<?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-7150153</id><updated>2011-09-29T08:08:25.423+08:00</updated><category term='Army'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Trips'/><category term='Handphone'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Language'/><category term='NIE Thoughts'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='online tests'/><category term='News'/><category term='Style'/><category term='Arts'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Sargunan Says...</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm busy with a load of jillebi and a wee bit of sweet reverie...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-1687708527714281118</id><published>2007-11-05T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:44:37.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My tongue can't taste no more...</title><content type='html'>What more can I say?...I just refused to see the doctor last Tuesday with the diarrhoea and fever....Decided to go yesterday and the doctor eventually told me it's food poisoning and told me to rest and eat porridge crap...If only...Here I am rushing my last assignment to hand in and the module is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeding the World&lt;/span&gt;...yeah, I know what you're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to keep my spirits up so far....If Destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-1687708527714281118?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1687708527714281118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=1687708527714281118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1687708527714281118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1687708527714281118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-tongue-cant-taste-no-more.html' title='My tongue can&apos;t taste no more...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-2915913904070635944</id><published>2007-10-27T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:53:50.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>The 3Qs that got everyone talking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RyIaqkFS6-I/AAAAAAAAANE/bri6GzRlTVQ/s1600/ST_IMAGES_MAT1.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An ex-teacher took 19 minutes&lt;br /&gt;to do with a calculator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I received a call from our Maths Major, UK last Sunday morning expecting it to be about a soccer game but the first thing he did was to ask me to read the Sunday Times which had an article carrying three of the questions from this year's PSLE mathematics paper...And yesh, I ended up solving maths problems on a lovely Sunday morning at 7.30am!...Took me about 8 minutes to solve and check using backward working. Now for my comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it amusing to find out that people were complaining over the questions because students do learn how to solve questions using algebra now with one unknown. I only started learning algebra when I was in secondary 1 and some parents might have even only started learning it in secondary 3 for all I know and may have underestimated the kind of rigorous standards nowadays. But on closer inspection, I certainly found some flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1 is a very straightforward question which is not difficult and can be solved easily using algebra by using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;X &lt;/span&gt;to represent the unknown, which is the equal amount of rice sold by both shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noted that question 3  used values that may have posed difficulties for average students. It too can be solved by using algebra and using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt; to represent the unknown, which is the same height in this case. All you need to do is to substitute the same height, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;X&lt;/span&gt; into the formula for volume(length x breadth x height) for both the tanks and their sum should be equal to the total volume of Tank A if it were full. Students may also choose to use the Guess and Check method to solve this question, but that may take an awful long time. Generally, I was satisfied with the examination board's explanation that they need to be able to differentiate the standards between good students and excellent students too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that annoyed me was question 2. Firstly, the information about the rows of 13 and 7 was totally unnecessary to solve the question. In other words, it was misleading - the first of two grave mistakes made by the setter. This question can be solved using algebra by using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;X &lt;/span&gt;to represent the unknown which is the total number of chairs. Here's the sucker-punch! If you were a conscientious kid and tried to work backwards to check your answer, the number of chairs in rows of 13 will be 51.6 - a decimal!!....So it doesn't make logical sense as no one will want to cut up the last chair in that instance into pieces right? Therefore this question is considered mathematically incorrect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oct 21, 2007, &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Free/Story/STIStory_169062.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Nur Dianah Suhaimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At sixes and sevens over PSLE Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears and outrage yet again - but exam board chief says it's no tougher than past years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS FAR as parents and pupils are concerned, PSLE Maths papers often just don't add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howls of outrage greeted this year's test, with mums and dads fuming and some pupils in tears outside the exam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents also cried foul in 2005, after a flawed question slipped into the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, about 25 angry parents called The Straits Times to complain about the paper being too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in 1992, the Ministry of Education was criticised when parents raged about tough questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all looks like a standard formula: tricky questions plus nervy pupils and expectant parents multiplied by exam pressure equal tears and ill temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do parents and pupils have problems with the PSLE Maths paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan Yap Kwang, chief executive of the Singapore Examinations and Assessment Board (SEAB), offers this explanation: 'For Maths, if you don't understand the question or the concept tested, you cannot even start solving the sum. For English or Mother Tongue, you can always guess an answer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths teacher, who declined to be named, said: 'Maths is the one subject pupils can possibly score 100 marks for, unlike English. So it devastates them when they cannot do well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan, who feels parents are over-reacting, said this year's paper was no tougher than in other years. 'Sometimes pupils have very high expectations for themselves. Not being able to answer one question is like the end of the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten parents and former teachers complained to The Straits Times Forum page that some sums were not in the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan said the PSLE must differentiate between pupils of different abilities: 'It'd be a problem if 30 per cent of the cohort scores full marks. Then how do you differentiate between the average student and the brightest of the lot?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten teachers told The Sunday Times they had never seen so many pupils crying after a PSLE paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One admitted that she needed a calculator to solve one of the sums. Pupils are not allowed to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was called into the exam hall after a top pupil broke down and wanted to quit. But Mr Norman Tien, a PSLE Maths trainer, said: 'Most students are drilled to do past exam papers. If they come across a question they've never seen before, they'll think it's difficult.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 95 per cent of a cohort should be able to tackle the basic questions, Mr Tan said, while the last few 'challenging' sums are aimed at the brighter ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupils should not fret if they cannot answer some questions. Mr Tan said: 'You don't need to answer every one correctly to get an A*.'&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/7150153-2915913904070635944?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2915913904070635944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=2915913904070635944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2915913904070635944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2915913904070635944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/10/3qs-that-got-everyone-talking.html' title='The 3Qs that got everyone talking....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RyIaqkFS6-I/AAAAAAAAANE/bri6GzRlTVQ/s72-c/ST_IMAGES_MAT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6449301586821463086</id><published>2007-10-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:48:12.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>BMT Oh!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RxNf5kfPeLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CwciUqyu9Uc/s400/9965050550020l.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know...The moustache makes me stand out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Some fate that I ran into two of my section mates from my BMT days today on the MRT on my way back from tuition...Pradeep Singh who as always, is in the centre of everything in this photo taken somewhere in the middle of our course and Mohamed is just right above me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda hard to have any real conversation with them other than the usual reminiscing over the good old days as we had all gone into different vocations after BMT... I did get Mohamed's contact coz the dude's in the satay biz and you never know when you need those eh?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...BMT was easily the most tiresome yet fun part of my life...All you need to do was beef up at the gym, eat and run and then eat some more...the cycle goes on and on...with the occasional time spent at the swimming pool, which had the most picturesque view of the Changi Airport Control Tower in the early mornings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-6449301586821463086?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6449301586821463086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=6449301586821463086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6449301586821463086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6449301586821463086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/10/bmt-oh.html' title='BMT Oh!....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RxNf5kfPeLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CwciUqyu9Uc/s72-c/9965050550020l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6509104957554128622</id><published>2007-09-25T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:42:11.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lasteaing Love...</title><content type='html'>It's been an awful long time since I wrote anything here...Work's piling and I am beginning to grow a beard...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't really say I am too excited about my FYP trip to India...Ok, I know it's a big country and I haven't been to that part of the lands that are addicted to tea rather than coffee (for good reason that tiz cheaper, being not so far from Darljeeling and all)...It will surely be a new experience...We'll see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RvgOfUfPeKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_6-tPzro8ls/s400/Love.gif" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RvgOfUfPeKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_6-tPzro8ls/s1600-h/Love.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The famous sculpture piece by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RvgOfUfPeKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_6-tPzro8ls/s1600-h/Love.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RvgOfUfPeKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_6-tPzro8ls/s1600-h/Love.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RvgOfUfPeKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_6-tPzro8ls/s1600-h/Love.gif"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; A friend was recently lamenting to me that she's like the only girl in her clique of girlfriends who isn't attached and was feeling the pressure...Some smart ass even told her that she's reaching her sell-by-date age...I told her that love is not something to do with age but something much more than that...It's a feeling that only comes with certain people but you need to date the person and know the person quite well before even thinking about a relationship...I know some girls kinda have this warped sense of imagination where their knight in shining armour is going to appear from nowhere...It happens sometimes but not overt like in the movies la - great example of this is "The Notebook"...It's one of those feel-good movies where the underdog get the girl against all ridiculous odds...But you and I know this is way off the mark in real life, in most cases...By the way, I saw the article below about finding that perfect person...Do you think they were right about the 3 factors that makes love last?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The love that lasts and lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;Saturday, 22nd September 2007 in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/"&gt;Today&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Weekend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clement Mesenas&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Editor-At-Large&lt;br /&gt;clement@mediacorp.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, that perfect person … the one who makes your heart race and your stomach churn. And glory be, he or she feels the same way too about you. It's only a matter of time before you decide to nest together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds so simple and so lovely. Like saying that all marriages are made in heaven — and supposedly last forever. But you and I know that's not true. More than 7,000 couples split up in Singapore last year and the trend is rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, almost all of us get married believing in everlasting love, and during those early rosy days, it's not unusual that many couples feel as if they are Adam and Eve traipsing in the Garden of Eden. But such joys are short-lived. Adam and Eve got booted out — and for many of us lesser mortals, that heaven on earth we had hoped for can evaporate like the morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman I had lunch with recently shared her secrets of a lasting relationship. She is charming, as delectable as the food on the table, and French — a people said to be knowledgeable in the matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said three things are necessary for a long and satisfying relationship. