<?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-2951776577043842750</id><updated>2012-01-12T05:54:21.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Small Chilli's Hideout</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951776577043842750.post-2063509500049112407</id><published>2012-01-12T05:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:49:02.673Z</updated><title type='text'>#ChurpChurp is microblogging. 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Have a say on a brand u love in 140 characters.'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-3856050925326730925</id><published>2010-03-10T02:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:25:08.232Z</updated><title type='text'>当Mettā 被误解的时候。。。矛盾。</title><content type='html'>今天是一个很矛盾的日子。有很开心的事，日子接近尾声的时候也有伤心的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有个朋友，算是和我 ‘短绝’了朋友关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你会说，哎呀又不是失恋，何必伤心呢？朋友罢了嘛。。。你还有很多啊。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这位朋友，说来话长，对她了解其实不太深。。。起初觉得她很像个开心果，很可爱，后来久了，发现很难了解她，甚至有时和他沟通时，会因为她的漫不经心态度感到有些不适，所以对她的好感也少了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为一些错中复杂的事，我们之间发生了一些误会。我感觉很内疚，也曾向她道歉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为，她还是一个我值得交往的朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她起初寄了生日祝福给我，其实心里真的很高兴。但因为最近的误会，我不知如何答复。最后鼓起勇气答复她时，却发现她已把祝福删除了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我去了她的facebook网页留言说谢谢。。。在那里。。。 我也看见她的最新留言：&lt;br /&gt;“少了个朋友，心里也开心点。，，” 我不多想，就不理了。后来由于一时的好奇我又回去看看，发现我为她留下的留言，也被她立即删除了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许是我敏感，可是我能感觉她指的那位，就是我。因为上几回遇见她时，都感觉她和我说话时的态度很不自在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;觉得有点惊讶。。。为什么呢？我做错了什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很伤心。毕竟她是个朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寄了电话短讯给他。我说这样我很伤心，因为我是真的看待她为朋友，虽然最近我们发生误会。我也祝福她安宁，快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来得到的回讯，她说她很开心，我的祝福比较像是"sarcasm". 她又说她很开心，因为她有很多很“真实”的朋友和家人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灰心。原来我的好意，对她来说，只是一句台词，我的面孔，在他眼中只是一个面具。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么会这样？ :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metta is love. loving-kindness. why is that you wish people peace and happiness they call u sarcastic???? WHY??????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-3856050925326730925?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/3856050925326730925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=3856050925326730925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/3856050925326730925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/3856050925326730925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2010/03/metta.html' title='当Mettā 被误解的时候。。。矛盾。'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-8167574684092216854</id><published>2010-01-27T07:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:31:35.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>There is no past&lt;br /&gt;THere is no future&lt;br /&gt;Now is present&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-8167574684092216854?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/8167574684092216854/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951776577043842750.post-8028875501155862872</id><published>2010-01-14T11:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:06:15.411Z</updated><title type='text'>my personal DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="&lt;a href=" k="GWKpoWVwfarHOOf-CH-ADAAA-b400&amp;amp;t="Faithful+Experiencer"&gt;http://personaldna.com/t/?k=GWKpoWVwfarHOOf-CH-ADAAA-b400&amp;amp;t=Faithful+Experiencer&lt;/a&gt;"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="&lt;a href=" k="GWKpoWVwfarHOOf-CH-ADAAA-b400&amp;amp;t="Faithful+Experiencer"&gt;http://personaldna.com/h/?k=GWKpoWVwfarHOOf-CH-ADAAA-b400&amp;amp;t=Faithful+Experiencer&lt;/a&gt;"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an Experiencer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your inquisitive nature, imagination, and hands-on practicality make you an EXPERIENCER.&lt;br /&gt;Although you have an active imagination, you also concern yourself with the functional elements of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to experiment to find things that work the most efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;Getting stuck in certain habits is boring to you—you'd rather find new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly, experiences are more important to you than objects—you'd rather spend your money and energy on events and adventures than on material things.&lt;br /&gt;You like to contemplate a lot of options before making a decision, and you're willing and able to consider a lot of different angles to problems.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to suggestions, and often rely on others to assess the merit of those suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;You have an ability to see the big picture—not just how things are, but how they could be—in a variety of situations.&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith that your imagination and practicality will complement each other, and lead to good decisions on your part.&lt;br /&gt;Take the initiative in seeking things out—don't wait for them to come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how you relate to others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Faithful&lt;br /&gt;Your trust in others, respect for tradition, and caring nature make you FAITHFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining a few intimate relationships is more important to you than knowing a lot of people, and you share a lot with your close friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have managed to get close to you value your camaraderie, and they know that they can trust you with anything; you're a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;While you can usually see several sides of an argument, you often have a strong opinion as to which side is correct—the order of things is usually clear to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your perspective on the world is based on careful observation, and you know a lot about how people feel in—and react to—many situations.&lt;br /&gt;Your exploration of others' feelings has led you to believe that although people generally act appropriately, having clear social rules is very important to a functional society.&lt;br /&gt;Time alone for reflection is important to you—you are introspective and aware of your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Faithful is as faithful does—you expect those with whom you are close to be loyal to you, and you take betrayal of your trust very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the alternate perspectives that you understand may have more value than you give them credit for—keep in mind that right and wrong aren't always so clear-cut.&lt;br /&gt;While you are able to reap the benefits of your time alone, and may see interacting with a lot of people as more tiring than exciting, remember that there is a lot to be learned from experiencing things and not just reflecting on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-8028875501155862872?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/8028875501155862872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=8028875501155862872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8028875501155862872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8028875501155862872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-personal-dna.html' title='my personal DNA'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-6844964170015235985</id><published>2010-01-07T22:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:21:40.119Z</updated><title type='text'>why? 我心中的呐喊</title><content type='html'>Why do i do the same mistakes again and again? have i got no self control at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just tell myself that i will be more confident with myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i make people's life more miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am frustrated... i wanna get out of this rut... i dont want to continue to be in this state of self pity... worthlessness... i want to be confident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself to be positive.... but why do i fall back again to the grey mode, so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something, its ruining myself, it's ruining my relationship with ppl around me.... i need to do something before it's too late!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-6844964170015235985?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/6844964170015235985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=6844964170015235985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/6844964170015235985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/6844964170015235985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='why? 我心中的呐喊'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-2234282530594501562</id><published>2010-01-07T20:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:37:21.