<?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-7848918119749358910</id><updated>2011-09-27T00:50:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Brainy</title><subtitle type='html'>"Thinking is portable, inexpensive, and environmentally safe; it requires no equipment and you can do it even with a serious physical disability. Best of all, since thinking is universally applicable, you can make progress on any problem of interest simply by directing your attention to it."
-- from the book, Mind Performance Hacks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-1775191647658747636</id><published>2011-07-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:11:08.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>女人..</title><content type='html'>女人会因 男人长久的冷落 而对爱情失望..&lt;br /&gt;也可以因 男人一句话 又对爱情充满希望..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-1775191647658747636?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1775191647658747636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=1775191647658747636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1775191647658747636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1775191647658747636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='女人..'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-1143214530579515280</id><published>2010-12-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:07:33.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without Limits</title><content type='html'>A good book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人要够自信才能真正地谦卑，要够坚强才能真正地柔软。- Life Without Limits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-1143214530579515280?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1143214530579515280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=1143214530579515280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1143214530579515280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1143214530579515280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-without-limits.html' title='Life Without Limits'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2364294499929115410</id><published>2010-12-10T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:42:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Deep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Haven't been writing for awhile. Where have I been? I'm enjoying sun's sparkle in the deep sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I went for advance diving course just last month, got myself certified as Advance Open Water diver. Now allow to dive more than 20m, which is nice! Can see more marine lives in deeper depth. Saw blue spotted ray, yellow seahorse, nudibranch, lion fish, etc, etc, etc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;During the course has been tough cause need to study, while doing all sort of skill dives. In the end is still worth it! Looking forward to the next diving trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Some photos to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD2kvnqbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2LI2qxI8-_M/s1600/148818_10150130672930830_824185829_7960302_8076821_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD2kvnqbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2LI2qxI8-_M/s400/148818_10150130672930830_824185829_7960302_8076821_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Beautiful sunset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD4NmqgUI/AAAAAAAAASA/Pswk8H6KS6g/s1600/150073_10150130669655830_824185829_7960204_5018442_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD4NmqgUI/AAAAAAAAASA/Pswk8H6KS6g/s400/150073_10150130669655830_824185829_7960204_5018442_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;View from the dive center, so serene... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD5y-TzeI/AAAAAAAAASE/LZL0Cm0CcDI/s1600/150318_10150130668715830_824185829_7960192_2897952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD5y-TzeI/AAAAAAAAASE/LZL0Cm0CcDI/s400/150318_10150130668715830_824185829_7960192_2897952_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dive center's jetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJESaVNhUI/AAAAAAAAASI/zGYrzemLFu4/s1600/154501_10150130674900830_824185829_7960359_8170932_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJESaVNhUI/AAAAAAAAASI/zGYrzemLFu4/s400/154501_10150130674900830_824185829_7960359_8170932_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;View from hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2364294499929115410?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2364294499929115410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2364294499929115410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2364294499929115410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2364294499929115410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2010/12/going-deep.html' title='Going Deep...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TQJD2kvnqbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2LI2qxI8-_M/s72-c/148818_10150130672930830_824185829_7960302_8076821_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6890274447423976900</id><published>2010-07-19T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:58:19.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New "first time" experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Many people have a lot of "first time" experience in a lot of ways. 3 weeks ago I have mine on flying with Business Class, and on 1 of the flights, got upgraded to First Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TERIMbzUxiI/AAAAAAAAARo/HBcPBRLZJ6I/s1600/P7190877-Resize2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TERIMbzUxiI/AAAAAAAAARo/HBcPBRLZJ6I/s320/P7190877-Resize2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I can be considered lucky that I have the chance to fly business class in the first place. Never thought that I could have the chance to see what is in the first class! It just blows me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, being in the first class cabin, I sort of notice most people are more arrogant (ie. thinking themselves better than others). I have this experience while boarding, when counter announce first/business class people to board first, people starts to queue and I happened to queue up there as well. Suddenly a man and a woman jumped the queue, cut in front of me and pretend nothing happened. I gave the lady a puzzle look then only she realized something's wrong. She asked "oh, you're on business class?". I nodded, then only they go back to the queue. See, they don't even asked before they go forward, and just make assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people gave me the looks, like "Are you in the wrong cabin?" expression when I walked in with t-shirt and 3-quarter pants. Oh, their looks fascinate me, like I'm coming from a different planet! Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the good part on being in the first or business class is you get to sleep! I have my own bed, and the assistant will help do the bed when I'm ready to sleep. Superb! Nice food, nice drinks, they give us travel kits as well which the products are from high-end brand. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with some interesting people too. That's the fun part I guess out of all these flying trips. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6890274447423976900?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6890274447423976900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6890274447423976900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6890274447423976900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6890274447423976900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-first-time-experience.html' title='New &quot;first time&quot; experience...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TERIMbzUxiI/AAAAAAAAARo/HBcPBRLZJ6I/s72-c/P7190877-Resize2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-8384588895160623296</id><published>2010-06-18T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:03:14.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TBppFikznlI/AAAAAAAAARM/iZz1zoteYTo/s1600/P5220423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TBppFikznlI/AAAAAAAAARM/iZz1zoteYTo/s400/P5220423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dawn came, the view attracted me to pick up my camera to snap a few photos. While doing that, a question came into my mind. Why can't I said from the bottom of my heard that "I love my job"? Each time when I read people writing or saying "I love my job!", I will be wondering how did they get there? I mean doing what they like! How how how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried liking what I'm doing but it doesn't work for a long long time. Change job? That doesn't work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose now it's time to sit back and hit the "pause" button for awhile to reflect what I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ask myself:&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you enjoy doing?&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What makes you happy?&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a quest to find answer for the above questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-8384588895160623296?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8384588895160623296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=8384588895160623296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8384588895160623296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8384588895160623296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job!'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/TBppFikznlI/AAAAAAAAARM/iZz1zoteYTo/s72-c/P5220423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-7689054378990075514</id><published>2010-05-23T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:42:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dream achieved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The feeling of "not-believe" that I've done that still surged through my mind. Maybe it's not a big deal to a lot of people, but it's a dream of mine. A dream to climb Mount Kinabalu at least once in my life time even my knee condition doesn't seems to allow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, however, I did that just weeks ago, 9 May 2010. A memorable day, I reached Mount Kinabalu summit at 7am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was up there, I couldn't help myself but hugged the summit rock, at the same time, asking myself "what are you doing up here?!". Irony, isn't it? The thing is I don't know exactly if I am really into mountaineering. It's just something out of&amp;nbsp;curiosity to want to know what's it's like to sit on the Mount Kinabalu peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It takes hard work, lots of hard work to have that curiosity filled! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share abit on the process, something to remind myself in case I have chance to go back there for the second time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_ftczMyzrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0PA2bMrMuK8/s1600/P5080207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_ftczMyzrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0PA2bMrMuK8/s320/P5080207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt; Mount Kinabalu is within Kinabalu Park, which is Malaysia's first World Heritage designated by UNESCO in December 2000. This granite massif stands at 4,095.2m (13,435ft) tall, is the highest mountain between the Himalayans and the Snow Mountains of Papau Barat (New Guinea Island).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 trails to go up the summit. The Summit Trail (from Timpohon Gate) and Mesilau Route. The 2 trails meet at Layang-Layang (KM 4 from Timpohon Gate), then is all the way up up and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_f0VyXeogI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kw1hTGjivxQ/s1600/P5080209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_f0VyXeogI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kw1hTGjivxQ/s320/P5080209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mesilau Route is approximately 2km longer than The Summit Trail. I took Mesilau Route up and descend via the Summit Trail to Timpohon gate. Me and the hiking group started the journey around 9:30am. The first part of the journey at Mesilau is ascend about 2km then descend for 2km! When it starts to descend, I just couldn't help to think "you must be joking!", for the height of the steps down!&amp;nbsp;During the journey, it has lots of plants, views, unfortunately, I'm too concentrate on the trail that I didn't stop much to appreciate the nature. However, when some plants attracted my vision, I'll play with some macro shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_f4Lo8s_DI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Tz4b-EGI6bw/s1600/P5080254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_f4Lo8s_DI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Tz4b-EGI6bw/s320/P5080254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached Layang-Layang, legs and knees are started trembling, tired. One thing I've learned here is to bring enough finger food that can help boost energy. I got hungry very fast, and all I have is chocolate. I ate too much chocolate until I feel like vomitting. Hehe... next round, must prepare other type of energy booster snacks! (Like raisin, banana, apple? Any others to suggest?). Deep heat cream to release muscle ache is very helpful as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. it takes 9 hours for me to reach Laban Rata at 6:30pm! I met with rains, wind before I reached Laban Rata, where I'll be resting before the summit climb. There's an area which is very challenging to my shoe, the area is full of rocks! (Somewhere near Pondok Villosa area). I slipped quite a few times there. The soil and vegetation changed at different heights. When it's near the hut, the plant becomes shorter and much more open, like below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_f9zsuYrTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dxPF9bjTr7E/s1600/P5080264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_f9zsuYrTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dxPF9bjTr7E/s320/P5080264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; When I started to see Laban Rata's roof,&amp;nbsp;I sprint towards it with all my energy! It's all dark outside. I feel relief when I stepped into the hut, smell food! But too tired to have appetite to eat anything. I rested around 10pm, but couldn't sleep. Body over-exhausted? I do have doubts whether to go on the next day. Friend encourage me to go for it. I get up at 1am instead and prepared myself for the summit challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on my winter jacket, hat, gloves, head lamp, started the journey at 3am. Heading towards Sayat-Sayat hut. After 700m of stair case climb, I reached what they called, the "Dangerous Zone". The area which using rope to climb alongside the cliff. Too dark to see anything, just trust the guide to help us up towards that cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After registered myself at the Sayat-Sayat hut, the ascend just getting more and more intense. Using rope all the way up. I started to feel breathless around 7.5km. Again, thinking to quit, but friend keep encourage me to go on. Very thankful to this friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun started to rise! (Some of the photos below are courtesy of a hiking friend, Fara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gLYv5JQlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Nm6nTLGrJ0w/s1600/P5090273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gLYv5JQlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Nm6nTLGrJ0w/s320/P5090273.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gMTeOFbJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GRZ50Zh4F6Q/s1600/32253_409267193616_761363616_3863835_5492102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gMTeOFbJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GRZ50Zh4F6Q/s320/32253_409267193616_761363616_3863835_5492102_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gMBt85qeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CGg6JSEODxc/s1600/P5090285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gMBt85qeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CGg6JSEODxc/s320/P5090285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;This is the summit! The last 500m is killing, where I no longer has energy to use my arm to pull myself up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gkEqKf2SI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K5pbrxdQoDE/s1600/32253_409267203616_761363616_3863837_1757017_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gkEqKf2SI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K5pbrxdQoDE/s320/32253_409267203616_761363616_3863837_1757017_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But hey, there's a nice guide who's willing to help me up, and he pulled me all the way to the summit. Wala.. I'm up the summit at 7am! That is approx. 4 hours climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gjvB67ntI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aab-lXiEm_Q/s1600/32253_409272918616_761363616_3864153_5724832_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_gjvB67ntI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aab-lXiEm_Q/s320/32253_409272918616_761363616_3864153_5724832_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt; Admire the view from the peak. Resting and busy photo shooting up there. Started to descend 15mins later. And another 3 hours back to Laban Rata, then 7 hours down to the bottom - Timpohon gate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;~ 23 hours walk for approx. 18kms, ended my 2 days 1 night Mount KK challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;If you asked me whether I'll do that again? My answer is Yes! So, I guess I'm into mountaineering after all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-7689054378990075514?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7689054378990075514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=7689054378990075514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/7689054378990075514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/7689054378990075514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-dream-achieved.html' title='Another dream achieved...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/S_ftczMyzrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0PA2bMrMuK8/s72-c/P5080207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-5980098591667218352</id><published>2009-11-16T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:12:23.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SwFpjPBHWTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SxPyfAoofqE/s1600/5729_118904468421_652113421_2422665_844561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SwFpjPBHWTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SxPyfAoofqE/s400/5729_118904468421_652113421_2422665_844561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404717081868851506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:90;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';" &gt;Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning  light as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for life and I'm still breathing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-5980098591667218352?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5980098591667218352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=5980098591667218352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5980098591667218352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5980098591667218352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-note.html' title='A Thank Note'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SwFpjPBHWTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SxPyfAoofqE/s72-c/5729_118904468421_652113421_2422665_844561_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-4400211553475182297</id><published>2009-09-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:59:29.