<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:30:57.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices from within</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-8468997001966908124</id><published>2008-06-25T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:29:44.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotables - Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bliss is when one can fully appreciate and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;what one may not necessarily be good at;               &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that is passion in its truest form.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;KB, '08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-8468997001966908124?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/8468997001966908124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=8468997001966908124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/8468997001966908124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/8468997001966908124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2008/06/quotables-bliss.html' title='Quotables - Bliss'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-137363866919804439</id><published>2008-03-02T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:47:45.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics: Election Fever</title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;day &lt;/em&gt;of election is less than one week away. Definitely by now, everyone could feel the heat of election (from the verbal attacks to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever-so-many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; promises pre-election and the poster war; remember the rockets and fighter planes?!). Amidst all these seriousness in grabbing the votes, there are &lt;em&gt;fun(ny)&lt;/em&gt; side of election. This parody of the infamous &lt;em&gt;Sha la la la la &lt;/em&gt;would make a perfect example of the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The PARODY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHe3G8a_hhE" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The REAL SONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha la la - Vengaboys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1itpNMbqStA" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Indy Nadarajah and Allan Pereira, the famous duo, fondly known as Comedy Court, for providing a rather light-hearted take on this election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not at all intending to ask you to vote or not to vote for any party, but merely showing something I found rather hilarious amidst the tense and exhausting election. Enjoy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-137363866919804439?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/137363866919804439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=137363866919804439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/137363866919804439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/137363866919804439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2008/03/politics-election-fever.html' title='Politics: Election Fever'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-8343764373528539276</id><published>2008-02-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:31:34.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Girl Gets Kidney From Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/R8BWF8sJBaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C1r2NzMOS-E/s1600-h/0d3c7432-d614-496f-909b-a7f9fbf887ca-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170227032411932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/R8BWF8sJBaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C1r2NzMOS-E/s320/0d3c7432-d614-496f-909b-a7f9fbf887ca-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eight-year-old Sarah Dickman is readied for kidney transplant surgery at Children's Healthcare of Atlanta at Egleston in Atlanta, Wednesday, Feb. 20, 2008. Laura Bolan, saw the flier and decided to donated one of her kidneys to Sarah who was born with the genetic disease juvenile nephronophthisis, which slowly destroys a the kidneys. Without treatment, it can kill a child before the age of 15. (AP Photo/John Bazemore)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By DORIE TURNER &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Associated Press Writer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ATLANTA (AP) -- The picture of the smiling little girl on the flier was more than Laura Bolan could take. The 8-year-old on the pamphlet needed a kidney transplant, and Bolan knew she could help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did a quick Web search on the surgery and talked it over with her husband. Then she made a phone call to offer one of her kidneys to Sarah Dickman.&lt;br /&gt;The suburban Atlanta girl was born with the genetic disease juvenile nephronophthisis, which slowly destroys the kidneys. Without treatment, it can kill a child before the age of 15. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolan, 34, had never met Sarah when she agreed to donate the organ.&lt;br /&gt;"It breaks your heart to know there's a little girl sick out there who you could help," Bolan said earlier this week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair underwent successful surgeries Thursday at hospitals across the street from each other in Atlanta. Surgeon Dr. Thomas Pearson said both patients were doing well on Friday, and initial tests of Sarah's new kidney showed it was working normally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was expected to be in intensive care for at least a day and then spend up to a week at Children's Healthcare of Atlanta at Egleston. She said she was looking forward to being free from a dialysis machine so she can spend the night at her best friend's house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when doctors remove her catheter, she can take bubble baths again because there will no longer be the risk of infecting the skin around the tube.&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, she can go to Kangaroo Bob's, a children's recreation center with inflatable slides, mazes and obstacle courses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get to go there on my birthday because I won't have this anymore," she said, pointing to the catheter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolan was expected to return home after a few days at Emory University Hospital. She first saw a flier about Sarah in September at the elementary school where two of her children are students. Sarah attends the same school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolan knew she had the same blood type as the little girl, so she called the number on the flier that evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's parents, Lori and Joe Dickman, had added Sarah's name to a national waiting list for transplant recipients after learning that neither parent was a match to donate a kidney. The flier was just a shot in the dark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dickmans received two calls from people interested in donating a kidney. Both were tested, and Bolan was the better match. The Dickmans were relieved because Sarah's condition was quickly deteriorating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was put on dialysis in September, the same month the flier went up. She often left school early because her failing kidneys made her exhausted and irritable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We definitely need more people like Laura in the world," Lori Dickman said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Dickman wants to add his name to living donor lists so that he can help someone else. It's the least he can do to repay Bolan for saving his daughter, he said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A thank-you doesn't fit for what she's doing," Joe Dickman said of Bolan. "She can call me at four in the morning for a gallon of milk. I don't care. I'm indebted to her for life."