairs of shoes for Ah Mei's and Ah Lien's sons. Hope the sizes are correct. Ah ma is wearing 6 CK T-Shirts. The large size is for Ah Ba(father) and the others are for my nephews.

Just distribute them among yourselves. The 2 new Armani Jeans that Ah ma is wearing are for the boys. The Rolex watch that Lee Ah Bai wanted is on Ah ma's left wrist. Kiasu Aunty Pei Pei, Ah ma is wearing the Tiffany necklace, earrings and ring that you asked for. Please take them. The 6 white Polo cotton socks what Ah ma is wearing must be divided among my teenage cousins.

Let me know what else you need as Ah Gong (grandfather) is also not keeping well nowadays. I can send all required things when our Ah Gong also.....

love may be beautiful

xiaoqiang says: below is a poem which i find it quite amusing.. for those who just fall out of love, don't despair. for those who just fall in love, kiss your partner. for those who are singles, cheer on, you will meet the one. for those who are singles like me, wake up your f**king idea and get back to reality.

to rain: i didn't know my blog can be so much of entertainment to you. *grin* thanx for reading. i'm not sure what's going on in your life recently. but if you really need to cry, please do. for this is a gift that the old man up has bestowed to you. Take a good rest and quickly get your moods back. life will be wonderful tomorrow. take care will ya.


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love may be beautiful by xiaoqiang?

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell".

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.

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there he goes

i was so eagered to change my diet just to keep up with my plans to keep fit. strangely, my diet seems to differ( i am weighing at 77kg, and i am trying to get back my 78-80kg). you see, my weight. before i finished my national service, i weigh at 85kg. then when i finished my ns. it's 78kg.. which is suppose to be the correct weight according to BMI.

and i was sick last week. and after that everything changed. Had nasi lemak, waffle and teh tarek this morning but i wasn't hungry at noon. usually, i will get hungry and try scrumble for something...but not today.

but eventually i ate. had subway's 1/2foot long sandwich. i shall continue to keep up with my plans. to be TAF!!( trim and fit)

met up with my primary sch friends yesterday at amy's place. gotten a surprise for rujing aka carol alas for me too. afterall we din met up for the past 12 years. damn did i say 12? well, if i actually count the years, i would have known rujing for 20 years. 20 bloody years!!!! i am getting old, so old.. well, happy birthday rujing.. i shall not tell how old you are but the cake give it away...wahahhaha..hope you enjoy the pix below...

green green grass on a slope

Once upon a time, there was a teacher xiaoqiang and his student lying down under a big tree near a big grass area. Then, suddenly, the student asked the teacher xiaoqiang,

Student : Teacher xiaoqiang, I'm confused, how can we find our soul-mate? Can you please help me?

Teacher xiaoqiang: (Silent for few second, than he answer)Well, it's a pretty hard and easy question.

Student: (Thinking hard) Huh???

Teacher xiaoqiang : Look on that way, there are a lot of grass there, why don't you walk there but please never walk backward, just walk straight ahead. On your way, try to find a beautiful grass and pick it up then give it to me. But just one.

Student : Well, ok then... wait for me... (walk straight ahead to the grass field).

A few minutes later...

Student : I'm back.
Teacher xiaoqiang : Ermm, well I don't see any beautiful grass on your hand.

Student : On my journey, I found few beautiful grass, but I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn't pick it up. But I didn't realize that I'm at the end of the field, and I hadn't picked up any. Cause you told me not to go back, so I didn't go back.
Teacher xiaoqiang : That's what happened in real life.

What is the message of this story?
+ Grass - is people around you
+ Beautiful Grass - is people that attract you
+ Grass Field - is time
In looking for your soulmate, please don't always compare and hope that there will be a better one. By doing that, you'll waste your lifetime, cause remember "Time Never Goes Back". It applies the same in finding your ideal life partner, your suitable career or business, therefore the morale is LOVE & grab hold of the opportunity that you have now, don't waste time!

Philosopher class

xiaoqiang says: below is a story i've gotten in my mail. it might be familiar to some of you. i don't remember any of my lecturers or teachers did such things to educate the students.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two mugs of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into! the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-your family, your health, your children, your friends, your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else-the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to you! our happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.

"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple cups of coffee."

dwell in cough syrup

*cough* i was sick for the past 2 days. kana something what they call a common flu and cough. i was totally energiless on fri and sat.*cough* *cough* literally slept through the whole saturday. things i've missed on saturday:

- suppose to go over Danli's place for post-CNY celebration.

- suppose to meet up with douglas and gang for dinner before he flies back to aussie-land.

- suppose to go kinokuniya to check out comics and some books.

- suppose to go to zouk to have a last drinking session with vincent, mei and hanwei before they left for aussie-land.

*sigh* sorry douglas. i can't made it for the dinner.. Sorry, Vinc & Mei and Hanwei, couldn't make to send you guys off.

Can't go out on Sunday due to Her Majesty's(mum) order. in the end, can't make it for yingying's gathering at her place. and something i just realise that in the post " a note of crushes part II", it's probably the 1st time i mention that i have a crush on somebody... is this the 1st time.. or the 2nd time?