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivate vs Inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SqsmJICgj1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LcMloOrKjxo/s1600-h/5729_118904448421_652113421_2422663_4852673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SqsmJICgj1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LcMloOrKjxo/s400/5729_118904448421_652113421_2422663_4852673_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380436118042873682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that I will not be able to motivate anyone. I could Inspire, but not motivate. If you have been to any motivational talks before, you'll know. The motivation might be high during the talks, but the state just get fade and fade away over time. Eventually, get back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation must comes from within, through self-realization, with perseverance, then only it'll last and not easily get "diluted" by circumstances. It's through inspirations that planted the seed of motivation, and depends on the individual to whether persistently grows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Quincy Adams, the sixth President of the United States, once said "If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you're a leader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go inspire, leaders! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-4400211553475182297?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4400211553475182297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=4400211553475182297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/4400211553475182297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/4400211553475182297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivate-vs-inspire.html' title='Motivate vs Inspire'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SqsmJICgj1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LcMloOrKjxo/s72-c/5729_118904448421_652113421_2422663_4852673_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-1846529221324893049</id><published>2009-09-01T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:25:23.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哭， 可以是很漂亮的吗？</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/Sp0BPbUpxTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/F3p-j274y0g/s1600-h/6769_116456253421_652113421_2395336_5815227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/Sp0BPbUpxTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/F3p-j274y0g/s320/6769_116456253421_652113421_2395336_5815227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376454894694286642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;有时候很想哭， 却哭不出来。&lt;br /&gt;有时候不想哭， 却又眼泪汪汪流。&lt;br /&gt;很奇怪， 很奇怪， 很奇怪。。。&lt;br /&gt;是我奇怪呢， 还是我的眼睛有问题？&lt;br /&gt;哭， 可以是很漂亮的吧。。。&lt;br /&gt;至少我看过有一位夫人， 她哭得很漂亮。&lt;br /&gt;为了保护她信念，她的爱，而哭得让人感动。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-1846529221324893049?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1846529221324893049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=1846529221324893049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1846529221324893049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1846529221324893049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='哭， 可以是很漂亮的吗？'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/Sp0BPbUpxTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/F3p-j274y0g/s72-c/6769_116456253421_652113421_2395336_5815227_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2410817834090703404</id><published>2009-06-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:32:15.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>走到底</title><content type='html'>My brother share this：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生在世, 总会面临不同的选择， 你永远不会知道选择的结果会是怎样。&lt;br /&gt;不过我总对自己说，选择了就不要后悔； 要走就走到底。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蛮有意思的。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2410817834090703404?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2410817834090703404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2410817834090703404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2410817834090703404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2410817834090703404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='走到底'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-911301195530228479</id><published>2009-06-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:08:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Your vision becomes clear when you look inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The key to success in life is using the good thoughts of wise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You become what you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Earl Nightingale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I expect to pass through this life but once. If, therefore, there can be&lt;br /&gt;any kindness I can show, or any goog thing I can do to any fellow&lt;br /&gt;being, let me do it now, for I shall not return this way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- William Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of&lt;br /&gt;things that matter least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Geothe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Service is the very purpose of life. It is the rent we&lt;br /&gt;pay for being on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Marion Wright Edelman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beautiful light is born of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;so the faith that springs from conflict&lt;br /&gt;is often the strongest and best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- R. Turnbull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expect The Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's a funny thing about life;&lt;br /&gt;If you refuse to accept anything but the best,&lt;br /&gt;you very often get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- W.Somerset Maughn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's not the things you get but the hearts you touch&lt;br /&gt;that will determine your success in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Courage does not always roar.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the&lt;br /&gt;end of the day, saying, "I will try again tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A smile is the light on your face that lets someone know&lt;br /&gt;you're at ease and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wherever you choose to go, go there with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-911301195530228479?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/911301195530228479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=911301195530228479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/911301195530228479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/911301195530228479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/nice-quotes.html' title='Nice Quotes...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2925795296813172084</id><published>2009-05-26T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:44:13.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>空中飞舞的雨</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;昨天下午， 下雨了。&lt;br /&gt;刚巧让我看见雨在空中飞舞， 很漂亮。&lt;br /&gt;怎样的飞舞？&lt;br /&gt;一边的雨被风吹向左边， 一边的雨被风吹向右边。&lt;br /&gt;雨刚好在我屋子窗口外面相遇。&lt;br /&gt;相遇后，它们围着中间旋卷， 很优雅， 轻轻的，像在跳着华尔兹。&lt;br /&gt;感觉很浪漫。。。&lt;br /&gt;它们跳了一阵子就消失了， 想要多享受也没机会了。&lt;br /&gt;让我想起机会过了， 就没有了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;所以要珍惜眼前的一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2925795296813172084?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2925795296813172084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2925795296813172084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2925795296813172084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2925795296813172084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_26.html' title='空中飞舞的雨'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-5945415888802347890</id><published>2009-05-24T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:52:19.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good 80/20 Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Got this interesting article, forwarded by a colleague...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting quote from the movie 'Why did I get married?' In most cases, especially in relationships, you will only get &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% of what you NEED and you will hardly get the other &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;% that you WANT in your relationship. There is always another person (man or women) that you will meet and that will offer you the other &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;% which is lacking in your relationship that you WANT and believe me, &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;% looks really good when you are not getting it at all in your current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that you will always be tempted to leave that good &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% that you know you have, thinking that you will get something better with the other &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;% that you WANT. But as reality has proven, in most cases, you will always end up with having the &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;% that you WANT and loosing the &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% that you really NEED and that you already had. Be careful in deciding between what you WANT and NEED in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. 'Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. But it's not her Wynona Rider features that got me. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender - so many things that my spouse is not'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Have greater sex appeal. And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your spouse ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect. Because a spouse will only have &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% of what you're looking for. So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;%. Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laugh no matter what she says: 'I broke my arm yesterday, Hahahaha . . ..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pajamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! That's only &lt;span class="il"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;% of what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away the &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% that you already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Add to your spouse's &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other. The storms you have weathered together. The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple. The many adjustments you have made to love the other. The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just talking about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your jobs.