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in God?</title><content type='html'>Am i spiritual? or... am i spiritual enough?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suppose sometimes, when i am calmer, i am more aware of  the surroundings, when i am neutral, i am spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are times, when i am feeling stressed, uneasy, easily irritated, upset for minor reasons... i think about negative things... that is when the spirituality in me is nowhere to be found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final med is a tough year... and time and time again i lose my spiritual side... (i think) as a result, the frequency of 'unhappy events' are higher as compared to previous years... today, i met Ben, he is like one of our tutor in the CSI, he was reminding me that its very important for us to keep a strong sense of spirituality deep within us, and also to believe in god in times of hardships...he asked me, "Do you believe in the powerful one up there? He is always beside you to help you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied, "yes, of course... and i do believe that he takes many forms to remind us/take care of us... as an example, he sends people to help us/ take care of us. That is how he reaches us.. and i believe, within everyone of us, there is a god, to lead us the way in our lives....hmm, perhaps he sent u to me today to remind me, to be strong inside!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to my 'fluctuating spirituality', i believe that is a sign that i have not trained my mind well enough... as a result of lack of 'spiritual exercise', i let myself go astray with negative thoughts many times a day... as a result, i frequently think of giving up when things get tough, i get depressed when things do not turn out as planned, i get mad/angry when i could not get things done in time, i feel lousy, and ugly, sometimes a little stupid... all of these are good indicators, signifying that i need to be more alert n keep more in touch with my spiritual side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to end this post with a shout out (taken from my friend, Alicia's facebook shoutout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No other person can make you feel beautiful. You give all these things to yourself by growing as a person and changing the way to talk to yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said, cili padi, stay strong...you can make things happen! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-2234282530594501562?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/2234282530594501562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=2234282530594501562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/2234282530594501562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/2234282530594501562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-believe-in-god.html' title='Do you believe in God?'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-3944638624106647296</id><published>2009-11-24T22:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:42:02.018Z</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella and the Med Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxfd5XkIlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RRDKc0mGHjQ/s1600/P1040886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407802219785626194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxfd5XkIlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RRDKc0mGHjQ/s320/P1040886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't laugh at me, but i do have to admit that i have had a lot of 'magical' thoughts since i was a young girl... one of the fairy tales that lives in me indefinitely, is the story of Cinderella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SwxgQO7-vUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lAU68xevR6w/s1600/P1040928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803084568968514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SwxgQO7-vUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lAU68xevR6w/s320/P1040928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always dreamed about how it will be like to dress up for a night and to attend a ball, meeting the prince charming there, dance together and have an unforgettable night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SwxgPgA59oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qt1vYb-ZrmA/s1600/14545_185986138747_726433747_2929768_3495961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803071973160578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SwxgPgA59oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qt1vYb-ZrmA/s320/14545_185986138747_726433747_2929768_3495961_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 'dream came true' last friday, 20th November 2009 was the first time i attended a ball. It was a medical faculty ball organised by UCC (University College Cork).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxg-WDZWHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sKrCCmObIZo/s1600/P1040923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803876753102962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxg-WDZWHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sKrCCmObIZo/s320/P1040923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although things weren't as fancy as what i imagined... but it turned out to be quite good. This is a night, which i will never forget. Ps: Thanks Mr. Lim ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxg-6pKEYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eifMSTp4qKY/s1600/P1040906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803886575161730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxg-6pKEYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eifMSTp4qKY/s320/P1040906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Carpe Diem : Cherish the moment ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-3944638624106647296?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/3944638624106647296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=3944638624106647296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/3944638624106647296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/3944638624106647296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2009/11/cinderella-and-med-ball.html' title='Cinderella and the Med Ball'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/Swxfd5XkIlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RRDKc0mGHjQ/s72-c/P1040886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951776577043842750.post-8521954212302037275</id><published>2009-04-23T22:41:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:47:30.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to fly, Little Dandelion!</title><content type='html'>It was Hong Tak's previous visit to Galway. Due to excessive boredom from too much of studying, he suggested 'out of the blue' that we watch an episode of Doraemon (the blue, round, earless robotic cat, pictured below) on the internet. I believe many of us had at least read the Doraemon comic or watched the cartoon once in our lifetime, during childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNFj708njI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WUvdSudGH_Q/s1600-h/doraemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNFj708njI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WUvdSudGH_Q/s320/doraemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328679267766935090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Doraemon {{fairuse}} ©[http://www.fujiko-pro.co.jp/ Fujiko-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ro], [http://www.shogakukan.co.jp/ Shogakukan] and [http://www.tv-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;asahi.co.jp/ TV Asahi].)