You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have
your pet peeves, but other than that, you're
mainly calm. Blending in with your
surroundings, you're the type of person who
everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks
jokes at social gatherings - after all,
laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you
pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you
could be the next Einstein.

xiaoqiang says: this is so me! me !me ! * fall off the chair*


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 a note on crushes part I I

currently playing Pachelbel - Canon in D

xiaoqiang says: i guess it works the same for a relationship. if the other party was at the right place right time, she/he is the one. i must say, it's must have been a really long time for me to have a crush somebody, so long till i almost forgotten what's a crush. but true enough, this infatuation makes me do silly things. after reading vera's part1 & 2 on crushes, i can't seem to find the exact term to describe mine. but if you asked me to pick one closest, that probably will be Unrealistic Crush. it wasn't long ago that i had a crush on a girl, sometime last year. she's someone who said exactly the same thing as what's inside my head. i was at the wrong place and wrong time.

as promised, below is "a note on crushes, part 2" quote from Miss Vera's blog
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--A Note on Crushes: Part II--

So while some people may absolutely adore crushing, and some others detest it with a vengeance to the point of making it a lifelong hatred, I am perfectly ambivalent towards crushing. It, along with everything else has its good points and its bad points. In all honesty, I sincerely believe that crushing, along with life, is what you make of it. Now some of you who know me may be thinking, "Oh yea right. You? You are the most negative person of all negative persons." Given that yea, perhaps I may seem to be quite of a downer sometimes, but in reality, it is all simply one thing: bitching. And as we all know, girls, myself included, like to bitch off and on. It's what keeps us sane with having to deal with all the things that boys get into, or get us into *wink*.

So moving back on topic, crushing, is pretty based on one's personal insight on life. While I may complain the hell out of various things, they probably aren't as bad as they seem, and if they really were, I wouldn't continue to do such insanely things correct? I am Pavlov's dog, trust me on this one. So crushing to me, tends to start off with a positive side, and there really are quite a few upbeats on this course of action, believe you me.

For one, there is always the possibility of having it work out to be a full-fledged hearty relationship, one that everyone will come to know and love (lots of
<3 <3 <3 on this one). Other possibilities include thinking about how wonderful your life will be to have this one crush notice you, and to think up of the ways to get the crush to notice you. It's a giggly (for girls) and a macho-istic (for guys) scheme that gets the bubbly feeling flowing like Mt. Saint Helens. There is that brief jump of excitement when the phone rings, or when the crush picks up and answers with his/her so-sexy (to you) "Hello?", whether or not you decide to slam down the phone as soon as you hear his/her voice. In addition, there is always that wondering and positive hope of when you might next see your crush and how good you will look (or for some, how good you should look, but that's just bordering on the Stalker Crush *wink*

I'm every woman, it's all in me..
-Chaka Khan, "I'm Every Woman"

So with everything in life, there has to be balance to all things, including crushing. Yes, there is the possibility that the crush could end up to be a situation of unrequited (not to mention endless) love that can be uber depressing. The crush could secretly be despising the idea of having a crusher, or to be more specific, having you as a crusher. You might not have a chance at all, and here you are wasting your time on someone who may or may not work out (but I have to wonder though, if you are thinking like this, are you even worth the status of being a crusher?). There could be the sad possibility that your crush is unavailable, that your crush might possibly be crushing on someone else, or even worse, that person could in turn, have a crush on you! Argh! The agony of love triangles! It's enough to kill you and drive you insane...

or is it?

"Never leave you behind,
or treat you unkind,
I'll know you'll understand.

And the tear in my eye,
is the sweetest goodbye,
that I ever ever did receive..."
-Maroon 5, "Sweetest Goodbye"

I find it highly ironic (and seemingly hypocritical) to hear some individuals tell me that happiness is a state of mind, and yet turn around on the topic of crushing or basically any topic whatsoever and say something along the lines of:

"Ah but it has to be acted upon otherwise it is depressingly negative."
"Unless you go after your crush with a plan of action, it is only a hopeless case of sad wondering..."

:P It's funny how if you listen enough, you can find a lot of self-jinxes in the words that people say. Of course, this only occurs if they are lying through your teeth, and they lose track of their lies - something that I have found that most people do quite easily. Or if they are trying to prove something to the world, as if they are the experts of love and devotion. And on crushes.

So basically, crushing is how you look at it. You can make it fun, a nice little hobby to enjoy while you scour the field of potentials. There will be downfalls, but there will be the wonderful highs that come along with it as well. You can either sit and pout that your glue is going all over the floor, or you can reflect on how kick-ass your art project is going. Do as you wish, either way will probably make you happiest. Who's to say that cynic/depressive maniac doesn't find joy in bitching about how crushing is a saddening madness gone even more awry? They just might! It wouldn't do to say that one perspective dominates the other. Just like it wouldn't do to say that someone who bitches a lot is a depressive pessimist, because sometimes you just. don't. know.

You take me as I am,
Eventhough my fam don't understand
Why I put that rock upon your hand.
That's cuz you take me as I am."
-Wyclef Jean, "Take Me As I Am"

So go ahead and crush a little. It can't hurt that much to give a try now and then; it's what makes life interesting. Plus, you can only do this for one short period in your life. Once you get seriously attached and *shock* married, there's no room for crushing (except for your one-and-only of course). Enjoy it, enjoy the attention, enjoy giving the attention, and who knows, maybe one day you'll be glad you did what you did when you did it. *wink* It might just turn out to be what you were looking for after all.
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