&lt;br /&gt;About your friends.&lt;br /&gt;About your children.&lt;br /&gt;About your lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the economy airline passenger that perennially peeks through the door of the first class cabin, obsessed with what he's missing? 'They have got more leg room! Oh my, their food is served in porcelain! Wow, their seats recline at an &lt;span class="il"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% angle and they've got personal videos!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee you'll be miserable for the entire trip! Don't live your life like that. Forget about what the world says is first class. Do you know that there are many first class passengers who are miserable in first class -- because they are not riding in a private Lear Jet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main message???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start appreciating what you have right now, wherever you are, you are first class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-5945415888802347890?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5945415888802347890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=5945415888802347890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5945415888802347890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5945415888802347890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-8020-rule.html' title='A Good 80/20 Rule'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-100355337867495008</id><published>2009-05-24T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:56:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cat, "ah boy" passed away... today miss him terribly when I saw other cat which of the same breed as him. I wonder what was in "ah girl"'s mind when she saw her companion no longer breathing and just laid on the floor motionless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your mind, ah girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/ShhFoLcOXPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MtTGjMrxaqw/s1600-h/4300_72334353421_652113421_1762216_2100726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/ShhFoLcOXPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MtTGjMrxaqw/s400/4300_72334353421_652113421_1762216_2100726_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339093914815978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-100355337867495008?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-3455799749033907206</id><published>2009-05-18T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:17:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>毅力?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我喜欢这句话：&lt;br /&gt;“真正的喜欢是不会因为一点小挫折而放弃的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然简单，却不容易做到。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-3455799749033907206?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3455799749033907206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6554338975833523311</id><published>2009-02-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:07:07.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱就是...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SZgvg8xuRwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zym_tMVtRpI/s1600-h/dsc05646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SZgvg8xuRwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zym_tMVtRpI/s400/dsc05646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303040804345759490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当话语会伤人时, 沉默就是爱&lt;br /&gt;当邻舍不讲理时, 忍耐就是爱&lt;br /&gt;当醜闻正飞舞时, 耳龙就是爱&lt;br /&gt;当別人在受苦时, 体恤就是爱&lt;br /&gt;当责任在召唤时, 委身就是爱&lt;br /&gt;当不幸竟临到时, 勇气就是爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人的生命犹如一首交響曲,&lt;br /&gt;神已谱好了曲, 等着人努力演出,&lt;br /&gt;而每首曲子不论悲或喜, 都是动人的...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6554338975833523311?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6554338975833523311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6554338975833523311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6554338975833523311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6554338975833523311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='爱就是...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SZgvg8xuRwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zym_tMVtRpI/s72-c/dsc05646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-1827911240386804482</id><published>2009-01-06T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:00:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice is yours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SWLJAQAMLiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S06KiFMbbwo/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SWLJAQAMLiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S06KiFMbbwo/s400/DSC05328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009918619332130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we wake up in the morning, we have two simple choices.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to sleep and dream, or wake up and chase those dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice is yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-1827911240386804482?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SWLJAQAMLiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S06KiFMbbwo/s72-c/DSC05328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-3068881240835528557</id><published>2008-11-04T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:35:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cats, "Ah Boy" and "Ah Girl". Yeah, I know, lame name but there wasn't any suitable names when I adopted them. They don't seems to like the name too, response better when being "meow" at. Weird cats... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SQ8ncTpGxoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MWQV1PKzS8A/s1600-h/my_cat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SQ8ncTpGxoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MWQV1PKzS8A/s400/my_cat.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469856681903746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-3068881240835528557?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3068881240835528557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=3068881240835528557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/3068881240835528557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/3068881240835528557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cats.html' title='My Cats'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SQ8ncTpGxoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MWQV1PKzS8A/s72-c/my_cat.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-7611645290845292835</id><published>2008-07-29T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:12:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf Art Expose 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There will be a &lt;a href="http://www.rcdeafmissionsmalaysia.com/?p=280"&gt;Deaf Art Expose 2008&lt;/a&gt; coming soon in August (1st - 3rd Aug, 2008), which will be launched by YB Tuan Teng Boon Soon, Deputy Minister of Culture, Arts and Heritage Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and join us if you're looking paintings for home or office, best still, to experience the Deaf world and check out the activities provided by the organizer. An opportunity to mingle with the Deaf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-7611645290845292835?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7611645290845292835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=7611645290845292835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/7611645290845292835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/7611645290845292835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/deaf-art-expose-2008.html' title='Deaf Art Expose 2008'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-7591547631415882897</id><published>2008-07-28T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:00:18.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today after grocery shopping, I went to pick up my car. On my way, I saw a cat sitting by the side of the corridor, somewhere near the parking, turn its head 90 degrees and look at a place. I've been observing it because no matter who or what passed by, it doesn't move nor its head move abit! I purposely walk near it to see if it'll move, guess what, even I "meow" at it, it doesn't move at all! Same as its head, keep at 90 degrees, watching at the same spot. I thought it's interesting, look at what it's looking at, it's nothing! I only see road, car, grass... probably my eyes are not sharp enough to see what it sees. First time I saw a cat so concentrated on something that it didn't care what's coming next to it. Too bad I don't have my camera with me, otherwise I would have snap this cat's moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of my 2 cats back in my home town though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-7591547631415882897?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7591547631415882897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=7591547631415882897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/7591547631415882897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/7591547631415882897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-cat.html' title='Interesting cat'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-4469490003444776252</id><published>2008-07-28T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:44:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at the certificate, though it's just a basic sign language course, I could not hide my excitement. For now, I'm having basic skill to explore into the Deaf world! 10 weeks to learn the sign language is not a long period, however, the bond and the fun that the course brings are nothing can be described by words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the last day's presentation that all of us need to present, most challenging is without words, all done in sign. We created lots of laughter until face and stomach ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the time already. But it's not the end, it's just the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-4469490003444776252?