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to admit that have i watched quite a great deal of Doraemon cartoons and comic. However, i could hardly recall vividly, any of the stories depicted (poor memory..LOL) .... except for a story i read in one of the comics during my primary school period. It was about the story of Nobita following the life of a dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... the synopsis of the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One fine day, Nobita and Doraemon was cleaning up the room. Nobita spotted a plant (the dandelion) growing inside his empty glass aquarium. He planned to throw the plant away but was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNZpGrg1OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KvWrmq83QqE/s1600-h/dandelion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNZpGrg1OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KvWrmq83QqE/s200/dandelion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328701346812056802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;stopped by Doraemon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  Anyway, Doraemon, as usual, introduced a very cool pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ce o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;f tool to Nobita, and thus he was able to 'interact' with and 'befriended' the dandelion. Nobita became propective and curious about the plant, observing i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;t day by day, until the day it evolved into a beautiful, flower head covere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;d with many 'baby' parachutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNMuFWf93I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SPNsmcurRD4/s1600-h/800px-Boise_Dandelion_04262003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNMuFWf93I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SPNsmcurRD4/s320/800px-Boise_Dandelion_04262003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328687138703669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    Then the time came when the wind came blowing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;nd the 'babies' took flight with the strong wind, spinning courageously in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the air, leaving their 'beloved mother' behind, to pursu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;e their destiny while exploring the world around them. The first gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sh of wind brought all of the baby dandelions away, except for one tiny little 'baby', very attached and very reluctant to leave its mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    "I'm afraid!!! I don't want to leave you, mother! I want to stay here with you..." the young dandelion cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Don't be afraid, my dear child. You have to be strong, you have to be brave. You should join your brothers and sisters. Look! They are all flying happily in the air, exploring the beautiful world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNUvbnZVSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zVL9JAgzjqI/s1600-h/HalfSeeded-Dandelion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNUvbnZVSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zVL9JAgzjqI/s200/HalfSeeded-Dandelion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328695957953008930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But I don't want to leave you, I feel safe here. I'm afraid to go away all by myself!", the young one protested. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  "My dear child, before I settled here, I was once y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;oung like you. I join my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;s and sisters, we left our mother (your grandmother) beside the train station, we flew bravely in the air, and then we parted and took our own journey. I went to many different place, i saw the most beautiful sights on earth....and at night, when it was cold and lonely, I would settle down and rest on top of the roof, accompanied by the bright, beautiful 'Grandma Moon'. Then for my final destination, I settled in a glass aquarium in Nobita's room. And now i am happy to have you here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNUvo0ZJVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ni2ncox4bWc/s1600-h/Dandelionemptystem3800ppx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNUvo0ZJVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ni2ncox4bWc/s200/Dandelionemptystem3800ppx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328695961497183570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;     "Wow.... mother, your experience was really exciting. After listening to your story, I am not afraid anymore! When the next gush of wind comes, I will be brave and take flight, to explore the beautiful world outside!" exclaimed the young one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Within seconds, another gush of strong wind came by, the young da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNaIFkjvoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xZ7Bmc9gdKc/s1600-h/Photos-photos_1088103921_Floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNaIFkjvoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xZ7Bmc9gdKc/s400/Photos-photos_1088103921_Floating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328701879090396802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ndelion spunned gracefully in the sky, happily bidding farewell to its mother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course, Nobita followed the whole process of the dandelion's life. He then summed up enough courage to join the Big bully Giant and and smug boy (Shinyu) in a baseball game which he is always afraid to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in watching the animation of the story? Click on the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/j9-ZFgZz-_w/"&gt;http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/j9-ZFgZz-_w/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retold story may not be 100% accurate, but that is the gist i think is valuable to share. I find this story, simple, yet deeply inspiring and touching. It unfolded many lessons and facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember back in the time where i first settled down at Taylor's College Subang Jaya, i was very reluctant and afraid to leave my coccoon. Furthermore, to leave the accountancy course in matriculation and pursue medicine in KL was an abrupt decision i made on the day i left. I cried, i was unsure of the future, i felt helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and daddy called to check if i was settling well. I could not recall the exact conversation but there was a sentence which still rings in my head, everytime i feel afraid (even until now). Mummy said, "Li Liang, i know you are a very strong girl and you will be OK. We (everyone at home) will always be here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, her words still come back to me, when the going gets tough. That is how i motivate and reassure myself when i feel afraid at this foreign land. I think in a way, it has evolved into an inner motto i constantly have in my mind when things get really challenging. I think daddy and mummy has done a great deal to provide a very secure base for us all, independent and strong enough to pursue the challenges in our life, yet having a very safe haven to turn to when we needed the extra support. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not really discussed much about the lessons i learnt from the story i shared above. Perhaps my dear readers, would you reflect and ponder what the little plant in the story has taught us all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-8521954212302037275?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/8521954212302037275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=8521954212302037275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8521954212302037275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8521954212302037275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dare-to-fly-little-dandelion.html' title='Dare to fly, Little Dandelion!'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SfNFj708njI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WUvdSudGH_Q/s72-c/doraemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951776577043842750.post-4352722557879454442</id><published>2009-02-27T13:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:43:39.816Z</updated><title type='text'>The Five Love Languages</title><content type='html'>I was told by a friend last week, that the expression of love, or known as the 'love languages' comes in 5 different forms..it may differ for every individual in terms of preference of using and receiving the type of love language.. i was curious and started to look for more clues with regards to this matter, and i found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of affirmation&lt;br /&gt;Quality time&lt;br /&gt;Receiving gifts&lt;br /&gt;Acts of Service&lt;br /&gt;Physical Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those listed above are the five major types of love languages.&lt;br /&gt;I think the headings are pretty much self-explanatory. I know, they may seem very 'cliche', but common things being common, common things are often neglected and taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, for every relationship, it takes a combination of all of them to ensure an effective communication. It is actually easy to achieve all of the above, what we need is just a little bit more of mindfulness and empathy towards the people who we care about. Hence, as different independent beings as we are, it is not impossible if the other person prefers a different type of love language as us... should we pay more attention to their needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do we just express our care using the language that we are comfortable using and expect that the other party would somehow be a 'psychic' and feel it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-4352722557879454442?