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One, a couple must enjoy talking to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best-selling author Jeffrey Archer, who cheated on his wife and went to jail for perjury (he lied in court about his fling with a prostitute), told me about his wife of many years, described by the judge during his trial as "a most fragrant woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mary and I have been together a long time, because for a good relationship to survive, there must be intellectual stimulation, and I find conversation with Mary fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't discuss what I write when I am in the process of writing but I make three copies of my final draft — one for the publisher, one for my agent and one for my wife," Archer said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She will read her copy and tell me what she thinks of it. And then I'll tweak those parts she finds inaccurate. She's a scientist, a very clever woman — certainly smarter than me. Apart from my final drafts, she reads only non-fiction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did he miss most about her when he was incarcerated in Her Majesty's prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeting her at the end of the day for our tete-a-tete before dinner. Life behind bars is a lonely, lonely existence: The noise, the smell, everything. I was alone most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I read voraciously and wrote — a million words in the first year — but there was no one to talk to. The lack of mental stimulation was almost too much to bear. Terrible, terrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary must enjoy Sir Jeffrey's knack for telling a good yarn. They have stayed married 40 years and more, despite his indiscretions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch companion moved on to the second key ingredient for a successful relationship: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharing the pleasure of doing something together. In public&lt;/span&gt;, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be anything — going to the movies, playing croquet or just enjoying a beautiful sunset by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie Chua, Singapore's most celebrated hotelier, describes the man in her life as somebody who sweeps her off her feet, literally. She told me they enjoy ballroom dancing — in fact, they met on the dance floor and that enjoyable encounter has led to an enduring relationship that began more than 10 years ago and is still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie is 61 and I have asked her, will she still need him, will she still feed him, when he's 64. "I'll let you know when I reach there," she said, chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's the third factor in a good relationship, I asked the French woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, sex of course, she said. Good sex — with the right partner — is hard to find, and it is the cement that can hold a relationship together, even if the other two factors are not too fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was a witness at a wedding. Peter is 66 and Elvie in her 40s. It was widower Peter's second marriage, and Elvie's first. I asked Peter whether he felt sex was an important part of marriage. A delicate question but Peter, father of two, answered gamely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an email, he replied: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sex does not only mean the act of copulation&lt;/span&gt; — although I am sure men think of it more often than women do. For me, a tender touch, a caress, whispering sweet nothings — they all contribute to a romantic and 'sexual' feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hold hands with Elvie almost all the time when we are out walking. I am not bothered by what people think — an old man holding a younger lady's hand with. Elvie shares the need I have for this sense of closeness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you are, folks. If you are contemplating marriage or a long-term relationship, and have been able to add a tick to all the three key points, hey, yours could well be that match made in heaven.&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/7150153-6509104957554128622?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6509104957554128622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=6509104957554128622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6509104957554128622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6509104957554128622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/09/lasteaing-love.html' title='Lasteaing Love...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RvgOfUfPeKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_6-tPzro8ls/s72-c/Love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7872429941739359411</id><published>2007-09-09T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:20:05.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>British Cluedo?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RuQlzNYr09I/AAAAAAAAAMo/3VA8rTvI2QY/s400/384px-Gosford_Park_movie.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 246px; height: 375px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was it the valet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I caught &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gosford_Park"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosford Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today afternoon and it was not too bad...It's an ode to the mystery genre....Although done with some fine actors, this movie had a such a poor plot particularly because it was so easy to see who the killer was by the time the murder was committed....But still, it is a fantastic representation of an era which is known for its British class distinctions...I am giving it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3 out of 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;....If only the mystery had truly been one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and without this movie, I wouldn't have known a great theatre composer like &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/music/sites/ivornovello/pages/biography.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivor Novello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; existed in the early 1900s...He was portrayed by Jeremy Northam in Gosford Park...I loved every song of his that was performed in this movie...The song "Land that Might Have Been" still rings in my head...I've give the lyrics to that song below....Maybe I'll try to find the song and add it to my radio for you...Tata!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivor Novello -  Land That Might have Been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere there's another land different from this world below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far more mercifully planned than the cruel place we know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Innocence and peace are there. All is good that is desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faces there are always fair. Love grows never old nor tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We shall never find that lovely land of Might-Have-Been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall never be your king nor you shall be my queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days may pass and years may pass and seas may lie between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We shall never find that lovely land of Might-Have-Been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes on the rarest nights comes the vision calm and clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gleaming with unearthly lights on my path of doubt and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winds from that far land are blown, whispering with secret breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope that plays her tune alone. Love that conquers pain and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall we ever find that lovely land of Might-Have-Been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I ever be your king or you at last my queen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days may pass or years may pass, the seas my lie between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall we ever find our lovely land of Might-Have-Been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7872429941739359411?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7872429941739359411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=7872429941739359411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7872429941739359411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7872429941739359411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/09/british-cluedo.html' title='British Cluedo?...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RuQlzNYr09I/AAAAAAAAAMo/3VA8rTvI2QY/s72-c/384px-Gosford_Park_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-131714147264299547</id><published>2007-09-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:31:06.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Do you Mind?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RtruEtYr08I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Hfh2sfVlypw/s1600-h/1_295718667l.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RtruEtYr08I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Hfh2sfVlypw/s400/1_295718667l.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The usual suspects...All six of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I just grabbed this photo from Revathi's friendster account...That was all of us at Pitstop Cafe about 3 weeks back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we made our way down to another games location called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themindcafe.com.sg/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mind Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Boat Quay and despite the bigger space and better food variety, we weren't so impressed with the service....Didn't have that chirpiness the people at The Pitstop Cafe had...Their range of games is just as good though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our next outing, we're still pondering over whether to go ice-skating, pool or bowling...Pool or bowling is familiar grounds for me but ice-skating?...mmm....Well, I would love to wayang in the ice-ring like Rocky in Rocky II, if there was a pretty damsel to teach me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I sign out, a very happy Teachers' Day to everyone in the teaching business...In my friend Kalpana's words, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the one day you are forced to be appreciated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-131714147264299547?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/131714147264299547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=131714147264299547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/131714147264299547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/131714147264299547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-mind.html' title='Do you Mind?...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RtruEtYr08I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Hfh2sfVlypw/s72-c/1_295718667l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-8813682751321209348</id><published>2007-08-27T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:54:54.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Singnet?....ummm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I am sure most of you already know about the Odex court case that became big news because  illegal downloaders were being cracked downed on and asked to pay fines for downloading...However, what really caught my eye when  I was reading the article below was that Singnet didn't even bother to protect its customers' privacy...Hey, this is supposedly Singapore's largest telecommunications company and they surely have the means to do some proper investigation before giving away such information to some third party vendor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny how one of the smaller intenet providers, Pacnet, was more successful in evading Odex's nonsense...mmm.....Those of you who are using Singnet, I think you better think about switching your internet service provider....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" class="title" &gt;Anime in court: 2 ISPs, 2 different outcomes&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div class="artText" id="articleBody"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Judge's ruling in favour of PacNet against Odex only throws up more questions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Koshy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007  in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/"&gt;Today&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; IT WAS a case of third time unlucky for Odex in its application to court for a discovery order to find out the names of subscribers who had allegedly downloaded copyright infringing anime off the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After successfully obtaining such orders against SingNet and StarHub, its similar application against Pacific Internet (PacNet) failed last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since similar information was sought in presumably similar circumstances against all three Internet Service Providers (ISPs), the natural question that arises is why PacNet succeeded where SingNet and Starhub had failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More importantly, the decision throws up more questions about the already controversial saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;District Judge Ernest Lau, who decided the PacNet case, explained that the issues raised in the PacNet case were never fully argued in the StarHub case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What he said about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the SingNet case was, however, more troubling: "For the SingNet case, the orders were made by consent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This means that SingNet did not even argue against Odex's application for subscriber information. The ISP did not even instruct its lawyers to attend the court hearing of Odex's application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Telecommunications Competition Code (TCC) prohibits unauthorised release of subscriber information by ISPs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the TCC provision may be trumped by a court order, should SingNet not have argued against Odex's application rather than consent to it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the ISP does not argue for its subscribers' rights to privacy, who will? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without a voice in court, the prohibition in the TCC becomes effectively an empty promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One also wonders whether SingNet has acted in breach of the spirit of the TCC provision and, if so, whether punitive measures are warranted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what were the arguments that PacNet raised, which the other ISPs had not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essentially, PacNet challenged both Odex's right to make the copyright infringement claims and the reliability of Odex's tracing of copyright infringers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The challenge to Odex's claim was largely successful because Odex was not the copyright owner or exclusive licensee of all but one anime video titled Mobile Suit Gundam Seed. For all the rest, it was a mere sub-licensee and, therefore, not entitled to pursue claims for copyright infringement — only copyright owners or exclusive licensees may do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accordingly, the court held that Odex had "no civil right of action under the Copyright Act against the persons whom the identities are sought".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright infringers should, however, bear in mind that even though Odex may not have the right to pursue such claims, the actual copyright owners or exclusive licensees would have such a right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was reported that Odex might appeal against the PacNet decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what about the enforcement action that Odex has already taken? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should it desist from further pursuing any claims unless it manages to get the PacNet decision reversed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What about the funds that Odex has collected in settlement of its supposed claims? Is Odex obliged to return those funds if the PacNet decision is not overturned on appeal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This brings to the fore another aspect of the Odex case — that the Odex letters of demand to subscribers were apparently not sent by lawyers but by Odex itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letters of demand sent by lawyers are subject to rules on legal conduct. For example, a lawyer may not "demand anything other than that recoverable by due process of law". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should such provisions be made broader so as to embrace letters of demand sent by persons such as Odex as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otherwise, a client sending out a letter of demand himself — even if after procuring legal advice — may easily circumvent them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another interesting snippet from the decision of District Judge Lau concerns the costs incurred by Odex in tracing the copyright infringers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Odex engaged an American company, BayTSP, to track the copyright infringers. Odex's Peter Go had quoted an article in his affidavit, which highlighted the low cost of BayTSP's services — tracing up to 100 files for only $12 per month, with a setup fee of $25 for 100 images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a notice that has been put up on its website, Odex stated that "many of those who received Odex's letter have ... settled the matter. The average amount of compensation paid by those who have settled is about $3,000 to $5,000." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet, in a letter issued to the media last week, Odex had said the total amount it has recovered so far "has not covered even 20 per cent of Odex's enforcement costs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The revelation of BayTSP's low costs heightens the mystery surrounding Odex's "enforcement costs" and revives the question of whether the quantum of the sums demanded by Odex to settle its claims against copyright infringers is excessive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the fog of all the negative perceptions generated by Odex's pursuit of copyright infringers, it should not be forgotten that copyright infringement is illegal and offenders run the risk of civil and criminal penalties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the Odex case has highlighted that all parties involved must pay more than lip service to the due process of the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The writer is a legal academic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ese are his personal views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &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/7150153-8813682751321209348?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8813682751321209348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=8813682751321209348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/8813682751321209348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/8813682751321209348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/08/singnetummm.html' title='Singnet?....ummm....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-236113559765011628</id><published>2007-08-11T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:58:03.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Pitstopper....</title><content type='html'>I find going back to NIE a hassle...Now, I understand how difficult it is to travel from Hougang to Boon Lay...Takes me an godawful 2 hours to reach...That's 4 hours of doing nothing to and fro but sitting or standing on a bus or MRT...I am still upset with someone for forgetting to key in my points for CCA, and as a result I have not gotten a hostel for the first time...Then these private hostels outside NTU are all taken up, with the earliest chance of even getting being at the end of September...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subjects are pretty dry and boring this semester...The closest thing to something interesting is this Geography module called "Feeding the World" - means I don't have to go any forest this semester and walk up and down those slopes with all kinda gadgetry...Yeah!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that some of these English tutors are very biased and keep praising their 'A' students from the crossover batch....Reminded me of how one of my own Geography tutor used to do that with my gang...Doesn't give you a good start to making friends with the rest of the classmates and worse, they'll suspect you are gonna get an 'A' with little effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arrowed to go and take charge of this food and games bazaar on Tuesday for my club...With a little help from my fellow club-mates, Annabelle and Akhila, we held a hopscotch competition and sold croquette burgers, which I ordered at a minimal price from a Canteen 16 vendor..We got back about $98 from 2 and a half hours of madness...Should have just gone into the food business lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaya got me out of the house on National Day to go to this place called &lt;a href="http://pitstopcafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pitstop Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; near Clark Quay MRT...Those board game places with food you know that seem to be sprouting everywhere..Never knew there was one at a place where I went clubbing regularly last time...His brother, sister, girlfriend and his sister's friend were there and we had loadsa fun...4 hours passed by so fast...Some of the games we played were really something...Besides typically well-known games like Taboo they also had games I've never heard of before like &lt;a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/9220"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saboteur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and my personal favourite, &lt;a href="http://www.boardgames.com/squintgame.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Food was soso but the place is cozy and nice...Oh, they also take a group picture of your gang and sell it at $1 per print...Quite cheap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this fun, a quiet sigh inside me...why?...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* I know now!...yesh I do!....waaaa.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-236113559765011628?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/236113559765011628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=236113559765011628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/236113559765011628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/236113559765011628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/08/pitstopper.html' title='Pitstopper....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3750454755894393476</id><published>2007-08-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:43:30.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Cruise is over....School?...Oh no!....</title><content type='html'>Time for school to start....argh!....I was having so much fun during my holiday on the cruise and spent so much time hanging out with friends that I got no energy to drag myself back to Boon Lay...This has been my busiest holiday so far in NIE, coz I had been working as well in the earlier half...Here's some of the pictures from the trip...There's some crazy ones but well...not suitable for publishing...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMlIWqjNI/AAAAAAAAALo/GeHSz9NHrjc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMlIWqjNI/AAAAAAAAALo/GeHSz9NHrjc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093936854314159314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We felt as clean as a baby after a trip to the Spa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMlYWqjOI/AAAAAAAAALw/ogjsWhEglz8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMlYWqjOI/AAAAAAAAALw/ogjsWhEglz8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093936858609126626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my Siew Mai!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMloWqjPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kgufD_6vaqs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMloWqjPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kgufD_6vaqs/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093936862904093938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senthil and I at our gangster best during Bingo!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFQGoWqjRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dnOuUhcXMXI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFQGoWqjRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dnOuUhcXMXI/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940728374660370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were so addicted to go-karting!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFQHYWqjTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9LvfzZwpd54/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFQHYWqjTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9LvfzZwpd54/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940741259562290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFQG4WqjSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b59RG--BVys/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFQG4WqjSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b59RG--BVys/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093940732669627682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Two Sunrises from two different Cameras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7150153-3750454755894393476?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3750454755894393476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3750454755894393476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3750454755894393476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3750454755894393476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/08/cruise-is-overschooloh-no.html' title='Cruise is over....School?...Oh no!....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RrFMlIWqjNI/AAAAAAAAALo/GeHSz9NHrjc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-5644909375731887075</id><published>2007-07-21T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:17:00.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Punish to Purify...</title><content type='html'>Every teacher and student should check out the flash video below, done by a Singaporean at the site &lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happeepill.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....The site is fantastic!...I got the link from Sharm just now, though I must say, it takes quite a while to load....Btw, I'll be off on holiday for a while...So till then, adios!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/p2pteachers/p2pteacher.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/p2pteachers/p2pteacher.swf" height="400" width="550"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-5644909375731887075?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5644909375731887075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=5644909375731887075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/5644909375731887075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/5644909375731887075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/07/punish-to-purify.html' title='Punish to Purify...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3833560194725480219</id><published>2007-07-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:16:12.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style'/><title type='text'>Coz I'm wearing my brand new shoes...</title><content type='html'>I've been going through a couple of changes in my wardrobe...Time for some change in style, and so too for the shoes...My lovely Nike Gold shoes are so worn out with street soccer games every week...Along with that I also wanted a new pair of shoes which would be a good addition with the black leather ones that I normally use for formal attire - something I could wear for both casual and formal occasions....The new boys who'll be protecting my feet, regardless of whether stinky, sticky or even with some scent of cologne have arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5oIWqjKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5wcEatLrlM8/s1600-h/DSCEF2124.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5oIWqjKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5wcEatLrlM8/s400/DSCEF2124.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5ooWqjLI/AAAAAAAAALY/LKqy1kmw-nQ/s1600-h/DSCEF2122.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5ooWqjLI/AAAAAAAAALY/LKqy1kmw-nQ/s400/DSCEF2122.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5pIWqjMI/AAAAAAAAALg/O6D4eYQZMOw/s1600-h/DSCEF2125.jp" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5pIWqjMI/AAAAAAAAALg/O6D4eYQZMOw/s400/DSCEF2125.jp" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mug Shots of the New Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3833560194725480219?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3833560194725480219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3833560194725480219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3833560194725480219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3833560194725480219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/07/coz-im-wearing-my-brand-new-shoes.html' title='Coz I&apos;m wearing my brand new shoes...