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4469490003444776252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=4469490003444776252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/4469490003444776252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/4469490003444776252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-5396225207393785714</id><published>2008-07-22T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:32:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>输了...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;今晚打输了一场战, 劲疲力痉.&lt;br /&gt;不想等, 不想妄想... 认输吧, 是时候向前走.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生总会有输的时候, 今晚过了又是新的开始...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-5396225207393785714?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5396225207393785714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=5396225207393785714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5396225207393785714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5396225207393785714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='输了...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-1585633524461380189</id><published>2008-07-06T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:57:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously disturbed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today supposed to be a happy day, but I'm seriously disturbed after seeing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bali's ritual slaughter of the magnificent green sea turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e47ez1V_-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-1585633524461380189?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1585633524461380189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=1585633524461380189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1585633524461380189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1585633524461380189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously-disturbed.html' title='Seriously disturbed...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6825981096527039709</id><published>2008-06-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:30:08.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No grammar in Sign Language?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday, I asked my instructor what's the grammar like in Sign language. She told me Malaysian Sign Language is not like English or other verbal language. She gives me an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;May I know where is the toilet please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TOILET WHERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference? The challenge is to tell story with sign so that other party can get a picture rather than "speak" proper sentences with sign. They will not understand if I sign the full sentence with proper grammar. Next week I'm going to tell story with proper signing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6825981096527039709?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6825981096527039709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6825981096527039709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6825981096527039709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6825981096527039709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-grammar-in-sign-language.html' title='No grammar in Sign Language?'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-948336338248206620</id><published>2008-06-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:59:48.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm of Confession by David Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is certainly talented and amazing! Met this fellow friend at a conducting camp back in year 2004, now seen he has done so well in his studies, many congratulations! Well done, David!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Composition of David Chin (winner of 2007 Pensacola Christian College original composition contest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N98O2LJ90QU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N98O2LJ90QU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-948336338248206620?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/948336338248206620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=948336338248206620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/948336338248206620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/948336338248206620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/psalm-of-confession-by-david-chin.html' title='Psalm of Confession by David Chin'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6096526177265720663</id><published>2008-05-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:12:58.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blessed wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 5pm here and it's raining now. Looking outside the windows, whole scenery somehow turned greyish blue with little brown peach trying to steal the main character of the scene, not too strong, very light brown peach. Wanted to relax under the weather but the smell of the rain isn't the same anymore. Where has the smell of the rain gone? I missed the nice smell of the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I went to attend Joshua and Lee Yee's wedding, conducted 3 songs at the church wedding ceremony. During the last song, which is the most difficult one, I accidentally push off the score stand at a Fortissimo part. Definitely not the right time to steal the bride and bridegroom's limelight! But then, somehow the fall of the score stand creates loud bang and caught many attention towards my direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got panicky a little, thanks to the pianist, she laughed, that calms me down somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the beat and continue conducting without the stand and scores. The memorization of the scores eventually put to a test! Choir members are steady. We manage to get to the end of the song smoothly. Phew! Now trying to recall, I didn't know what happened. A choir member told me my hand touched the score and the whole stand just fall off. So, I must have done the Fortissimo stronger than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back of my conducting experience, pushing off the score stand is the first time it happened during an actual conducting session. Some might thought that I do it purposely to create more "emotion"! Yeah, actually fortissimo can be quite intense but then ... it's not a bad idea too to be more expressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely something to learn... either keep a distance from the stand or make sure I kick the stand real hard so that it fly away! No.. that can be dangerous. My teacher will sure scold me to have such thought! Well, anyhow, I'm glad that another story has added to my conducting life, a good one to laugh at too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wish Joshua and Lee Yee a wonderful life together and may the life after marriage brings lot of stories that could bless others in their circle of life, continue to shine as a body of Christ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6096526177265720663?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6096526177265720663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6096526177265720663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6096526177265720663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6096526177265720663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/blessed-wedding_24.html' title='A blessed wedding...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2645105917747864245</id><published>2008-05-24T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:21:51.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to buy his album (if there's any out there)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing acoustic fingerstyle guitarist from South Korea, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.guitarflame.com/2008/sungha-jung-no-larger-than-the-guitar/"&gt;Sungha Jung&lt;/a&gt; - 11 year old kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;With or Without You - Sungha Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4CR3GoB3YY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4CR3GoB3YY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Missing You (Thomas) - Sungha Jung (2nd time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvcRA25osCA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvcRA25osCA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2645105917747864245?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2645105917747864245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2645105917747864245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2645105917747864245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2645105917747864245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-buy-his-album.html' title='I want to buy his album (if there&apos;s any out there)!'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-8894233039204846548</id><published>2008-05-24T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:52:39.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Few weeks ago, a dinner brought me to meet the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.rcdeafmissionsmalaysia.com/"&gt;RC Deaf Missions Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; group at Amcorp Mall. At first I was attracted to the cards that they're selling. A few are in Batiks and very beautiful. All painted by talented Deaf artist. When further chit-chatting with them, found out that they conduct sign language classes as well. I was immediate interested and further find out more about the sign language class. Below is an email replied by one of the Directors of the group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Deaf Tutors will be teaching BIM - which in English means Malaysian Sign Language. A fair bit of Malaysian Sign Language was adapted from American Sign Language. You can never really do away with the historical roots. 