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/4352722557879454442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=4352722557879454442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/4352722557879454442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/4352722557879454442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-love-languages.html' title='The Five Love Languages'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-5806615655716440477</id><published>2009-01-04T23:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:36:47.441Z</updated><title type='text'>悄悄地，他走了。。。</title><content type='html'>他走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在12月31日的那个下午，他放下了一切，离开我们，离开这充满喜怒哀乐的世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿公，希望你现在过得较好。我会努力，做个有用的人，尽力照顾家里的每个人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-5806615655716440477?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/5806615655716440477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=5806615655716440477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/5806615655716440477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/5806615655716440477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='悄悄地，他走了。。。'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-2356566862699901914</id><published>2008-11-14T23:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:02:28.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lonely?</title><content type='html'>The feeling of loneliness strikes each and everyone of us every now and then. Is it true that if you are all by yourself, you are lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently, some people may feel lonely even when they are surrounded by many people; and to be frank, sometimes i feel even more lonely when there are people around me, as compared to when i am all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought about the fact that, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we come to this world alone, and we are going to leave this world alone.&lt;/span&gt; No matter how much we enjoy company of those whom we love (or vice versa), they are not going to be there for us, forever.  Hence, i think it is absolutely important to be independent and self-sufficient in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, had been 'alone' all this while, and yet, sometimes we do not feel 'lonely'. Perhaps, it is the state of mind that controls an individual's perception of 'loneliness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you feel 'lonely', maybe just ask yourself, maybe it's just the feeling of 'emptiness' rather than 'loneliness'. As a suggestion, when that feeling comes, maybe it is good to just do things for 'me' or 'myself', do things that you genuinely enjoy, or just purely focus on the 'good' things that had happened to you. You may realise that, 'Hey, actually i am not that lonely!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-2356566862699901914?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/2356566862699901914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=2356566862699901914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/2356566862699901914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/2356566862699901914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-lonely.html' title='Feeling lonely?'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-7331855109962628132</id><published>2008-10-21T18:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:55:27.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Soup for My Soul - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay.... i have been very busy with paediatrics posting lately... fifth year is really a demanding time where we need to cover various new subspecialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, continue with my observation about the changes i noticed last summer, when i was back in Tangkak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person i would like to talk about is grandpa, (ah gong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, i have never really sit down and spoke to him, however i could only remember tagging along with him when he goes out for his coffee breaks with his gang...years go by and now i am 23, ah gong is 81, ah gong is not feeling well, extremely thin, compared to last year, before i leave for Galway for the first time. I could still remember the day when i was back in Tangkak (June 2008), I could not stand but cry seeing him in pain, he was relatively fit, strong, and well nourished last year, before i left; after a year, he was frail, weak, helpless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can go bad, really bad...there is no running away from morbid sickness...I could see him suffer, but there is just so little thing that i could do to ease his pain. To see his condition deteriorate day-by-day really eats me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liang, I'm really very happy that you all (us, his grandchildren n children) are here to fetch me up and down for treatment...also thank you for spending time having breakfast with me, i really don't know how to cope if you guys are not around..." that was one of the best thing i've heard from him, when i almost leaving for Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also remember the feeling of the hug he gave me in Assunta Hospital, when he thought that he may never see me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he is doing well now...I would really want to go for breakfast with him again next year summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings i spent with him for breakfast, all those memories, are being kept safely in my 'Treasure Chest of Fond memories'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be well and happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-7331855109962628132?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/7331855109962628132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=7331855109962628132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/7331855109962628132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/7331855109962628132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicken-soup-for-my-soul-part-2.html' title='Chicken Soup for My Soul - Part 2'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-3855493126571230089</id><published>2008-08-28T17:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:28:37.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Soup for My Soul</title><content type='html'>Time to leave some trail of thoughts in this humble little space...before my restless mind forgets the good things and lessons i learnt earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of posts on this blog is not that high, but in actual fact, its a sanctuary i've created for myself (perhaps also for my dearest daddy, mommy, sisters and brother, wherever they will be). When i first started this blog, i told myself, i want to make this blog a very happy, positive blog. A place where i can feel good visiting, whether i am writing up new posts, or i am just merely reading them when my spirits go low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Tangkak for almost 3 months, i went through another journey of 'self-rediscovery' (i call it self-rediscovery because i think everyone experiences this many many times in their lives, conciously or subconciously)...as well as those who are closest to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i observed a lot of changes, to the young and old ones around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma has certainly mellowed down alot..she doesn't nag so much anymore, she laughs much more easily, but of course tears well up pretty fast in her eyes too if something touches her heart. Still, the strong type A personality in her (the same thing i see in Daddy) is still observable when she talks and does her stuffs. Full of passion and competitive spirit, part of the reason that drives me going when i think of them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----To be continued------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-3855493126571230089?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/3855493126571230089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=3855493126571230089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/3855493126571230089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/3855493126571230089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicken-soup-for-my-soul.html' title='Chicken Soup for My Soul'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-8986639707617440481</id><published>2008-06-17T11:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:23:12.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>不要放弃！</title><content type='html'>我不想放弃，可是我真的很害怕。&lt;br /&gt;我不想放弃，可是我开始感觉累了。&lt;br /&gt;我不想放弃，因为我不想在以后有所遗憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么办？如果你是我，你会怎么做呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-8986639707617440481?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/8986639707617440481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=8986639707617440481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8986639707617440481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8986639707617440481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='不要放弃！'