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RqH5oIWqjKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5wcEatLrlM8/s72-c/DSCEF2124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6628149844605786168</id><published>2007-07-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:46:31.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online tests'/><title type='text'>Mr Linguistic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;My Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am excellent with words and language. I explain myself well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An elegant speaker, I can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am also good at remembering information and convincing someone of my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, I enjoy expanding my vocabulary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-6628149844605786168?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6628149844605786168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=6628149844605786168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6628149844605786168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6628149844605786168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-linguistic.html' title='Mr Linguistic...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-5420410245689868911</id><published>2007-07-09T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:30:04.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>For the last time...certainly...</title><content type='html'>Alrite people...It's been a while since I blogged...I didn't even have time to complete this post that I started on the 9th of July..Now it's the 13th...Got a little too busy with the offline activities lah....Amongst them was a trip to the National Stadium on 30 June....I think this time it really was the last time...Good game between the Aussies and Singapore, and the score flattered the boys from down under - 3 - 0.....I went there with Senthil, Skanda and a couple of Senthil's army friends...One of Senthil's friends was a Man Utd fan and I got annoyed at the amount of stick he was giving me and Senthil as we were waiting for our other friends, over the fact that Liverpool didn't win anything this season...I had to do something about it and so I held up 5 fingers and told him, "Read my hand bro...That's 5 European Cups...Too bad I don't have 18 fingers or I'll show you exactly how many league titles Liverpool's won...By the way, how many European Cups has your team won?...3?...no?...Oh...".....Thereafter, he sang a different tune and we were one voice in unison, cheering our Singapore lads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see how kids are picking up swear words much faster than I ever did at their age as we cursed the referee, to the slow ball boys and the Singapore players who kept falling just so that that their female physio could run onto the pitch to tend to their needs...hehe....All in all, it was quite a spectacle, with the final lighting of the cauldron by C.Kunalan, to some opera-like singing of the Aussie and Singaporean national anthems by 2 females all decked out in the respective national colours (I swear it looked a lot like superhero costumes!)....Of course the fireworks!....We almost missed it as we were just out of the stadium when the sky was jolted with a bloom of colours...Here's a few of the pics from that outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhnWlHkMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gnCBkF2wSy8/s1600-h/DSCF2010.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhnWlHkMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gnCBkF2wSy8/s400/DSCF2010.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore vs M'sia Ex-Internationals was a little boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhn2lHkOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I1pJyIr-OJ4/s1600-h/DSCF2046.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhn2lHkOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I1pJyIr-OJ4/s400/DSCF2046.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little sneak of the upcoming National Day Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpdGq0XOafI/AAAAAAAAALI/QyVSPQ73H0s/s1600-h/DSCF2019.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpdGq0XOafI/AAAAAAAAALI/QyVSPQ73H0s/s400/DSCF2019.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I liked this sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ot...The crowd and the floodlight in the background...&lt;br /&gt;with Senthil in the foreground...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhoWlHkPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_Q4jf9lDTek/s1600-h/DSCF2100.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhoWlHkPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_Q4jf9lDTek/s400/DSCF2100.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half-Time and everyone's rushing to get food, whilst the TKSS Band rolls out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIiOmlHkSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nv6dP4pVisE/s1600-h/DSCF2113.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIiOmlHkSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nv6dP4pVisE/s400/DSCF2113.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had to pose in front of the Old Lady....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIiPGlHkUI/AAAAAAAAALA/3fdLqogpW94/s1600-h/DSCF2116.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIiPGlHkUI/AAAAAAAAALA/3fdLqogpW94/s400/DSCF2116.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Tickets...One for the stadium entrance, and the other to go back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-5420410245689868911?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RpIhnWlHkMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gnCBkF2wSy8/s72-c/DSCF2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6657343698371446989</id><published>2007-06-30T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T06:39:20.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jammed the Goatee...</title><content type='html'>With my work stint over, I find myself truly starting to enjoy this holiday...Jamming sessions with my buddies Jamal and Ridzuan along with their friend in McPherson after almost 4 years has been wonderful...Our band name used to be the Unknown Cripples...We came up with this name because, there used to be a cripple who had to use crutches to walk around the coffeeshop where we ate after our jamming sessions selling tissue paper...Looks like I and Vincent were the only ones who had left the band, whilst the other two chaps have gone on to performing at clubs on a part-time basis...We've lost contact with Vincent..Last thing I remember was that he had gone to Australia to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goatee had to go...Why?...I accidentally zipped off a tuft of hair from my chin as I was shaving in the morning...So, that meant that after two beautiful weeks of the look, I had to let it go due to a technical error called "half asleep"...Having said this, it was getting tiresome answering to comments about my goatee....Here are some of the comments I've received and some of the reasons I gave for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why the goatee?" &lt;/span&gt;question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey it makes you look older"&lt;/span&gt;...(my reply was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thanks!...That's the whole idea..."&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you trying to join the Taliban?"&lt;/span&gt;...(funny indeed...I added on...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you know any Sikhs?..I am struggling at the headgear part"&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you turning into a Devdas?"&lt;/span&gt;...(This was when I let my beard grow - mandatory before getting the goatee...my reply - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yesh...Then I can find my Paro, who will be as hot as Aishwarya Rai"&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chinese girls don't like goatees you know?"&lt;/span&gt;...(This was a guy, and my reply to him was...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Interesting observation...At least I'm safe from Chinese girls now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you must have been a Chinese girl in your last life right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;...A crap comment to begin with..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think it brings out the beauty of your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;...(Wow...That's sweet but I almost choked on my cake at this point)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it helps to cushion my lower lip when I use the trumpet"&lt;/span&gt;...(This is true)...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It harbours my extreme powers, which will be unleashed upon you if you speak any further"&lt;/span&gt;...(I am so in the superhero phase still)...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It helps to trap the mosquitoes if they get too close to my face...It's the dengue season you know..."&lt;/span&gt;(I gave this excuse during the beard phase)...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-6657343698371446989?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6657343698371446989/comments/default' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3690631535820225355</id><published>2007-06-25T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:38:04.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Surprise!...</title><content type='html'>Had a very good birthday this year...First surprise was that the company I was doing a project for took out a birthday cake when I went over to hand over the completed work, two days before my birthday....Two of my female colleagues had so much to say about my goatee...This happens when people are not used to it lah...The last time I had it was in my final year in poly along with shoulder-length hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday itself, I was 'tricked' into thinking I was only meeting two of my old poly buddies, Sara and Kelvin and had a nice celebration at Swensen's where the rest of the lot were waiting....They know I love fish and it certainly was a fishy affair!...Oh, it was very pai seh having a birthday song sung there...Not one for those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had this super high expectation that I'll be receiving more of the same kind of 'surprise' where the rest of the gang will come later when I met Sharon alone at the Civil Service Club a few hours later after meeting the poly fellas...Yeah, it was a real surprise!...She was treating me herself..haha...She made me play bowling and pools with her even though she's not that good and we had an awesome meal at a Chinese restie...Two Levels up on Guna's Surprise Index for you Sharon!...I still can't believe she can't bend her thumb...mmm....genetics?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These birthday reminder services are awesome aren't they?...At first they started with websites like &lt;a href="http://www.birthdayalarm.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthdayalarm.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who made their money through services like online birthday cards and gifts...Then came along reminder services on almost every other social group sites such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Clearly the reason for some of the unexpected greetings from friends and acquaintances I haven't met in a long time....It's the the thought that counts though and I thank all of you for your greetings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3690631535820225355?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7531243143596774540</id><published>2007-06-23T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:03:53.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The mistake...</title><content type='html'>I know this was a mistake...A friend of mine was having some problem with his girl and  tried to write a poem, and showed it to the guys...Some of em weren't exactly kind and he asked me if I could help him...I just  agreed thinking he really needed some aid in scribbling that note.....So I took a poem I once left half-finished and started to change and add words to it to fit the chap's needs...Then once I finished the poem, I realised it would be very cruel for the fella to give a poem I wrote to his girl and instead told him to write it himself (I didn't think his original poem was that bad la...)....Anyway, since my poem has already been done, I decided to ask two of my friends to read it and they agreed that it was quite good...Here it is....What shall I title it as?...mmmm....got it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Boyfriend's Plea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even with two wings, there can only be one sky to fly in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When two hearts clash, there can only be one love to fall in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every language, words may be different darling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The words may change but flowers still remain flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times may change, places may change, love will still be love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a flicker of your eyes, the wheels of his heart became unturned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only your feelings may be known to the world outside...un-interned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you steal another look, will he bear the skip of another beat?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only the shadows on the floor could make a fuss and bleat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture of you, planted, watered, growing inside of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A million miles of trouble - for you, he would surely swim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bright pearls are out in the sky, burning  the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you were here next to me, sweet nothings and frivolous fights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* I certainly wrote this with someone in mind...I realised it the moment I finished it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7531243143596774540?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7531243143596774540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=7531243143596774540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7531243143596774540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7531243143596774540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/06/mistake.html' title='The mistake...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-5664171890020535496</id><published>2007-06-17T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:49:39.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Mr. Guna Presents...</title><content type='html'>Alright this post is just to let everyone know that I am alive and well..haha...A lot of things are going on lately...Army stuff...Passport stuff....Movie stuff...Meeting friends stuff...reading stuff...blah blah blah...so much stuff..Army and passport matters very confidential la...SO we'll skip those...We'll stick to movies for today....I've watched some movies over the past week or so and decided to give a review of them....The circumstances under which some of the movies were obtained or seen shall remain highly confidential as well... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RnPwKbLEXYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_rHhOjkv2Vc/s400/mrs-henderson-presents-poster-0.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course, we can't have nudity in the poster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs_Henderson_Presents"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs Henderson Presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is based on the true story of Mrs. Laura Henderson, who was the owner of the Windmill Theatre - famous for its nude '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;revuedeville&lt;/span&gt;'. The story begins with the recently widowed old lady who doesn't know what to do with the enormous amount of money she has been left with since her husband's death (I was laughing when I read this part of the synopsis..After all, which lady doesn't know how to spend money right?)....As an energetic and fun-loving character she finds it boring without her beloved husband and is adviced by her friend to find a hobby - "collecting diamonds perhaps?"...But to everyone's surprise, Mrs Henderson(Judi Dench) decides to buy over a theatre...Since she doesn't know much about running a theatre, she hires Vivian Van Damm (Bob Hobskins)....The movie basically relates to us how the Windmill goes on to become a legend from obscure beginnings, to something of a spectacle with nude girls as an attraction, especially during the war and at the heart of it is the love-hate relationship between Mrs Henderson and Mr Van Damm....At the end, we come to find out the true meaning behind Mrs Henderson's choice to buy the Windmill...A good movie with brilliantly funny dialogue and wonderful acting by the lead actors who are quite famous in British theatre circles..There were parts which seemed a little too theatrical but isn't that the whole idea?...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RnP1PrLEXaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ki01wgIYj-o/s400/pjh.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See the multitude of Eiffel Towers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris%2C_Je_t%E2%80%99aime"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Je T'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a movie which is made up of 18 five minutes &lt;em&gt;'arrondissements&lt;/em&gt;', each one directed by a different director...They say too many cooks spoil the soup...This is not that...This show is a potpourri of the facets of love, which are revealed in Paris - the so-called city of love....It's hard to believe that so many stories could be told within 1.5 hours and it feels like there's just so much to discuss...The stories are not just about romance, but also about love between a father and his daughter, a mother and her son, a gay who finds his soul-mate, a teenager who falls in love with a girl from a different faith and even about love with a vampiress!...Each and every single story is unique and directed in a style which is very distinct from the others...Most of the dialogue in the movie are in French or English, with subtitles of course...I'm sure everyone has their favourites but mine would be the bittersweet Pigalle portion which tells the story of a middle-aged man and his wife about to divorce, only to discover that they still have chemistry with each other , right in the middle of Paris' red light district...haha...I especially liked the song "Then you can tell me goodbye" which was key to that story...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!...You must watch it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RnP5VrLEXbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2Ux867Yi2g0/s400/freedom-writers-poster-0.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn't it look like&lt;br /&gt;the Dangerous Minds poster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Writers"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was recommended by Annabelle quite some time ago...It's about a teacher who  managed to get her students who come from various ethnic groups to learn to respect each other and improve their poor grades so that they could go to college through writing journals....This movie is based on a true story of Erin Gruwell(Hilary Swank) and her students during the interracial riots in Los Angeles in 1992...Well made movie though Dangerous Minds kept coming into my mind while I was watching this since they seem to share a lot of similarities...I felt that the actors who portrayed the kids in this movie were really talented and we may see some of them turn out as future stars....The sad reality in my opinion as a teacher is that in order to be able to make our own Freedom Writers, we may have to give up our social life and more, like what the teacher Gruwell did in the movie....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3.5 stars&lt;/span&gt;...Gruwell's first day in class was so nostalgic for me...hehe...Incidentally this movie is directed by the same guy who directed my favourite story in Paris Je T'aime, Richard LaGravenese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RnQSQ7LEXcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NCCLoftmlgI/s400/The_Namesake+-+Poster.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red and Yellow...&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the Republic of China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I also watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Namesake_%28film%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Namesake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is an adaptation of the book of the same name by Jhumpa Lahiri...I read the book sometime during my first year in NIE...The story is about the Ganguli family who migrate from Calcutta to New York...As their son Gogol and daughter Sonia grow up in America, Ashok and Ashima find that there is a gap between their world and their children's...Gogol on the other hand, is faced with an identity crisis as he struggles to find a unique niche of his own whilst trying to retain some of his heritage...The movie isn't altogether serious as there are some funny moments such as when Gogol introduces his Caucasian girlfriend to his parents...The most poignant part of this film is the story behind how Gogol got his name, which he tries to change when he becomes an adult....This movie is a good accompaniment to the book though I felt that Kal Penn wasn't really as charismatic as Gogol was in the book...Other than that, Irfan Khan and Tabu were awesome in their roles as Gogol's dad and mum...Maybe the fact that they acted so well could've made Penn's acting look seemingly lacking during the emotional scenes...He certainly was better at the first half  of the show where his humour came in handy...Well-directed by the award-winning Mira Nair who was right in her elements in a movie about the relationship between dads and sons, as well as about the culture shock suffered by brides who travel to new homes overseas and the identity crisis suffered by children of immigrants...Deserves the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 stars&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/7150153-5664171890020535496?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5664171890020535496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=5664171890020535496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6259235841034968293</id><published>2007-06-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:24:28.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Anything I say can make you say Whatever...</title><content type='html'>I went to a wedding today....In the morning!....So that meant I had to forego soccer....Kinda sucks doesn't it when you've to miss something you love doing as supposed to something you are obliged to go for?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding  was for my best friend in primary school, Thanaraj.....My mum got the wedding invitation from his mum since they both work at the same hospital...The last time I saw him was at my NIE Diploma coursemate Sara's brother's daughter's 1st birthday party...Thanaraj happens to be her sister-in-law's mother's brother's son....That's a mouthful of relations....Oh ya, Saras was at the wedding too...I didn't notice her as I was going up the narrow flight of stairs to the wedding hall at the Tank Road Temple and she yelled out "Guna!"....Yesh..she yelled...I greeted her nonchalantly....She told me she'll catch up with me later and that she was gonna have her meal...I proceeded on to the wedding hall and to my horror I had arrived just when the wedding ceremony had ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...Before I carry on with this story, I've gotta let you know of the series of unfortunate events that led to me being late...First, my alarm didn't wake me up in the morning....The loud construction noise outside my window did....The time was 8.30am and the wedding ceremony would end by 10am...So I quickly bathed and put on my finest and swooooshed down to the kerbside and waited for a cab...It was 9.00am at this point...There were no taxis in sight and there were like 2 people ahead of me along the road...By the time I got a cab, it was 9.15am and I was still hopeful of making it in time...Then I got the bomb...The taxi driver was this old uncle who actually uttered the dirty words, "Can you please direct me to the place?"...I simply told him, "Uncle, you do know where Mohammad Sultan Road is right?..The temple is just near there..." whilst struggling with a lousy belt buckle....Then he gave me a blank look and asked me for directions...Then I asked him to take the CTE expressway and exit at Cairnhill Circle...I even took the street directory from him to show him where to exit..At this point, I was already thinking that I was gonna blog about this - another post with a taxi driver involved (I seem to be taking the cab more often these days don't I but it sure comes up with the stories)....The CTE traffic was awful and moving at a snail's pace and my hopes of reaching in time were drying up by the second....All of a sudden while we were around the Jalan Toa Payoh area, he swerved into the PIE expressway...I was on the handphone with Siva and didn't bother asking him why because I thought that maybe there could be alternative faster route he may know of....When I put down the phone, we were somewhere in Sims Avenue and I was starting to suspect something amiss when he exited the PIE like a bad outlaw...He changed from the far right lane into the exit lane in less than 15 seconds!...He stopped by the roadside and told me with the most pathetic of voices that he didn't know how to get to the place and that we were far off the destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guna thinks "Ya, I know that bugger!"...&lt;/blockquote&gt;I simply told him to drop me off at the nearest bus-stop...He apologised profusely and told me I didn't need to pay for the ride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guna thinks again, "If you told me to pay, I'd have refused to do so and taken down your taxi number and made a complaint"....&lt;/blockquote&gt;Time check - 9.55am!...argh!...Then I got another cab, with a driver who knew his way around town and got me to the temple in 20 minutes...I was praying that like most other weddings, this would have started late...Who would have guessed that Singaporean weddings are keeping good time nowadays!...Now that the series of unfortunate events has been explained, let me continue with the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Thana's mum at the stage and she told me to have my meal first as the bride and groom were having a change of attire....In that short journey back towards the end of the hall and down the stairs to the eating area, I noticed that many people seemed to go traditional with clothes at Indian weddings...Some of the boys and men looked like jockeys with their shocking colours of jippas and kurtas....I was wearing my tailored light yellow long-sleeved shirt and dark grey pants with sharply defined long creases, which are the hallmark of a good ironing....Certainly a much better choice when compared to a couple of intelligent souls who chose to wear round-neck tees and jeans...Good vegetarian food was served and fantastic coffee!...I went back to the wedding hall after that and was just in time to join the queue and give my wedding token or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang pow&lt;/span&gt;...Thanaraj gave me the "Sargunan!" shock greeting too and his wife seemed rather amused..mmm...Maybe his mum may have forgotten to let him know that my family was invited too..But it sure was great to see  my friend again, officially united with the woman in his life...I also met his younger brother who asked me when it'll be my turn...I had an quick answer to that surprisingly..."In 5 years time bro.."...Why did I say 5 years?...I really do not know...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later I was out of the temple and walking towards the bus-stop....I could see from the corner of my eyes from a distance that there was a girl sitting at one of the long tiled benches at the bus-stop ...Quite obviously an Indian girl because she was wearing her salwar kameez...I couldn't be bothered to look at her and was just walking past her to take my place at the other bench when I heard a familiar high-pitched voice calling my name...I turned around and well well, it was none other than Saras....I thought I had escaped her...She was sitting there waiting for her boyfriend who was coming to pick her up in a taxi....&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RmFxYqzWqSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0gQIN2fN_Kc/s400/content-1179383064.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything or Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We kibitzed over what's been happening in our lives until my bus arrived...She wants to come back to NIE to do her degree and asked me about my life since crossing over to the degree programme....Somewhere in the middle of our conversation, we agreed that the &lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drink Ads marketed at bus-stops were a bit raunchy...I managed to convince Saras that the words Anything and Whatever are the two most commonly used words by women.....I told her that the word &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whatever" is a form of defence mechanism in situations where a woman meets a man of higher wit and a better gift of the gab and doesn't want to lose in the war of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The word "Anything" is used when a girl wants to be a bit submissive to a guy and wants him to make the decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....Guys, when a girl tells you "anything" when you ask them where they wanna eat or shop or something along those lines, beware!...IT is a test!...I do like the TV ads they had for these drinks though...Hilarious!...Check out my favourite one below....By the way, I have another wedding to attend tomorrow morning!...argh!...I've to miss badminton!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oUVVM79KGxA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oUVVM79KGxA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything/Whatever Drink TV Ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-6259235841034968293?