60% of ASL has its origins in French Sign Language. Alphabets are the same manual alphabets in most countries except for some differences in for example Japan or India (India uses British Sign Language). I only quoted two countries here but does not mean it is only two countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Malaysian Deaf people meet Japanese Deaf people for example, they too will undergo some language challenges. They get around it by using more visual gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one form of international sign language but it is only and usually found when there is an international conference. International sign language or gestuno incorporates some of the signs from each country. But it is not a commonly used language across the world. Yet, Deaf people who come to such large conferences would prefer still their own interpreter because it does not mean that if there is an international sign language, that all Deaf are able to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language and community and culture go together. There has been an evolution of signs over the past 20 years when Deaf people in Malaysia felt they needed to have their own identity. Singapore uses Signed Exact English. You can get by with BIM in Singapore, and possibly Philippines and of course throughout Malaysia. One point to note is that in the way we speak our national language in KL, the people of Kelantan speak the national language with different phonetics. So, within the countries itself, there will also be differences.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've signed up for the 10 weeks course. Just like the excitement I have when exploring the underwater world, I'm looking forward to explore the Deaf world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.rcdeafmissionsmalaysia.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested to explore in sign language area too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-8894233039204846548?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8894233039204846548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=8894233039204846548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8894233039204846548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8894233039204846548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sign-language.html' title='Sign Language'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2666668092495281954</id><published>2008-05-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:25:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On one of the weekends, I visited the National Zoo, just want to see how a sun bear looks like. Below are some pictures taken by my friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn0dzo_2lI/AAAAAAAAABo/37boaI5kNqs/s1600-h/dsc01016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn0dzo_2lI/AAAAAAAAABo/37boaI5kNqs/s400/dsc01016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195452438064126546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn1VTo_2mI/AAAAAAAAABw/X1-uqY4MIao/s1600-h/dsc01018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn1VTo_2mI/AAAAAAAAABw/X1-uqY4MIao/s400/dsc01018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195453391546866274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sun bear is the smallest in the bear family and is classified as an endangered and protected species. They can be found in tropical to subtropical regions of Southeast Asia, for example, Borneo, Sumatra, Peninsula Malaysia, Vietnam, Laos, Burma, and possibly southern China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the zoo, I saw other bear species as well, but sun bear is really so small compared to the rest. According to the source, they could grow to approximately four and a half feet in length and average weight is less than 100 pounds. Most of them have a 'U' shape yellowish patch on the chest. In folklore, this yellow crescent is said to represent the rising sun and is apparently the origin of the name sun bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn5Cjo_2oI/AAAAAAAAACA/kf0ViswBMI4/s1600-h/dsc01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn5Cjo_2oI/AAAAAAAAACA/kf0ViswBMI4/s400/dsc01038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195457467470830210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are omnivorous. They eat small vertebrates such as lizards and nesting birds and fruit. They are also very fond of honey. The one I saw in the zoo however, very fond of peeling tree trunk skin. During the time when I visited them, one of it is biting the skin. Few hours later when I go back and visit them again, one of the bears already resting while the other bear still biting the skin. I saw the tree trunk is almost naked! Good jaw muscle and claws. It must be really enjoying its "toy" ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn4izo_2nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ITHtNJ8v8V0/s1600-h/dsc01039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn4izo_2nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ITHtNJ8v8V0/s400/dsc01039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195456922009983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To find out more about sun bear, visit this &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/sun-bear.html"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt; link. Please help save this animal whenever you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2666668092495281954?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2666668092495281954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2666668092495281954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2666668092495281954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2666668092495281954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sun-bear.html' title='Sun Bear'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SBn0dzo_2lI/AAAAAAAAABo/37boaI5kNqs/s72-c/dsc01016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-9121837329502956713</id><published>2008-04-29T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:26:29.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wwf.org.my/index.cfm"&gt;WWF&lt;/a&gt; contributor for half a year, initially just thought to contribute monetarily however recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the urge to know more and find out how to contribute by involving in a project physically is getting bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, things are getting in the way. Probably it's just a matter of re-priotize priorities in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short introduction about  WWF (adopt from the website itself):&lt;br /&gt;  WWF stands for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Wide Fund For Nature&lt;/span&gt;. It was formerly known as the World Wildlife Fund but adopted its current name to show that it also works on other environmental issues, and not just wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wwf.org.my/how_you_can_help/index.cfm"&gt;How You Can Help&lt;/a&gt;, especially &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wwf.org.my/about_wwf/volunteering_internship/index.cfm"&gt;Volunteering&lt;/a&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find anything more fulfilling than sharing life with others and help to the best I can while I'm still able to. 2 funerals got me into thinking whether I want to keep it to myself or share it. You probably already know what my answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-9121837329502956713?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9121837329502956713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=9121837329502956713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/9121837329502956713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/9121837329502956713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/wwf.html' title='WWF'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6967741880680172999</id><published>2008-04-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:27:50.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me to Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today when update some info on my Facebook account, I saw this ad - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.takemetoasia.com/volunteer-travel-asia/home.html"&gt;Take me to Asia&lt;/a&gt;, specifying volunteer work. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it and to my amaze, never thought that there'll be an organization would do such an arrangement - vacation via volunteer work. This is something I've been considering to do! Now, since the channel is already opened, what say you? (this is a question I asked myself) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out people, if you're into volunteer work.  ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6967741880680172999?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6967741880680172999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6967741880680172999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6967741880680172999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6967741880680172999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-to-asia.html' title='take me to Asia'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6842808470878446700</id><published>2008-03-31T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:54:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Malaysia's Taxi system?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember those days when I take taxi few years back, they charged at pretty reasonable rate, or follow the meters. Just recently, I found that the taxi driver started to charge at random rate. From a place to another, different taxi's cost could be different up to 100% margin. How can that be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like nowadays the taxi driver could charge at any price that they want. Even when they're using the taxi meter, at the end of the destination, they'll mark up the price and charge at a higher rate. This happened when I was on my way to KL Sentral early March for an oversea trip. From my house to KL Sentral, the meter says about RM22 but at the end, the taxi driver charge me RM27 instead. Not to mention I have to pay all the toll fees that the taxi driver pass by! When I returned from my oversea trip, take taxi from same place, they charged at RM35!