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-1371455134669529897</id><published>2008-06-16T15:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:31:44.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Replay of a familiar event. Deja vu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Year: 1989&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Mamak coffee shop at Jalan Sialang, Tangkak&lt;br /&gt;People involved: 阿公，丽凉 (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 3/4/5 years old (i never remembered what my age was then), neither did i know阿公's age then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember clearly, almost every morning, after my struggle to finish the bottle of tasteless milk, i would patiently wait for 阿公to come back from the cocoa plantation. Tagging along with him to the coffee shop beside 四公's shop is my daily favourite activity. As usual, 阿公would order a cup of kopi O' and he would light his cigarette and start chatting with other adults. Usually other granduncles, most of the time will be next door's 2nd granduncle with his granddaugther (whom i used to call Wei Nee, my love-hate, frienemy, playmate:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a routine for almost every weekdays. When daddy and mummy are off to school, as well as jie jie and ko ko (at that time, i call them by name now, i am not sure why...) first of all, he would choose his favourite table and seat, usually the first one from the entrance, beside the fridge. Once the coffee reaches the table, he would separate the saucer from the cup, pour a minute amount of coffee on the saucer just to clean it, and then he would pour a slightly larger amount of coffee from the cup into the saucer. Then, he would lightly put the teaspoon together with the saucer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sip of the coffee was often not to my liking. Hot. Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as i drank on, the drink always get sweeter and cooler, and i would make sure that i finish whatever that was poured onto the saucer. As usual, before i get the chance to ask for more coffee on my saucer, 阿公had long finished his portion of coffee in the cup, and he would ask to leave. Guess i took very long time to 'savour' my coffee then :) I used to wonder how he (阿公) could be so fast, finishing the coffee while busily chatting with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to finish, 阿公would reward me with a piece of sweet, for being obedient and not running around in the coffee shop. Later, he would drive his old, beige-coloured hashback car and i would always sit at the backseat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Year: 2008&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Mamak coffee shop at Jalan Sialang, Tangkak.&lt;br /&gt;People involved: 阿公，丽凉 (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the same shop again this morning. Some things remained, some things had changed. The management had changed. Different boss, different cooks, different helpers. 阿公is 81. I am 23, all grown up. I no longer hold his hand. The arrangment of the shop was a little bit different, new furnitures admixed amongst the old cashier and roti canai making table. We sat in the inner part of the shop. He did not order Kopi O' anymore. Instead, he asked for Milo kosong, i asked for a teh tarik. The drink was no longer served in a plate with saucer, they came in transparent, larger glasses. I was no longer the small quiet girl busy sipping the drink on the saucer. Instead, i was actively participating in the conversation with people around grandpa (i did not know who they were, but i do know the conversation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we finished our drinks, i drove 阿公home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many changes, however, going out with 阿公to that shop brings back a lot of fond memories, which i would like to cherish and revisit again and again in future. Perhaps, that little curious girl in me is still very alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-1371455134669529897?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/1371455134669529897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=1371455134669529897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/1371455134669529897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/1371455134669529897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/06/replay-of-familiar-event-deja-vu.html' title='Replay of a familiar event. Deja vu.'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-5352123440845269917</id><published>2008-06-10T09:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:46:05.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness 幸福... Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's a continuation to the previous post i wrote about the simple essense of happiness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210167994157796898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE48L5_ijiI/AAAAAAAAABc/a1ZBQ_V3ln8/s320/1_172087269l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be able to have a steamboat party with the big happy family in Tangkak... All the familiar faces since primary and secondary school made great effort to turn up and meet up together after all these years. They also made sure that my departure to Ireland was a happy one... love 'em! It was a good night with good food and good fun.. (too bad for Ah Qwang who wanted to join so badly but just couldn't make it..)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210167998403609906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE48MJz0hTI/AAAAAAAAABk/QJ34l4tsNXM/s320/1_251871702l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the abundance and variety of food Shu Fang and her family prepared for us all! The picture explains it all! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Views from my Glen Dara old room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210172112670950402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE4_7opmBAI/AAAAAAAAABs/-CqFQvqtsHE/s320/P1000717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During summer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210175127506693810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE5CrHycrrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dnxDiA8hLIU/s320/P1000830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During winter - it rarely snows in galway... they say the last time it snowed was 4 years ago. The sight of the Galway houses dusted by snow flakes is my favourite! Simply beautiful :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, i survived the challenging weather in Galway, Ireland :P winter was tough, but we managed it pretty well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Taujin's visit to Ireland! The best thing that have ever happened to me in Ireland for all these challenging months... is to have Jeannie flying in all the way from Tokushima, Japan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the car before we embarked upon the wonderful road trip downsouth-Dublin-Galway. The 'orange' man Jitti is another person that i want to thank a million times for making all these stuffs possible. He was our great cook, alert driver, funny companion and big sponsor to the crazy Gan sisters throughout Jeannie's visit to Ireland. Things could not be better without his presence :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210183345334768994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE5KJdlV1WI/AAAAAAAAACE/G05QLwcJScg/s320/P1000719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210183345556133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE5KJeaHlQI/AAAAAAAAACM/OjfjXzhj0Ds/s320/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210183347647501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE5KJmMvU4I/AAAAAAAAACU/VPtpBYeWRG8/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cliffs of Moher - the cold and strong winds could not stop us from taking various wacky pictures!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210183353133061506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE5KJ6omVYI/AAAAAAAAACc/hEY3UpL6iWY/s320/P1010277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to leave behind some beautiful footprints in the Guiness Stout Brewery, Dublin, Ireland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-5352123440845269917?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/5352123440845269917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=5352123440845269917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/5352123440845269917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/5352123440845269917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness-part-2.html' title='Happiness 幸福... Part 2'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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://bp1.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/SE48L5_ijiI/AAAAAAAAABc/a1ZBQ_V3ln8/s72-c/1_172087269l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951776577043842750.post-1461006933880263351</id><published>2008-03-09T00:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:32:19.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(23+1) x 365!