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, stories like this kept the small gleam of hope deep in our hearts for miracles alive; and that is all we need in this cold, cruel world of today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-8343764373528539276?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/8343764373528539276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=8343764373528539276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/8343764373528539276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/8343764373528539276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2008/02/atlanta-girl-gets-kidney-from-stranger.html' title='Atlanta Girl Gets Kidney From Stranger'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/R8BWF8sJBaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C1r2NzMOS-E/s72-c/0d3c7432-d614-496f-909b-a7f9fbf887ca-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-7295903894870211774</id><published>2008-02-21T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:59:49.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics - Election</title><content type='html'>The 12th general election Malaysian general election will be held on March 8, 2008. Although the Parliament was dissolved on 13th February 2008, I could still barely feel the heat for the coming election. Well, blame it on the election logo in newspaper as not being attractive enough or even the Subang area not filled with flags yet (the total opposite of Penang, where every corner is filled with flags of a certain party contesting). I've only taken notice of the coming election when I viewed a Bulletin in Friendster (see how much of an impact Internet has to us! And of course, besides the fact that I'm blogging here). Anyway, the contents of the bulletin are written below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking down the street one day aMalaysian Boleh Minister is tragically hit by a truck and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter."Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.""No problem, just let me in," says the man."Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one inheaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.""Really, I have made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Yang Berhormat"I'm sorry, but we have our rules,"says St. Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down,down,down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all hisfriends and other politicians who had worked with him.Everyone is very happy and dressed in the finest batik there is. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of thepeople. They play a friendly game of golf and then indulge themselves on lobsters, caviar and the most expensive food there is.Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him."Now it' s time to visit heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 24 hours pass with the YangBerhormat joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud,playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it,the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns."Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."The Yang Berhormat reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I am better off in hell."So St. Peter escorts him to the elevatorand he goes down, down, down to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder."I don't understand," stammers the YangBerhormat. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse,and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"The devil looks at him, smiles and says,"&lt;u&gt;Yesterday we were campaigning just like you during an election&lt;/u&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"VOTE WISELY IN THE COMING ELECTION"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-7295903894870211774?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/7295903894870211774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=7295903894870211774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/7295903894870211774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/7295903894870211774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics-election.html' title='Politics - Election'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-7419049080195796340</id><published>2008-02-14T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:56:00.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Valentine's Altogether</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/R7Qdp8sJBZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rzhf1WXGqiI/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166787279003911570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/R7Qdp8sJBZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rzhf1WXGqiI/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;q&gt;I am a girl You are a boy . We do things together We play things together. After eating, we brushed our teeth. Then, we sleep in our bed . Then, we go to school at 3 o’clock and we studied hard . &lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;I love you &lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a piece written by my 6-year-old cousin recently. The boy in the piece is another cousin of mine,an 8-year-old who happened to be playing with her earlier that day. It's Valentine's, and definitely to most of you, it is a day to be with the significant other. I thought so too! Yet, after reading this piece, I realized that love is not only restricted to that significant other, but your loved ones as well (it could be parents, family, friends or even your pet). Love is universal, and unconditional. On this Valentine's, celebrate it with your loved ones. Spread the love~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please don't shoot me about the grammatical error of the piece or that it doesn't make any sense at all. It was written by a 6-year-old, and I wish not to edit it for sense of originality. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-7419049080195796340?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/7419049080195796340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=7419049080195796340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/7419049080195796340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/7419049080195796340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2008/02/different-valentines-altogether.html' title='A Different Valentine&apos;s Altogether'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/R7Qdp8sJBZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rzhf1WXGqiI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-5894177784979811974</id><published>2008-02-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:38:59.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's</title><content type='html'>Valentine's just a few days away...&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'd like to dedicate this song, 'Everything' by Michael Buble to all of you&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-5894177784979811974?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/5894177784979811974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=5894177784979811974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/5894177784979811974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/5894177784979811974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-6614121384543188854</id><published>2008-02-11T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:35:55.