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Interestingly not, I scored high on confidence, extroversion, openess and masculinity....I usually score high for my confidence and extroversion on most personality tests....Take a look at my other &lt;a href="http://sargunan.blogspot.com/search/label/online%20tests"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;online  tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys have given me a specialised tag with each colour representing different traits which are shown in the chart below...Scroll over the colours to see which trait each one represents....They have described my personality as being a &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=vrxhqmyBWjLcXce-OO-DCAAD-c0e7&amp;u=d12d615393ab"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benevolent Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!...Leader ok, but benevolent?...mmm...I guess I may have that side to me....Now when I die, people can add another line to my epitaph - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here lies Sargunan - Benevolent Leader&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coz he'll graciously make you follow him down&lt;/span&gt;...hehe....Have your &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PersonalDNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; analysed today!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; position: relative; width: 236px; height: 30px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_lef.gif" style="position: absolute; top: 0pt; left: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Confidence" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 18px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 25px; background-color: rgb(247, 25, 25);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Openness" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 43px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 23px; background-color: rgb(24, 237, 130);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Extroversion" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 66px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 26px; background-color: rgb(252, 25, 252);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Empathy" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 92px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 17px; background-color: rgb(212, 21, 116);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Trust" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 109px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 22px; background-color: rgb(23, 23, 235);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Agency" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 131px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 20px; background-color: rgb(22, 224, 22);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Masculinity" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 151px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 26px; background-color: rgb(25, 140, 255);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Femininity" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 177px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 1px; background-color: rgb(133, 133, 13);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Spontenaiety" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 178px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 12px; background-color: rgb(18, 184, 184);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Attention to Style" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 190px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 18px; background-color: rgb(45, 45, 45);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Authoritarianism" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 208px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 6px; background-color: rgb(86, 16, 156);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Earthy" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 214px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 3px; background-color: rgb(240, 132, 24);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Functional" style="overflow: hidden; position: absolute; left: 217px; top: 0px; height: 30px; width: 2px; background-color: rgb(76, 138, 14);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_rig.gif" style="position: absolute; top: 0pt; left: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; width: 236px; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This chart shows thirteen personality traits. Each bar indicates the percentage of test takers who entered a lower value for that trait than you did. For example, if Confidence is at 80, that means that 80% of people entered lower values for confidence questions than you did. Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.personaldna.com/glossary.php" onclick="popup('http://www.personaldna.com/glossary.php'); return false;" title="find out more about each of the traits"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about the traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;table width="300"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Confidence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="282" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="18" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;94&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Openness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="258" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="42" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;86&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Extroversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="294" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;98&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="198" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="102" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;66&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Trust in others&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="252" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="48" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;84&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Agency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="228" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;76&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Masculinity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="300" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;100&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Femininity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="6" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="294" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Spontaneity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="132" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="168" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;44&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Attention to style&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="210" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="90" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;70&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Authoritarianism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="66" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;22&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="left"&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Earthy/Imaginative&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="168" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="132" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Imaginative&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;Earthy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;56&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Aesthetic/Functional&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar.jpg" height="15" width="138" /&gt;&lt;img class="bar" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/bar2.jpg" height="15" width="162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt; &lt;span class="caption"&gt;Functional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="captionright"&gt;Aesthetic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;46&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;h2 class="reportsection"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3090011595300357155?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3090011595300357155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3090011595300357155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3090011595300357155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3090011595300357155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/06/sargunan-benevolent-leader.html' title='Sargunan - Benevolent Leader'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3687516391314287655</id><published>2007-05-30T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:48:03.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Shrek in Time...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged...It's the work people...When I do programming, I tend to go into this hiatus in blogging simply because I start hating the computer....I think most programmers would agree with me....at least the sane ones would...So once I am done with the work for the day, I straight away head towards the stadium for a run, or sometime have a workout at the gym in the event that I do not have any meetings with mates planned for the day....Currently I am also involved in a little hobby of mine, which I shall keep a secret till a time when I deem it fit to be revealed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my closest friends from my diploma days in NIE just cancelled an appointment we made for tomorrow like almost a week ago...I am sure anyone will absolutely hate it when people cancel plans to meet at the 11th hour, especially for sketchy reasons like, "my dog spilled my chicken curry and I need to recook"...I just made that up.....Anyway, my friend quickly read my mind before she actually sent me a carefully crafted sms to apologise...haha...Uncharacteristically, I wasn't even angry at all....maybe it's the work...or maybe because the words "a leopard can't change its spots" appeared on my mind...Most of all I suppose it's because her apologies seemed sincere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rl05vazWqRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_3mhc6esexY/s1600-h/wanyingbday.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rl05vazWqRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_3mhc6esexY/s400/wanyingbday.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monfort School bunch all together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I received an email from Anthony with the pictures taken at Wanying's Birthday Chalet....I think I forgot to mention in my previous posts that she's 6 months pregnant now with her second baby which explains her larger frame in the picture...Father Jack sure is fast with his family planning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it odd standing next to Anthony(far left in picture)...He used to be my secondary school's star striker when I was in sec 1 and 2 and was the tallest and I would be the second shortest player in the team...Then all of a sudden, the rest of us shot up and he remained rooted down to earth....But his dribbling skills still kept him in the team, albeit on a reserve slot....Actually the coach was a little biased ethnically(that's the politically correct word now eh?) and Anthony really should have been in the first team...I was blessed with a good left foot and because no one else in my school team was left footed, I became an auto selection for left-back and left midfield most of the time....Likewise, I was selected to be a doubles mini-tennis player for my primary school for being a left-handed player...Who said being a leftie was bad huh?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrek_3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek the Third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Skanda and Vik today....It isn't as bad as what some people say lah....It just isn't as good as the first two movies but still is worth watching....The part where all the fairy tale princesses sit around having tea reminded me of something....I once asked this person to tell me which princess she would choose to be among all the disney princesses...And I would call her that from time to time...Basically this movie's about Shrek's search for Arthur, who is the King's 2nd choice to take over the kingdom of Far Far Away and his overcoming of the fears of becoming a dad....I'm giving it 3 stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3687516391314287655?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3687516391314287655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3687516391314287655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3687516391314287655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3687516391314287655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/05/shrek-in-time.html' title='Shrek in Time...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rl05vazWqRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_3mhc6esexY/s72-c/wanyingbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-610148049678399857</id><published>2007-05-22T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:30:02.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Enzamatic Attack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RlIIxKzWqOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PSA5OIIXIHM/s400/carlin.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I am having a terrible flu!...I can't sleep with all the sneezing...and I'm staying up to do my project instead...Programming is a difficult process with all the blocked nose, phelgm and sore throat!..argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this reminds me of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Carlin"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; observation..."Does it surprise you that you don't sneeze while peeing in the toilet?....Ah, the wonders of God!"....He has to be up there amongst the best stand-up comedians of all time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourites from his routine is "the stuff". Check out the youtube video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvgN5gCuLac"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvgN5gCuLac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Carlin on Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-610148049678399857?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Alien...And why does everyone wear black to pubs?...Is it because they are afraid they'll puke on their clothes?...Do you know that you can have a 78% higher success rate at attracting attention if you wear brighter clothes to a pub?(ya..That was my BS...mmm..or is it?)...We also went down to Krish where I met two ladies with whom I had a decent conversation amidst less noisier settings, and when my friends and I were leaving, one of em asked me for my number and gave me hers...Bhim Boy who was standing next to me was looking at me with wide eyes...haha...But well, I probably won't call...I never do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back at 6.30 am in the morning!...I knew I would do a big K.O. and miss badminton at 10 am if I slept and so I ended up watching the Korean movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seducing_Mr._Robin"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seducing Mr. Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, all thanks to Veoh!...The funnies from the tension between the leads and the great chemistry between them is worth watching and this movie is highly reccommended from me...4 stars!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Henry at his block, instead of walking towards the bus stop as usual, he told me we're taking a different route and then surprised me with his new car, a yellow Jazz and asked me when I was gonna get mine...I simply told him, I'll think about it long after I get attached because I didn't need a car now, and more importantly I wouldn't want a girl to love me just coz I have a car, which means that I could fetch her around from shopping centre to centre like what some idiots out there are doing....AKA free-of-charge chauffeur boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After badminton, I certainly had that big K.O....I was supposed to go Downtown East for Jack's wife Wanying's birthday bbq at 5.30pm and had overslept by an hour...So a thirty minute cab ride was endured with a very expletive-happy driver, who had some grudge against passengers who don't talk to him...He even mentioned that some of his colleagues died due to heart attack and squarely blamed it on stress given by passengers...I promptly asked him if he was feeling alright today...He said he felt great because I was a real gentleman and was having a conversation with him(ya right!...)....At this point, I really wanted to use my line, "Sorry, I am not a gentleman...I am a man!" but those heart attack stories kinda kept me in check....The bbq itself was good...Lots of catching up over what's been happening with other friends and a fantastic double chocolate truffle birthday cake!...Damn, I must find out where they bought it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home some time ago and I am very very tired...but I felt like sharing this bit before going to sleep..Good night!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3420253448915168088?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3420253448915168088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7609648934363872776</id><published>2007-05-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:44:07.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>My take on the dating process...</title><content type='html'>That's how it's supposed to be...easy...simple...That's just not like that with her...It's not easy and on some level, it just has to be easy asking someone out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single...Maybe that's just who I am...And you know what?...I like being single...Stay out as late as you want...Not needing to answer to anybody...The whole world full of endless possibilities....Not having to go to some farmer's market or undergarment store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I thought that night would have been the turning point...That, that was the night my life would begin to make some magical sense...It ended up sitting on the fence...Maybe she needs the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm going out with my friends, and who knows I may hang out with someone beautiful, intelligent, witty and has a great sense of humour...Ah, but that X-factor called chemistry...Seriously, nothing else matters....People, when you find it, try your very best not to let go...Almost rare to come by...Me?....My brain is a little stubborn...I still think of her when I go to sleep now and then...For now, let me psyche up and roll on to the party!...woohooo!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7609648934363872776?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7609648934363872776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7788314398783032277</id><published>2007-05-18T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:30:02.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>What will you tell your children?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RkzZ8KzWqMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/C9q1fnZ9300/s400/howimetyourmother3.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cast of How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;From left: Barney, Robin, Ted, Lily and Marshall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It was really awful after great comedies like Friends and Fraiser ended their run....Nothing that came on the tube after that could sustain my interest for long....That was until I started watching episodes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_I_Met_Your_Mother"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from my NTU MIRC network....It is absolutely the perfect successor to friends....It's been great watching this show over the last 5 months or so....Basically, the story is told by the father to his two kids in the year 2030, about how he met their mother...I dare say it has the potential to be even better than Friends with its unique show format which features a lot of reverse story telling...They use extensive use of flashback scenes like "3 hours ago"or "2 days earlier" to tell the viewers of the interesting events that lead to the more current predicaments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present season has 5 main characters...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ted Mosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Josh Radnor) is our main man...An architect who believes in finding The ONE or what we call soulmate and every bit of a romantic...His dating adventures or misadventures are a key part of the first season....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Marshall Eriksen&lt;/span&gt;(Jason Segel) is Ted's best friend who is a law grad, and is attached to his college sweetheart, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lily Aldrin&lt;/span&gt;(Alyson Hannigan)..He loves doin the robot dance and he is very good at all kind of games...Lily is a kindergarten teacher who has deep desires of being a painter some day...These two are like the super lovey dovey couple, who make use of this 'pause' concept to change their state of mind when they are mad at each other..hehe..It's funny when they do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/span&gt;(Neil Patrick Harris) has to be the most hilarious character on this show...He is a womaniser with an arrogant attitude..He likes wearing suits..He is brutally honest with his friends to the point of being cruel...But this is the same thing that endears him to the group...His job is unknown as he always sidesteps any questions regarding his job by answering "Oh please"....And yeah, he is the inventor of what Ted calls the "greatest pick-up line of all time"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his search for The ONE, Ted meets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Robin Scherbatsky&lt;/span&gt;(Cobie Smulders), to whom he accidentally reveals his love for her on their first date...Robin goes on to become his friend instead and joins the rest of the clique...However, it is obvious from the start that Ted and Robin have that connection and this shows through in their attempts to make the other person jealous....She's a journalist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that you can find a little of yourself in the character you like the most in a comedy series...When Friends was around, I saw a lot of myself in Chandler Bing and it was proven by a &lt;a href="http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/05/which-friend-is-guna.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;poll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had in a post last year....At first I was not so sure for this show....Then I realised it...I see myself as 70% of Ted and 30% of Barney!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that Channel 5 or StarTV start broadcasting this wonderful series soon...I found two videos that should give you an idea of what the characters are like and what has happened in season 1 already...Enjoy!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6Yy_BJYdtc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6Yy_BJYdtc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest pick-up line of all Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Og_1h5YziEs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Og_1h5YziEs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted and Robin's Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7788314398783032277?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7788314398783032277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=7788314398783032277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7788314398783032277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7788314398783032277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-will-i-tell-my-children.html' title='What will you tell your children?...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RkzZ8KzWqMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/C9q1fnZ9300/s72-c/howimetyourmother3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-8076089903082135574</id><published>2007-05-16T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T04:37:39.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RkofwkqusBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4EgqTqGXD6Q/s400/Kite_runner.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kite Runner Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.khaledhosseini.com/hosseini-books-kiterunner.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.khaledhosseini.com/hosseini-bio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...It is quite a story....The writer is a Afghan American who migrated to the United States in his early teens with his family just around the time that the communist took over the country...It is very clear from the attention to details, how Hosseini derives a lot of the inspiration for this book from his own experience of life in Afghanistan...He shows the distinctions in social status that was present in his youth; particularly between the Pashtuns and the Hazaras who are treated like lower class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story tells how friendship transcends all differences between the son of a rich Pashtun, Amir and his servant's son Hassan who is a Hazara. Yet in a painful kind of restraint, this same friendship goes into hiding when they are faced with the repulsive looks, at each point of the story....When the adults themselves are so immersed in this distinction between classes, it percolates through into the minds of the children too...This creates a certain kind of space between Amir and Hassan when they are in front of others - Amir taking the role of the boss and Hassan, the subservient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the book is that Hosseini brings out the feelings of each character whether it be sorrow or happiness with much depth...There are some scenes which will shock you with their plain ruthlessness!....So be warned....A lot of focus is given to Amir, who has to eventually flee from his life of comfort in Afghanistan, and ends up migrating to America with his Baba(or father) where they are greeted with a change for the worse...a change of fortunes which also greets his own nation...At the back of Amir's mind is whether he will ever find redemption for his lack of respect for his friendship with Hassan...Definitely worth reading...It's filled with iconic moments that are so aplenty in anyone's childhood at the beginning....With the transition to adulthood, there is a sense of honest truth attached to the narration by Amir, and a scent of hope at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*edit* This review has been added to NLB's &lt;a href="http://dl.nlb.gov.sg/highbrowseonline/2007/05/sargunan_has_read_the_kite_run.html#more"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Highbrowse Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-8076089903082135574?l=sargunan.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RkofwkqusBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4EgqTqGXD6Q/s72-c/Kite_runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3930442070204932203</id><published>2007-05-15T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:33:09.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>He's got the whole world in his hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RkjCOEqusAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/70611TO8mck/s400/B000A2XCBC.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Oscar for Best Documentary 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My weekend was good....Played soccer with my buddies and then caught &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Born_into_Brothels"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Born Into Brothels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Siva and his family when he invited me over to see his new place in Clementi on Saturday....It was a documentary and I'd never watched a documentary in a cinema and it was my first movie at Vivocity...Nice seats!!...The show was quite hallucinating with the overt use of handycams and hindi film music, though it did bring out some of the issues that children born to prostitutes in India face...The director of the film tried to use photography  as a way of getting the children to be more confident about their abilities and tries to get them to go into boarding schools where they would be safe from facing the painful realities back home....3 stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my granny and mum to Sakunthala's Restaurant for Mother's Day, the following day...Actually, I wanted to bring em to Mama Africa Restaurant in Telok Ayer but my granny is so old fashioned that only curried stuff would go down her throat any day...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I made a trip back to my NTU hostel to pack my stuff out...Ara called me and asked me to teach him how to use MIRC to download movies...That took almost a night!...Weird that in the middle of it all, we started talking about philosophy and life...Quite an interesting chap...Still not totally used to his brand of funny though...He once called a girl "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yennadi&lt;/span&gt;" in Tamil and she not knowing Tamil, was telling him not to irritate her, whilst laughing about it...I was annoyed because it is really rude to talk to a girl that way and told him to stop it...in Tamil obviously or he'll get one hell of a smack from the girl I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been doing a bit of travelling in the past few days, I've noticed that our standard of English in Singpore really needs some improvement...For one, when I asked the taxi driver to go to Clark Quay (pronounced, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clark Key&lt;/span&gt;), he asked me back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Car Kueh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..What can I say?...I went along with it..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesh ah uncle...Car Kueh!&lt;/span&gt;"....Vivian and Andy, my poly club-mates who were seated at the back couldn't stop laughing....Then I saw a mother who was speaking to her 1 year old child whom she was carrying whilst going down the MRT escalator at Outram station...