</title><content type='html'>wow... time flies. I am 23 now. So fast. I am really a big girl now. Or should i say, I am a 'lady' now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still so many things i have not achieved in this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i do, had many other achievements...quite many that i personally feel that i should be proud of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an early birthday celebration at Tulsi (indian restaurant here in Galway) yesterday. Esther put in a lot of effort organising the whole thing.... i was in fact, quite touched by what they all did for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-1461006933880263351?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/1461006933880263351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=1461006933880263351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/1461006933880263351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/1461006933880263351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/03/231-x-365.html' title='(23+1) x 365!'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-6748187112548926352</id><published>2008-02-05T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:17:35.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Living Buddha... have u ever seen any?</title><content type='html'>I once saw a personal msn message my friend left, “睁大眼睛看，我们身边其实有很多活菩萨。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... when i spend some time and ponder about what he said, i do agree with him. This week alone, i have seen a few, and i know these people, they are just like anyone of us, they live and work in the same community as i do, and the nice small things that they did made big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm blessed, I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the friend who cared enough to send me the new year card packed with all the positive encouragement. As well as the small booklet. It was more than a normal chinese new year card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Thanks to Mr. Ben (who won't be seeing this, haha) for giving so much help to each and every student in my class. I really respect his dedication and kindness. It is rare to see someone who is so willing to take the extra mile to help those that are lost (us 4MB2 students). All the advice and tutorials to make sure everyone gets everything right. He said this in the mail he sent to the class...which i find, very inspirational..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Learning is a life long experience, but always remember that you are a special person, you have something to contribute; only you can do it. You have within you the ability to be successful in life; don't let situations or any difficulties destroy your future. You are destined to be a winner&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my dear family. I don't need to look so far for any fairy god mother or living Buddha, they have been there, sheltering me all along, even when i am in this foreign land, i felt safe, because i know, no matter how far i go, they will be there for me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase of the day, "Count your blessings!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-6748187112548926352?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/6748187112548926352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=6748187112548926352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/6748187112548926352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/6748187112548926352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/02/living-buddha-have-u-ever-seen-any.html' title='Living Buddha... have u ever seen any?'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-5468726453979974428</id><published>2008-01-23T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:18:16.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Discipline Check</title><content type='html'>Hm....seems like i have been procrastinating a lot lately..I have typed so many drafts, for this blog to finally come up with this post...&lt;br /&gt;Got very lazy since the Christmas break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have i NOT done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uploading and maintenance of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Practice of Tai Chi...rarely exercise lately, and i could proudly declare that i have successfully gained (ahem, unhealthy) weight.&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up before 9 am.&lt;br /&gt;- Study for Exams...my goodness, i have 2 pathology MCQs to sit for next week. One more pathology final paper at end of February, One surgical paper, and one more medicine paper...&lt;br /&gt;- I still owe 2 detailed surgery posting reports!&lt;br /&gt;- Not to forget, MIME (medical informatics) questionnaire, statistical data, and report+presentation.&lt;br /&gt;- Cleaning the house...the kitchen is choatic, the corridors are dusty, the living room is messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have i been doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Facebook..Facebook.. and Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep late (3am earliest?), Wake up late (11am earliest?)&lt;br /&gt;- Downloads...songs, movies, whatever crap i can think of...&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting there.. stoning, do nothing...&lt;br /&gt;- Think basically i spent too much time in front of the computer...&lt;br /&gt;- And the list can go on for many crappy stuffs which i dare not even declare now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... i need to start somewhere. There is no point blaming the weather for my failure to carry out any plans. Honestly speaking, i did not set any new year resolution this year, knowing that i have the tendency to postpone them all.... well, maybe i should just start to 'Shut up and Do it', someone told me this before, thanks very much, somehow it stayed there and become the small voice inside me. I have to admit, i am way too lazy and things are not going to be good if i go on this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cili padi, HURRY up! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt; Buck up! March up! You know your responsibilities and you need to work to achieve your dreams (you very well know what it is!) ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-5468726453979974428?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/5468726453979974428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=5468726453979974428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/5468726453979974428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/5468726453979974428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/01/discipline-check.html' title='Discipline Check'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-124781148293613797</id><published>2008-01-20T13:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:57:43.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a SPIRITUAL person?</title><content type='html'>I could still remember, the first time when i joined the Buddhist Society in IMU, Bukit Jalil. The advisor, Professor Hla (a very nice teacher from Burma), asked us a question, "Are you a spiritual person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, being spiritual, does it mean that you are very religious? Do you, believe strongly in the existence of your GOD, and hence, you pray hard and follow all the 'rules' set by a religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person can be very religious, they know everything about a religion, they know the precise methods of praying, they know the actual ways to perform certain rites...but then again, are they really spiritual? In my opinion, also, a person can be very spiritual, even when they have no religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this day, i could still not precisely define what the word 'spiritual' means. I checked up the meaning of spirituality, in Wikipedia, and there was this long explanation... which I did not fully agree with.. but i do agree with the concept that it is 'subjective'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it important to be spiritual? Yes! I do think it is an absolutely essential element in our lives. In this material world, where physical needs and enjoyment are often prioritized, i frequently doubt the existence of spirituality in people around me. I ask myself again and again sometimes, do these people connect with their "spiritual" side? I do often ask myself, "Am I in touch with my spiritual side?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-124781148293613797?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/124781148293613797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=124781148293613797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/124781148293613797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/124781148293613797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-spiritual-person.html' title='Are you a SPIRITUAL person?'