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Buble - Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zjrv36xZ66s&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a falling star, You're the get away car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Cause you're my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Everything'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-2888138097660983793</id><published>2007-09-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:15:59.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time, Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Does that mean I cannot play with her again; will she &lt;em&gt;come back&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a question posed by Noradila Majlha Azman, the best friend of murdered girl Nurin Jazlin Jazimin. After I saw this quote, strong emotions kicked in; feelings even I cannot distinguish. Is it &lt;em&gt;grief?&lt;/em&gt; Perhaps it is &lt;em&gt;anger&lt;/em&gt;? Maybe&lt;em&gt; insecure&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stories on the murder of eight-year-old Nurin has grabbed the front page of newspapers nationwide. It has even been on the prime-time news for days, if not weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all started on August 20, 2007 when Nurin was reported missing after going to &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alone &lt;/strong&gt;to buy some &lt;em&gt;keropok lekor. &lt;/em&gt;Soon after she was reported missing, an extensive search for little Nurin began. Efforts to find Nurin included distributing pamphlets to the public and putting up a large banner on tollgates in the vicinity where she went missing. Then, there was a RM18,000 reward put up for whoever came up with information regarding the whereabouts of Nurin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On September 17, 2007, the remains of a little girl was found in a bag in Petaling Jaya. The body was naked and bruised. According to forensic reports, there were bruise marks on her neck; with cucumber and brinjal inserted into her private parts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the DNA results came out, stating that it matches the DNA of Nurin, the whole nation was shocked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"They(reporters) told me that police said the DNA matches, but that body&lt;br /&gt;wasn't my daughter's. I know my own daughter very well, and it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;for that(the body) to be my daughter."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This was the initial response by the father of Nurin, Jazimin Abdul Jalil when questioned by reporters about the DNA results. Two days later, he accepted that the body was indeed her daughter's, putting an end to speculation as to who the remains belong to. &lt;p&gt;The initial response by the father clearly shows the trauma he faced, going into the state of &lt;em&gt;denial. &lt;/em&gt;It is unimaginable, the pain of losing someone dear, especially knowing the fact that he/she was treated badly before he/she died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The father said that that was the first time they let her out on her own, but unfortunately, it turned up to be the last as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-2888138097660983793?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/2888138097660983793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=2888138097660983793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2888138097660983793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2888138097660983793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-time-last-time.html' title='First Time, Last Time'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-4242427084340622411</id><published>2007-09-03T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T04:49:58.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Honest Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The gunfire around us makes it hard to hear.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the human voice is different from other sounds.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lt can be heard - lt can be heard over... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over noises that bury everything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even... Even... Even when it's not shouting.... Shouting ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when it... Even if it's just a whisper....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the lowest whisper can be heard over armies... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When... When... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's telling the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scene from The Interpreter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-4242427084340622411?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/4242427084340622411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=4242427084340622411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/4242427084340622411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/4242427084340622411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/09/honest-voice.html' title='An Honest Voice'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-1160029893438677844</id><published>2007-09-03T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T04:46:52.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Nature; and Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Django: The world we live in belongs to the enemy, we must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy. When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[Django starts to walk away]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Remy: [Defiantly] No. Dad, I don’t believe it. You’re telling me that the future is - can only be - more of this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Django: This is the way things are; you can’t change nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Remy: Change is nature, Dad - the part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Django: [Remy turns to leave] Where are you going?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Remy: With luck, &lt;strong&gt;forward&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Scene from Ratatouille*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-1160029893438677844?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/1160029893438677844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=1160029893438677844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1160029893438677844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1160029893438677844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/09/change-is-nature-and-future.html' title='Change is Nature; and Future!'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-3074596711608968673</id><published>2007-08-02T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:25:42.