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people tells me the taxi driver used to do that to foreigners only, but nowadays, they do it to anyone, and surprisingly, happened in anywhere too. From KL to PJ, not sure about other places, these are the area where you can get taxi charge at random rate. I was wondering what happened to Malaysia's taxi system? Aren't there any cost control on this? This is really putting our country's service to a shame to have such unethical charging just simply the taxi drivers feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, everyone now are encouraged to find out roughly what charging will be from a place to another in order to negotiate with the taxi driver and not to get charge at unreasonable rate. For a local like me that doesn't take taxi that much already feel the frustrating, don't mention those who really need the taxi services. What can we do? Is it something the government could look into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6842808470878446700?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6842808470878446700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6842808470878446700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6842808470878446700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6842808470878446700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-happened-to-malaysias-taxi-system.html' title='What happened to Malaysia&apos;s Taxi system?'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-8032320062961075743</id><published>2008-03-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:47:13.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨 (Rain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;今天特别想念雨的味道. 看着窗外的雨,   味道却不一样, 为什么呢?&lt;br /&gt;可以去那里找回那怀念的味道...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-8032320062961075743?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8032320062961075743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=8032320062961075743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8032320062961075743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8032320062961075743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='雨 (Rain)'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-8093341482397682147</id><published>2008-03-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:31:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Election Day - 8 March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is my country's election day. I went to the election hall with a blank mind. Until I received 2 sheet of papers with some names on it, and I'm standing in front of a table, covered with box fences. I'm thinking, who should I vote? What do I know about the individual and the party itself? What do I know about Malaysia's politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my regret, I do not know enough to confidently vote anyone. I put down my choice with my limited understanding. After I walked out from the hall, I feel abit regret of the choice I made, "best" still I'm going to stuck with it for 5 years. Great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to be more involved as a Malaysian? I asked myself. If so, the next 5 years I should start observe the government, the parties, the politics of this country. Otherwise, if I'm still in Malaysia in the next coming election, I'm going to face the same situation again - simply vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's definitely not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-8093341482397682147?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8093341482397682147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=8093341482397682147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8093341482397682147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8093341482397682147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/election-day-8-march.html' title='Malaysia Election Day - 8 March'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-8456975844645839321</id><published>2008-03-08T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:23:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你会选择在那里活?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在梦幻世界里, 常有快乐, 自由, 辛福&lt;br /&gt;在现实世界里, 常有悲伤, 捆绑, 痛苦&lt;br /&gt;你会选择在那里活?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢在现实里梦幻一 下, 这样, 现实也温暖多了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-8456975844645839321?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8456975844645839321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=8456975844645839321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8456975844645839321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/8456975844645839321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_07.html' title='你会选择在那里活?'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-703286929406050072</id><published>2008-03-08T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:22:42.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你怕什么?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢天空, 它旷阔高大, 让我觉得自由, 温暖&lt;br /&gt;我怕大海, 它严肃无比, 让我觉得窒息, 恐惧&lt;br /&gt;但还是想了解它的世界, 是时候探望"你"了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-703286929406050072?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/703286929406050072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=703286929406050072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/703286929406050072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/703286929406050072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='你怕什么?'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2969100239775691282</id><published>2007-11-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:49:18.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message by George Carlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sister forward the following message, found it interesting, read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2969100239775691282?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2969100239775691282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2969100239775691282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2969100239775691282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2969100239775691282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/11/message-by-george-carlin.html' title='A Message by George Carlin'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2170369515108583331</id><published>2007-11-13T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:31:55.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没音乐的世界</title><content type='html'>今天回家時, 突然幻想一下没音乐的世界, 心中不禁涌出一股恐懼的感觉. 原来没音乐, 生命是多么的无趣. 坦若我的生命能制造音乐, 那会有多好. 小提琴, 等着瞧, 我会政服你的!  ;")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2170369515108583331?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2170369515108583331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2170369515108583331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2170369515108583331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2170369515108583331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='没音乐的世界'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2570526313585952594</id><published>2007-11-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:32:33.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small change is important for autopay carparks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I went to attend a celebration of a successful product release at KLCC, stayed until quite late. When it's time to head home and I am paying the carpark fee in front of the autopay machine, I notice I do not have small change but only 50 ringgit notes. At first I thought the autopay machine will accept 50 ringgit note, but it doesn't! So, I started to ask around whether anyone got RM50 small change. To my disappointment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most of them just shake their head and walked off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I'm about to get panic, someone came back with 5 ten ringgits to exchange with my 50 ringgit note. I'm so grateful to the person! At last I'm able to leave the carpark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I myself never aware how important it is to have small change when park in autopay carpark. I now learned the lesson but most of all, I'm ready to help those who stuck in the carpark like me in the future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2570526313585952594?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2570526313585952594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2570526313585952594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2570526313585952594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2570526313585952594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/10/small-change-is-important-for-autopay.html' title='Small change is important for autopay carparks!'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-2179894675619070708</id><published>2007-10-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:01:34.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sponge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today my colleague said that I'm a sponge, always inviting works until I overload myself. "It's a character problem", she said. "Is it?", I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my working history, she's probably right. But somehow I believe it's not due to I'm inviting too many works, instead, is inability to better self-organize among various tasks, and get carried away quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate that she share her thought with me. Soon I'm starting another chapter of life, looking forward to paint many pictures with a lot of colorful colors in the coming phase of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-2179894675619070708?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2179894675619070708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=2179894675619070708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2179894675619070708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/2179894675619070708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sponge.html' title='I&apos;m a sponge?'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-5742362553812379448</id><published>2007-07-21T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:25:19.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Marry The Right Person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this article from an email, it's interesting but it doesn't tell what are the laws for relationships. Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,&lt;br /&gt;"It depends. Is that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are&lt;br /&gt;good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with  your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked  their idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the  imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing  there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in  love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens),  and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage  when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and /or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.&lt;br /&gt;Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we have the expression "the labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM .&lt;br /&gt;You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do&lt;br /&gt;(with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable...you can "make" love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-5742362553812379448?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5742362553812379448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=5742362553812379448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5742362553812379448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/5742362553812379448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-i-marry-right-person.html' title='Did I Marry The Right Person?'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-3497472317959433091</id><published>2007-03-03T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:13:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生像在寻找答案</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;人生像在寻找答案.&lt;br /&gt;有时寻着的以为是答案却叫人堕落.&lt;br /&gt;有时以为不是的答案却才是为一的答案.&lt;br /&gt;何时才能寻着那完全的答案?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-3497472317959433091?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3497472317959433091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=3497472317959433091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/3497472317959433091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/3497472317959433091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='人生像在寻找答案'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-3909561564755460117</id><published>2007-03-03T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:50:30.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;You must stand in other person's shoe and look at the situation through their eyes in order to truly understand their perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith determine who comes into your life.&lt;br /&gt;The Heard detemine who stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do today is getting you closer to where you want to be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the odds keep you from pursuing what you know you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek respect rather than popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to accept a temporary inconvenience for a permanent improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness doesn't depend on how much you have to enjoy, but how much you enjoy what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy person is not a person in  a certain set of circumstances but rather a person with certain set of attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live longer once you realize that anytime spent being unhappy is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't experience being alive without realizing that you have to die.&lt;br /&gt;It is just as impossible to realize you have to die without thinking how incredibly amazing it is to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-3909561564755460117?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-6376587726055335416</id><published>2007-01-16T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:42:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaaaaat ??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't believe what I have read from an email! Yin Qi is recruiting for orchestra members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, for all my life I thought I can only dream to play in a Christian ministry orchestra but now, my dream may come true. Why may? Cause I have not reach their minimum requirement yet, which is grade 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still wondering whether it is possible to join the orchestra one day, a friend said the only way that a dream cannot be met is when I give up working towards it. Thank you! (you know who you are ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start working towards it! Any good violin teacher to introduce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who's interested:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/RaxzJJzdqvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uPjptjyaTTQ/s1600-h/Orchestra+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/RaxzJJzdqvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uPjptjyaTTQ/s400/Orchestra+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020514285699050226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-6376587726055335416?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6376587726055335416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=6376587726055335416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6376587726055335416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/6376587726055335416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/whaaaaaat.html' title='Whaaaaaat ??!!'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/RaxzJJzdqvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uPjptjyaTTQ/s72-c/Orchestra+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-3876363106194586303</id><published>2007-01-12T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:40:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone who teaches me to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's strange, that day I saw the old man who sleeps beside an escalator, I have a special concern for him. I don't know where that comes from and why not to the others who share the other corner of the escalator. Maybe is his face expression that attracts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my hand, just received a water bottle from the bus conductor. I was on my way to Singapore that night. Suddenly an urge surge through my heart, just before the bus pull away, I ran down and quickly charged towards the man and just before I reached his place, I slowed down and quietly walk near him and put down the water bottle beside him. I then quickly turned and ran back to the bus like I have someone chasing after me from behind! The conductor was kind enough to wait for me. He smiled at me and I returned the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to my seat and sat down quietly. Some passenger from the bus greets me with weird look but I just concentrate on the old man. Not long after I embarked the bus, the old man turned his back and found the water bottle beside him. He took the bottle and go back to sleep. What's difference now is he hugged the bottle to sleep with a little smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him smile, I have greater happiness in heart. Though I can't help much for his situation, I've learned to be able to make a difference just at that moment make life wonderful. From then on, I have decided that life is to share and forever, I will share mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, the One who teaches me the happiness of sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-3876363106194586303?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3876363106194586303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=3876363106194586303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/3876363106194586303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/3876363106194586303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/someone-who-teaches-me-to-share.html' title='Someone who teaches me to share'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848918119749358910.post-1942925665953598774</id><published>2007-01-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:44:59.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started with one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, I do not realized I need baby suckie to sleep&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself graduated from kindergarden&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself graduated from primary school&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself graduated from secondary school&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself at an graduation ceremony for my bachelor degree&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself getting the first pay check in life!&lt;br /&gt;one day, I realized my surrounding things can be interesting&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself enjoy watching frog crossing the road&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself enjoy eating ice-cream during raining days&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself enjoy dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found myself enjoy looking at people's face expression&lt;br /&gt;one day, I felt grown up when I received my house keys&lt;br /&gt;one day, I felt like living in my own wonderland&lt;br /&gt;one day, I realized people come and go in my life&lt;br /&gt;one day, I realized I do hurt people that's close to me&lt;br /&gt;one day, I realized they still loves me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;one day, I found I was blessed everyday&lt;br /&gt;every day, I thank you for being part of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848918119749358910-1942925665953598774?l=brainnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1942925665953598774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848918119749358910&amp;postID=1942925665953598774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1942925665953598774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848918119749358910/posts/default/1942925665953598774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainnie.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-day.html' title='one day...'/><author><name>Phevoux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09235091311789396510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-Wi0YlgjrI/SGZ2cYb8X2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aRjRxqJ1lnk/S220/blog_image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