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-8166303731737993600</id><published>2007-12-29T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:34:31.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Happiness 幸福... Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone defines happiness differently. How do you define them in your own context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a few seconds thinking about it and let me know in the comments section ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a warm up, I have a few pictorial representation of heart warming happiness, that i would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 1: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149182701067730898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WSYpS6f9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xgzCaW9LQ7A/s320/Picture(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rice cooker nia... what is so special about it? See below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149183083319820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WSu5S6f-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IhKAnv2Sh6w/s320/Picture(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is all full of goodies... Emperor Chicken Herbs, Bakuteh Herbs, Greens, Vitamin C, etc. etc....I got the parcel on Christmas Eve 2007, guess this is the best present I had received so far :) 里面装的都是满满的爱心。爸爸妈妈，还有丽莹丽芳的努力和关心，我全部都能感觉得到。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149184779831902194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WURpS6f_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6No1DqTAF_s/s400/Picture(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;07 December 2007, afternoon. It was raining, wet. Unexpectedly, this beautiful arch outside of my Gleann Dara house caught my eye, before I leave for grocery shopping in town. I have to admit, it was really, a breathtaking sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WWiZS6gAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/c7FWbZvmjY0/s1600-h/Picture(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149187266617966594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WWiZS6gAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/c7FWbZvmjY0/s320/Picture(20).jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Became this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WWiZS6gBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8AUEjscOZmU/s1600-h/Picture(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149187266617966610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WWiZS6gBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8AUEjscOZmU/s320/Picture(38).jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 1st September 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started with a long wait at Dr. Chong's clinic, then 4 healthy premolar extractions, followed by 4 miniscrew implants (all painful and bloody), more long waits, more travels to-and-fro (KL-Tangkak-KL) on weekends, recurrent gum abcesses + ulcers, antibiotics!, endless thorough toothbrushing everyday, for 10 months. Treatment was not all perfect nor complete, but the removal of the 4 miniscrews, and the Damon braces was absolutely relieving. No more braces!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WcfZS6gCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qr5uv4IX3kA/s1600-h/P1000234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149193812148125730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WcfZS6gCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qr5uv4IX3kA/s200/P1000234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WcgJS6gDI/AAAAAAAAABE/rQqbqH1f3W8/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149193825033027634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WcgJS6gDI/AAAAAAAAABE/rQqbqH1f3W8/s200/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great companion&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3Wcg5S6gEI/AAAAAAAAABM/ELuxOZAExFs/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149193837917929538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3Wcg5S6gEI/AAAAAAAAABM/ELuxOZAExFs/s200/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picturesque scenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a holiday trip :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-8166303731737993600?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/8166303731737993600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=8166303731737993600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8166303731737993600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/8166303731737993600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2007/12/happiness-part-1.html' title='Happiness 幸福... Part 1'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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://bp3.blogger.com/_yzLkIThWxVI/R3WSYpS6f9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xgzCaW9LQ7A/s72-c/Picture(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2951776577043842750.post-4538124121046078456</id><published>2007-12-10T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:56:59.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Cry of The Sea</title><content type='html'>This is the lyric of the English Version of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;张惠妹- 听海&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;。I stumbled upon this song on Youtube..really nice cover by a girl, Julia Abueva (11 years-old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry of The Sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me I want to know&lt;br /&gt;the colours of the sea&lt;br /&gt;The sea that holds in its arms each passing night&lt;br /&gt;Colours of grey and blue&lt;br /&gt;Please share with me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my mind wanders too far&lt;br /&gt;Where can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me I want to know&lt;br /&gt;What fills your thoughts tonight&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and reach for you&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to reach me too?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;Questions I longed to ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you are near my friend listening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the cry of the sea&lt;br /&gt;A song of pain with the sad refrain that whispers to me&lt;br /&gt;Echoes in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I hear the tears I share these tears&lt;br /&gt;And cry silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the cry of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of the night makes my heart take flight&lt;br /&gt;Then you whispered to me&lt;br /&gt;This night will turn to dark&lt;br /&gt;bringing hope to move on&lt;br /&gt;Turn to me&lt;br /&gt;Are you here my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I'll set your heart free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to me&lt;br /&gt;I am here my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I'll set your heart free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-4538124121046078456?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/4538124121046078456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=4538124121046078456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/4538124121046078456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/4538124121046078456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2007/12/cry-of-sea.html' title='Cry of The Sea'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-2549456679102257022</id><published>2007-12-07T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:59:34.221Z</updated><title type='text'>SAD? Why? What's that?</title><content type='html'>SAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... before u guys pick up the phone and start calling me asking me why i am sad...&lt;br /&gt;I would like to explain what the story is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD stands for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;easonal &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ffective &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;isorder, a.k.a. SAD,&lt;/em&gt; Seasonal depression, Seasonal mood disorder... meaning that the seasonal changes in a place can actually cause changes in human mood and behaviour. Usually depression, according to friends and seniors here. One of them even said that suicide rates during winter is exceptionally high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first week when i arrived here in Galway, i have heard a senior said,"...when winter comes the day gets so short that by the time it's 3p.m. the sky is as dark as 9p.m. in Malaysia, that can really be DEPRESSING..." Since then, i have heard similar comments about the impending winter season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! It's &lt;em&gt;fall/winter&lt;/em&gt; now... and frankly speaking, i can feel it. The days are really getting shorter, lesser sunlight, MORE rain, stronger, louder wind...and it is really cold. Getting blown by the strong winds amidst the dark cold rain has been a part of my everyday life now. Undeniably, sometimes i feel kinda depressed thinking about the weather. One of my housemates said."Haah...the weather here ah, more unpredictable compared to a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; mood..." Also, they said this is just the beginning, things will get worse, and this condition will go on at least up to &lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;...Hm...seems like there are still 3 months to go at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, "开心也要过日子，不开心也要过日子，既然快乐或不快乐都是由自己来决定，不如选择开开心心渡过每一天?"