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morality : Self-deception</title><content type='html'>What is morally &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;? What is morally &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morality&lt;/em&gt; is based on the norms of society( which mostly influenced by beliefs and traditions )&lt;br /&gt;And without us noticing, the norms slowly changed as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To support my allegation, this is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son's duty is to take care of their parents when they're old;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who didn't take care of their parents( with this, I am referring to sending parents to old folks' home ) is considered as not filial and irresponsible et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;This is very true in the past according to the norms of society, where parents will stay with their son( usually the eldest in the family ) and their son will take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the society today, sending parents to old folks' home is no longer a big issue( or at least not as big )&lt;br /&gt;The number of old folks' home throughout the nation is on the rise while the society justified it with higher living costs, busy with work, inconvenience and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it has now become an acceptable form of actions for sons( morally) to send their parents to old folks' home( I'm not trying to say if this is an appropriate thing to do, but instead I'm trying to point out how people's sense of morality has changed over time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, morality refers to &lt;strong&gt;motives&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;intentions&lt;/em&gt;) rather than the &lt;strong&gt;consquences &lt;/strong&gt;of one's &lt;em&gt;actions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for these people, as long as their intentions are good, the consequences don't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I'd use another example to show what is wrong with these perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you have read the short story "Looking for a Rain God".&lt;br /&gt;The people of ancient times have believed that sacrificing human( usually a child or woman ) to the god so that their village and people would be safe( from natural disasters and epidemics ).&lt;br /&gt;While their motives are to save thousands of lives;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that what they did is &lt;em&gt;morally &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Will that &lt;em&gt;justify&lt;/em&gt; their actions?&lt;br /&gt;At that particular time/era, it is and it will! ( With this example, one issue which can also be discussed would be how blindly following traditions can be wrong although there's a saying that if it has been practised for so long, then it can't be wrong. Anyway, I'd leave that issue for later and get back to my point )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are also people who claimed that the outcome of one's action is what counts, regardless of one's intention.&lt;br /&gt;If one's intention is bad, does it matter? Even if the outcome is good, it doesn't.(This is what people would term as hypocrisy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I've come to this conclusion that morality is actually a kind of self-deception.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of moral is just something people use to justify their acts; sometimes freeing them from guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-3074596711608968673?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/3074596711608968673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=3074596711608968673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/3074596711608968673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/3074596711608968673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/08/morality-self-deception.html' title='Morality : Self-deception'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-6747320530341135201</id><published>2007-05-24T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:26:09.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They aren't saints!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've came across this blog, &lt;a href="http://rateyourstudents.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rateyourstudents.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and out of curiosity, I checked it out( that's a catchy title, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually a place where college lecturers/professors rant about their students and how frustrating it is to teach (It is exactly what we students do, just the other way around)&lt;br /&gt;Reading their posts allowed me to see things from the other side; the tutors' point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure at some point of our lives, we have criticized/condemned about a certain teacher (have to admit, I did that all the time); complained about their ways of teaching, them giving too 'much' homework etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many of us actually 'tried' to see from their perspective? ( I mean really taking some time off and sincerely putting yourself in their shoes instead of just saying "I tried")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are paperwork, homework-checking, co-curricular activities, setting up exam papers(for both public and school exams) and not to forget, marking them. Sometimes, they have to attend courses on the new marking scheme and stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those meetings with the unruly superior(the higher-ups) and also with mean parents who plays the blame game. Many parents think that it's the responsibilities of the teachers if anything goes &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; while in reality, children only spend certain hours in school and &lt;strong&gt;MOSTLY&lt;/strong&gt; at home. Those ignorant parents should realize that teachers only serve as a guide, and it is in actuality the parents' duty to teach their children rights from wrongs; and to instill moral values in them. Parents are the one who plays a crucial role to determine that their children would grow up to be wise men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents' mindset of &lt;em&gt;'those who can't do, *teach*&lt;/em&gt;' only made it worse because they already presumed that teachers are not '&lt;em&gt;smart'&lt;/em&gt; enough or good enough to teach their child( a factor contributing to the blaming game and also discourage the co-operation between parents-teachers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much pressure of getting their job done with insufficient time ( that includes finishing the syllabus) and also uncooperative parents(higher-ups too) could be too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;The public view of teaching as a &lt;em&gt;'low-class'&lt;/em&gt; profession and their lack of respect for teachers is very demoralising as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the fact that some teachers are not taking their job seriously cannot be denied, most of them have tried their best although the best might not be good enough( there are similarities between being a teacher and being a parent in a sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all trial and error in parenting. And it is the same trial and error principle used by teachers for teaching. After all, you wouldn't know what actually works before you try it, right? So, should the parents be so hard on the teachers who has been trying so hard, giving their everything when they made some minor mistakes? They are only human, just like you and me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one cannot expect teachers to sacrifice it all on one student (unlike in movies where teachers would even quit their job and sacrifice everything they have for the sake of the students)&lt;br /&gt;They also got their own family to support and mouth to feed!