... Weather bad mah. But our mood does not necessarily have to follow the weather mah. It is easier said than done sometimes. But i believe, nothing is to difficult to do. At the end of the day it is still up to us to put in the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I do admit i get very sad sometimes, and sometimes i do cry for no reason. Sometimes i wonder, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do i have SAD&lt;/span&gt;? Hm... or maybe i am just feeling &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;homesick&lt;/span&gt;? Sometimes i get so sick of some people, especially the one who only cares of herself and rejoices seeing me in whatever state of dismal. Well thanks to her i made more new friends, also, i learnt to develop the skin of a rhino, and most importantly, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TOLERANCE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TIENCE&lt;/span&gt;. I could tolerate even her, who else in this world that i cannot tolerate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie told me last week, "...it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is always the struggle to find this balance point, to find our &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;self-worth&lt;/span&gt;. but i can tell u one thing, NO ONE can make u feel worthless if u do not allow them to do so to u. U decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the stress of exam and other stressor factors here, i am grateful that i have all the support from all of you who care. One of my friends here told me that whenever i feel down i need to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reach out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That is just what i will do in difficult times, and now i am just feeling alright. Thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-2549456679102257022?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/2549456679102257022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=2549456679102257022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/2549456679102257022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/2549456679102257022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-why-whats-that.html' title='SAD? Why? What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-7081513522581045379</id><published>2007-12-04T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:54:15.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Nice Forwarded Mail i received...</title><content type='html'>Hm... Got this mail several times, the story in it is simple yet enlightening...Sometimes when we get caught up with so many things in life, we forget about things that really matter most to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 CUPS OF COFFEE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 Hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 cups 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The &lt;strong&gt;golf balls&lt;/strong&gt; are the important things - God, family, children, Health, friends, and Favorite passions -- things that if everything Else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The &lt;strong&gt;pebbles&lt;/strong&gt; are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car. The &lt;strong&gt;sand &lt;/strong&gt;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. So... Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Set your priorities.&lt;/span&gt; The rest is just sand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the &lt;strong&gt;coffee&lt;/strong&gt; 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 of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't sweat the small stuffs, Have a nice day!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main priority now is preparation for tomorrow's Medical Law, Ethics, and Human Rights essay paper.. hehe.. signing off here to go back studying :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2951776577043842750-7081513522581045379?l=cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/feeds/7081513522581045379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2951776577043842750&amp;postID=7081513522581045379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/7081513522581045379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2951776577043842750/posts/default/7081513522581045379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cilipadi-gan.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-forwarded-mail-i-received.html' title='Nice Forwarded Mail i received...'/><author><name>cilipadi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00472410682608978787</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-2951776577043842750.post-6002246909786870185</id><published>2007-12-01T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:21:45.445Z</updated><title type='text'>The Universal Language</title><content type='html'>Have you mastered it? The universal language. Yah, the universal language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;smile.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i think a simple smile is a powerful tool. It is so easy to master, so easy to use, it can be done so effortlessly by everyone, any age, any race, any background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, not many people smile genuinely nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get angry, we get irritated so easily when strangers cut our queue, or when people makes noise, when we see rude road users...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i have nothing to do, i smile... I just enjoy doing so.&lt;br /&gt;They say, don't stop smiling, cos' you won't know who's falling in love with your smile :)&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and tested on several occasion, when i smile at people (anyone, literally!) i made them happy and i made myself happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember when i was back in secondary school, the Malay aunty working in the canteen looked so DULL, almost expressionless when she's busy selling the food and collecting money from the students. I thought, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what the heck is that? That is so damn boring... let's make some changes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried. The first time i bought a plate of mee hoon from her. Handed her the money. I &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SMILED&lt;/span&gt; at her. She stopped for a while, sort of surprised. Then, she &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nodded&lt;/span&gt; her head lightly, i could see a slight crease at the edge of her lips, as an attempt to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, i did exactly the same. She too, politely returned the similar response as the first day. I repeated the same thing over the next few days and in a few weeks' time. I could see the progress, rather than the slight knod and polite small upright creases beside her lips. She started smiling to me spontaneously when i smiled at her. Later, over time, whenever she sees me, she sees a friend, she looks happy and she would call me 'Ah Moi...' whenever i appear before the stall. She started the 'smiling episode' before i initiated it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the same thing here in &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Galway&lt;/span&gt;...i tried it on the workers at the nursing canteen. I even infected the workers at the main hospital lobby, as well as the nurses in the wards with my smile. The initial cold faces were not as cold as they used to be, somehow they appeared warm and nice to me. And that, makes life a lot more &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; than it used to be when i'd just arrived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware! A smile is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Its transmission mode surpasses the most deadly viruses, bacteria or even fungal spores... it does not need a vector or host; it does not necessarily transmit through air droplets or dead skin cells...it can transmit just by seeing the other person smile. That is just how a smile can spread and change someone's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑一笑，没什么大不了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑一笑，没烦恼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你今天微笑了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you smiled today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;! 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