&lt;br /&gt;So, that kind of expectations might be rather selfish, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;It is not like they don't care about their students, but teaching some might prove to be quite a challenge (what's more with them being stubborn and unappreciative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being judgmental, parents should try to be more involved in the education of their children and offer their support as well as cooperation to the teachers. They could also give their opinions and ideas on how certain things can be improved. There won't be any good done by playing the blame game but by working together, so much can be done(in the positive light). And it's going to benefit everyone; parents, teachers and students&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-6747320530341135201?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/6747320530341135201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=6747320530341135201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/6747320530341135201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/6747320530341135201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-arent-saints.html' title='They aren&apos;t saints!'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-2681501174239504769</id><published>2007-05-22T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:40:38.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no Superman!</title><content type='html'>Hitting rock bottom...&lt;br /&gt;Doubts all over....&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the days of self-analyzing / self-criticising.&lt;br /&gt;I am my best/worst critic ( partly because I don't really care what other people say)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm very harsh on myself ( can't censor my own thoughts right!!?)&lt;br /&gt;I've always been that confident( if not over-confident) person, to the point that some might think that nothing could/would bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;But today's an exception;&lt;br /&gt;I've thoughts that I'm not being good enough;&lt;br /&gt;That I have a lot of flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before and during writing this post, I thought it's going to be a very long post, considering that I am really down today...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm even better than I could ever imagine;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already back on both my legs, standing tall !&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this post might seem like a bulls*** to you, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;It helped me to get over my 'depression'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides this post,I guess I have to thank a friend for the advice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'never think you don't deserve something after you've already put in the effort'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which led me to realizing the simple truth, which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By knowing and accepting this simple truth, I guess I've gotten&lt;br /&gt;over the &lt;em&gt;era of &lt;strong&gt;Great Depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-2681501174239504769?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/2681501174239504769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=2681501174239504769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2681501174239504769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2681501174239504769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-no-superman.html' title='I&apos;m no Superman!'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-1655711211414032093</id><published>2007-05-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:48:45.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daemon!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=100711"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=100711" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&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/7359586672861714727-1655711211414032093?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/1655711211414032093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=1655711211414032093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1655711211414032093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1655711211414032093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/daemon.html' title='Daemon!?'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-413227054077267919</id><published>2007-05-15T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:55:06.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Leakage</title><content type='html'>The current 'hot' issue is the leakage in Batu Gajah!!?&lt;br /&gt;Well, somehow, the leakage in Batu Gajah has caused problem to those as far as Jasin and Kinabatangan( wow, that ain't leakage, should be a flood instead =/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you in the dark about what I'm talking about, let me summarize it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with two MPs saying:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mana ada bocor? Batu Gajah bocor tiap-tiap bulan juga.(Where got leak? Batu Gajah leaks monthly too)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that statement caused a furore...(The &lt;em&gt;rakyat;&lt;/em&gt; both men and women, demanded an apology from the MPs involved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defence, the person(s) involved said:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What I meant by Batu Gajah leaks every month is urinating. It didn't have anything to do with women's &lt;strong&gt;kitar haid&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sparked even greater uproar from the &lt;em&gt;rakyat...&lt;/em&gt;( Do you think that we're that dim-witted to believe your excuse??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, he told the media:&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say anything about that. The media exaggerated it.(Referring to the first statement)&lt;br /&gt;So, Why do I have to apologize?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way I see it&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primary school student forgot/lazy to do his homework.(First statement that got him in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he didn't pass up his homework. When the teacher realized and asked him about it, he gave this excuse:&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, it's not my fault!! My dog ate my homework."&lt;br /&gt;(Second statement where he was giving the &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt; excuse, expecting the &lt;em&gt;rakyat &lt;/em&gt;to believe it. The teacher is the rakyat in &lt;strong&gt;the way I see it&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher didn't believe him, of course; and was infuriated.&lt;br /&gt;Sensing himself in trouble now, the student tried to deny everything and changing the story:&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, I already passed up my homework. Maybe when Ahmad carried it to the teacher's room, he dropped it. It's not my fault."&lt;br /&gt;(Third statement referred to his denial, blaming the media who &lt;em&gt;made up&lt;/em&gt; the whole story. In &lt;strong&gt;the way I see it&lt;/strong&gt;, Ahmad is the media.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the whole point of me writing this is not to talk about gender equality, but responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Both the MPs in the story actually have created quite a reputation for themselves prior to this; also with their insensitive and irresponsible remarks. (Strangely, no actions have been taken against them)&lt;br /&gt;And in this story, once again they are free from responsibility because the Batu Gajah MP filed a complaint a day after the remark is made( because the rules/system stated that the report must be made within three or four hours after the statement itself)&lt;br /&gt;And while writing this, it reminded me of the Klang MPs( building big houses without approval, and not to forget, having the money to build it with low monthly-salary) issue and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;close one eye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;issue.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to those people involved? Case closed? No actions taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MPs are considered the representatives of the &lt;em&gt;rakyat&lt;/em&gt; and therefore, have to show good example to the &lt;em&gt;rakyat. Leading by example, &lt;/em&gt;right? And one good example they can show is admitting their mistakes and taking up responsibilities for their actions/words. Everyone make mistakes; I'm sure the &lt;em&gt;rakyat &lt;/em&gt;understands that, too. If only the MPs were to apologize for what they said and ready to face the consequences, I'm positive the &lt;em&gt;rakyat&lt;/em&gt; would just forgive them and give them another chance.(And maybe even compliment them for admitting their mistakes, taking up responsibilities like an adult instead of acting like a primary school student)&lt;br /&gt;However, that is not what the MPs did. They gave excuses and even denying the facts to protect themselves(A selfish act indeed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is a great nation, and it is flourishing.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that the prosperity of our nation will not be held back by few irresponsible people.&lt;br /&gt;As the malay saying goes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all Malaysians, it is us who choose the MPs. So, take hints of all that is happening and choose the individuals that are really qualified and you have faith in to represent; to lead us, the &lt;em&gt;rakyat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-413227054077267919?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/413227054077267919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=413227054077267919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/413227054077267919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/413227054077267919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/monthly-leakage.html' title='Monthly Leakage'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-2776462001480819967</id><published>2007-05-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:29:10.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Excuse</title><content type='html'>Yea, you guessed it right!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too lazy to write, which explains why I post the personality test results instead.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you really want to hear my excuse, here you go :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't put my thoughts into words.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of thinking going in my mind, but somehow it's all jumbled up and it seemed as if there's no right way to write it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what some people call &lt;em&gt;'writer's block';&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet from what I know, &lt;em&gt;'writer's block'&lt;/em&gt; is a condition where you just can't think of what to write although you can actually write if you got any idea;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's the opposite;&lt;br /&gt;While I got a lot of ideas, I can't write it down.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you call this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I've found a way to turn my ideas into words, I guess you'd see a lot more of test results being posted instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-2776462001480819967?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/2776462001480819967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=2776462001480819967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2776462001480819967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2776462001480819967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-excuse.html' title='My Excuse'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-8176403383182973446</id><published>2007-05-13T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:09:20.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My True Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/RkgCER8QTUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yc0rF8qhwiA/s1600-h/blackenese.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064300053536984386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/RkgCER8QTUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yc0rF8qhwiA/s320/blackenese.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lee , your true color is Black!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-8176403383182973446?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/8176403383182973446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=8176403383182973446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/8176403383182973446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/8176403383182973446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-true-colour.html' title='My True Colour'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/RkgCER8QTUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yc0rF8qhwiA/s72-c/blackenese.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-6829396650703221758</id><published>2007-05-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:27:37.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big Thinkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four aspects that make up this personality type are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/RkSYOB8QTTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYDBnr-iMxU/s1600-h/big_thinker.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063339247878032690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/RkSYOB8QTTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYDBnr-iMxU/s320/big_thinker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of &lt;strong&gt;Big Thinkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outspoken, ingenious and bored by routine&lt;br /&gt;Look for opportunities and enjoy tackling problems head-on&lt;br /&gt;Think of themselves as talkative, curious and self-sufficient&lt;br /&gt;May neglect the routine work required to make their plans successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about &lt;strong&gt;Big Thinkers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Thinkers are always looking for the next big idea or opportunity. They're adept at spotting trends and thinking on their feet. Big Thinkers like to jump in and find innovative solutions to complex problems and are good at developing strategies for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the UK, Big Thinkers are most likely to book a holiday at short notice, according to a nationwide survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Thinkers are usually curious, logical and energetic. This chatty group enjoys a good debate and asserting their opinions. Sometimes others may find the way they express their ideas too abrupt or challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In situations where they can't use their talents or are unappreciated, Big Thinkers may be rude, critical of others or rebellious. Under extreme stress, Big Thinkers can become preoccupied with unimportant details and lose sight of the 'big picture'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Thinkers may ignore important details in their plans and overlook the impact their ideas have on the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Thinker Careers&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrepreneurial spirit of the Big Thinkers often leads them to seek new challenges; this is often more important to them than working in a particular field or a specific career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-6829396650703221758?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/6829396650703221758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=6829396650703221758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/6829396650703221758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/6829396650703221758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-personality.html' title='My personality!!?'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoyVP6tzFmA/RkSYOB8QTTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYDBnr-iMxU/s72-c/big_thinker.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-7622051631882427099</id><published>2007-05-09T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:30:53.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Taken</title><content type='html'>Everyone my age( that I know of ) is already in university/college; or going in soon.&lt;br /&gt;Taking up courses of interest in various fields.&lt;br /&gt;Each chasing after their dreams; their desires; their ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;The path that they have chosen, the one presumed to be the right one;&lt;br /&gt;The most suitable one...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, one can only see so far in the path they chose.&lt;br /&gt;And what lies beyond that is a mystery, known not by any.&lt;br /&gt;It is for us to seek it out on our own, a lifetime's adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can assure us of success.&lt;br /&gt;It is up to us to reach out for it;&lt;br /&gt;Through continuous process of self-improvement and self-enrichment.&lt;br /&gt;Yet at times, we might look back and think " &lt;em&gt;What if&lt;/em&gt; I took that path;&lt;br /&gt;Would my life be better than what it is right now"?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong of having such thoughts, just that one have to understand that at the particular time when they made their decisions, it is for the best( although that might not be the case)&lt;br /&gt;Life can only be lived once, and it is only special because of the choices we make; the mistakes we make.&lt;br /&gt;So, embrace it and be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;A quote from a friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Live with no excuse; Love with no regret&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-7622051631882427099?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/7622051631882427099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=7622051631882427099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/7622051631882427099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/7622051631882427099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/road-taken.html' title='The Road Taken'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-2942839571208932600</id><published>2007-05-08T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T06:10:50.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scholes's return was very meaningful too, although can someone tell me why the ginger genius tackles like a blindfolded kung fu trainee in heavy fog? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Read this on bbc website and found it rather(very) funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the future, I guess I'd be putting more quotes here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-2942839571208932600?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/2942839571208932600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=2942839571208932600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2942839571208932600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/2942839571208932600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotable.html' title='Quotable'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-1334231616850152308</id><published>2007-05-07T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:54:10.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>If you've made mistakes when writing, you can just erase it off or even tear the whole page and rewrite in a new page.&lt;br /&gt;That is for writing; but what about real life?&lt;br /&gt;Making mistakes are part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;What if you've done a lot of mistakes before and it's only now that you realize it?&lt;br /&gt;Some would say the hardest yet most important thing to do is to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, even if you've forgiven yourself for what you did and changed for the better, you can't change people's perception of you (can't blame them for that, though)&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't writing in a page of a book where you can tear off the page if you made mistakes and start over again in a new page (where people won't know the mistakes you've made)&lt;br /&gt;You're not the same person you were back then, but people would still have the impression of the '&lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;' you and remember the mistakes you did.&lt;br /&gt;Turned over a new leaf, but will they ever forgive you for your foolishness back then?&lt;br /&gt;And see you as the person you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of who you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;It is not that simple, but what you can do is to &lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt; and try &lt;strong&gt;not to repeat&lt;/strong&gt; the same mistakes again;&lt;br /&gt;And hope that one day, the people will realize you've changed and see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; as &lt;strong&gt;who you are&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;who you were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-1334231616850152308?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/1334231616850152308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=1334231616850152308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1334231616850152308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1334231616850152308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359586672861714727.post-1926807610153976580</id><published>2007-05-07T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:42:34.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venturing</title><content type='html'>One thing I've learnt recently, that is venturing out of my &lt;em&gt;'comfort zone'&lt;/em&gt; and experience new things(whether I like it or not)&lt;br /&gt;And only after I've been there; "&lt;em&gt;saw, heard, tasted, smelled&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;felt" &lt;/em&gt;should I decide whether I want to keep it or lose it&lt;br /&gt;And blogging would be an 'experience'&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359586672861714727-1926807610153976580?l=pen-or-sword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/feeds/1926807610153976580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359586672861714727&amp;postID=1926807610153976580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1926807610153976580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359586672861714727/posts/default/1926807610153976580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pen-or-sword.blogspot.com/2007/05/venturing.html' title='Venturing'/><author><name>Myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15723332277326245539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