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;airloplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...B is for boy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....Oh my God!...Air-LOplane!!...For God's sake, please stick to A is for apples!....I pity the P1 teachers who are gonna get that kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...He's got the whole world in his hands...doesn't he?...If not for these little differences in all of us, wouldn't it be a bore living life?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3930442070204932203?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3930442070204932203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3930442070204932203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3930442070204932203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3930442070204932203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/05/hes-got-whole-world-in-his-hands.html' title='He&apos;s got the whole world in his hands...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RkjCOEqusAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/70611TO8mck/s72-c/B000A2XCBC.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-374690523203712457</id><published>2007-05-11T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T07:24:14.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Story</title><content type='html'>Something dawned on me yesterday and I felt inspired to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Most Beautiful Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole world awaits you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a prince on his glorious journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never hesitate, never give up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belief is what you need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beware of the demons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They will come in many disguises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lust, greed, wrath, pride or even envy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravest of hearts succeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is only one chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A single lifetime of achievement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the moment of truth is approaching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you stay and fight on?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is yours truely forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you be a man and stand by her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give her your very best till sunset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;princesses love heroes too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she may be queer and irate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but don't mind those little squabbles lad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she probably feels the same way too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you and your constant dues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing can be perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you keep trying, you'll never know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most beautiful story ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could be heard throughout this land..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It all depends on your endeavour...&lt;br /&gt;and hers too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-374690523203712457?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/374690523203712457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=374690523203712457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/374690523203712457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/374690523203712457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/05/whole-world-awaits-you.html' title='The Most Beautiful Story'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-4453515741530202285</id><published>2007-05-09T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:50:13.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mean-man</title><content type='html'>I can be a mean person you know...It's not within my nature to be nice to everyone at all times...Even amongst close friends, they say I can be really mean at times though they've understood it is a part of me...I do try to curb it and I am beginning to find the nicer side of me...I can't be one of those guys who'll try to impress the girls by being super nice or giving lavish gifts....It may make things easier I suppose but wouldn't I be cheating someone by doing so?...mmm....Anyone doing it is surely going to show their true colours later...I'd rather be me and be creative with the surprises I am capable of...I wonder how many guys would answer a girl if she asks "so you think I am pretty?..."...Don't you agree there's a perfect moment for it, when it overwhelms you and you feel like telling it?...Why would a girl be so impatient to find out this?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-4453515741530202285?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4453515741530202285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=4453515741530202285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4453515741530202285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4453515741530202285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/05/mean-man.html' title='Mean-man'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-4810243394321754805</id><published>2007-05-07T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:38:00.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy Days are here again!...</title><content type='html'>After exams on Thursday, I packed my bag and headed down to Pulau Ubin on Friday to do some location survey with my fellow scout leaders for an upcoming camping trip with their boys...Met up with Udaya, Senthil, Jan, Wayne and a couple of other familiar faces at Sin Ming after almost 4 months on Saturday morning for football and Spiderman 3 in the evening...The weekend was rounded up by badminton on Sunday with the secondary school classmates...Shiok!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends' revealed to me that he plucked up the courage to ask a girl out in his workplace...All of us at the table where we were having lunch cheered...I mean this is one of the quietest guys anyone would have ever seen...He has a lot of excellent qualities which should easily endear him to most girls but his silent killing is obviously a sticky issue...Out of curiosity, I asked him to describe the girl...."She's quieter than me!", was the reply...No wonder...I think this will force the chap to open his mouth a little more...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webshots.com/g/55/439-sh/61931.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rj4s3kqur9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/DYu0x6QsyMc/s400/waldo.JPG" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reading Love Poems" from Webshots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then he said something very serious...."We spoke mostly about things like work when we went out...I don't know where to bring her out next time..."...Soon, a flurry of  suggestions came...Some were a bit odd to me - going on a long walk in the beach or park...How is he gonna get inspired to be interesting in such quiet places when he speaks to the girl?...I thought it'll be more fun having coffee at a cafe and making innocuous comments about unsuspecting people who were zooming past in an area with high mobility....Starbucks at Raffles City springs to my mind now!....When I mentioned poetry, the table kinda went silent...The fellas were like, "That's too difficult man!"....Why not?...Aren't they the words from the depth of your heart and soul, layed out bare in the simplest, sweetest and most sincere way to seduce your darling?...I suppose each and every guy has his own way of wooing the girl who holds the keys to his heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Give All to Love&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;    Give all to love;&lt;br /&gt;Obey thy heart;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, kindred, days,&lt;br /&gt;Estate, good fame,&lt;br /&gt;Plans, credit, and the muse;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a brave master,&lt;br /&gt;Let it have scope,&lt;br /&gt;Follow it utterly,&lt;br /&gt;Hope beyond hope;&lt;br /&gt;High and more high,&lt;br /&gt;It dives into noon,&lt;br /&gt;With wing unspent,&lt;br /&gt;Untold intent;&lt;br /&gt;But 'tis a god,&lt;br /&gt;Knows its own path,&lt;br /&gt;And the outlets of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis not for the mean,&lt;br /&gt;It requireth courage stout,&lt;br /&gt;Souls above doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Valor unbending;&lt;br /&gt;Such 'twill reward,&lt;br /&gt;They shall return&lt;br /&gt;More than they were,&lt;br /&gt;And ever ascending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave all for love;—&lt;br /&gt;Yet, hear me, yet,&lt;br /&gt;One word more thy heart behoved,&lt;br /&gt;One pulse more of firm endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;Keep thee to-day,&lt;br /&gt;To-morrow, for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Free as an Arab&lt;br /&gt;Of thy beloved.&lt;br /&gt;Cling with life to the maid;&lt;br /&gt;But when the surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Vague shadow of surmise,&lt;br /&gt;Flits across her bosom young&lt;br /&gt;Of a joy apart from thee,&lt;br /&gt;Free be she, fancy-free,&lt;br /&gt;Do not thou detain a hem,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the palest rose she flung&lt;br /&gt;From her summer diadem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though thou loved her as thyself,&lt;br /&gt;As a self of purer clay,&lt;br /&gt;Tho' her parting dims the day,&lt;br /&gt;Stealing grace from all alive,&lt;br /&gt;Heartily know,&lt;br /&gt;When half-gods go,&lt;br /&gt;The gods arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-4810243394321754805?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4810243394321754805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=4810243394321754805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4810243394321754805'/><link 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term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>The last training session...</title><content type='html'>My beloved Reds are playing Chelski tonight at Anfield in the second leg of the Champions League semi-final....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more confident about their chances this time around than when they last won the Champions League coz the team is simply so much better...I still can't fathom how they did it then but it was magical for them to come back from 3-0 down against Milan in the final...As a true Kopite, I refused to admit defeat when my friend called to taunt me at half time during that eventful 2005 final....However, little did I know what was to transpire after that first half as it has now gone on to be regarded as one of the greatest European Cup finals ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-2304498277406024715&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Champions League Final 2005 highlights...Like a Musical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rjc5Zkqur7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ULZT7fNqBeI/s400/NPX+Liverpool+Train+23.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They even practiced  looking remorseful just in case they lost...&lt;br /&gt;or is it a boy-band dance routine for a goal celebration?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I just saw pictures of their last training session before the match today on the official &lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool FC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site...Proud of these lads...They beat last year's winners Barcelona when no one thought they could in the second round....Hope they extend this run to the final and maybe we'll meet the old foe, Man United...Some insist on calling them that....I wonder how that  shortened form came about...mmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on...Walk on...With hope in your heart....And you'll never walk alone!...You'll never walk alone!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-811217456736073942?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/811217456736073942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=811217456736073942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/811217456736073942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/811217456736073942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-training-session.html' title='The last training session...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rjc5Zkqur7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ULZT7fNqBeI/s72-c/NPX+Liverpool+Train+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-1113330065920177801</id><published>2007-04-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:48:01.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>For Whom the Forest?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RjMTgkqur6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/28-b_A7xk74/s1600-h/BTNRexhibit.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RjMTgkqur6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/28-b_A7xk74/s400/BTNRexhibit.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The exhibition poster by Dr. Chatterjea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Geography tutor, Dr. Chat arranged an exhibition for my Biogeography class and her NTU elective class to show their research project findings on  the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve...Come and visit us then ok?...Click on the image to know more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that quite a number of schools are coming to visit us...I wonder if I'll meet any of my ex-coursemates from the diploma programme...That'll be cool as I've not met some of my own clique since december...It's understandable when they are so busy with their wacky kids in school and I'm here living a working adult's dreams of becoming a student again....Trust me, it is not a dream...It is a nightmare filled with exams, tests, projects and little social life just like any other job...Two more exam papers for me this coming week before I get busy with something else...Holidays!...A welcome change of course....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-1113330065920177801?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Spy Experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Class 'A' Love Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'd do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to take you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know I'll take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know I'd die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah I'd die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close my eyes but I can't escape this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your voice is so gentle and appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takes me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bit of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh wont you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come a little bit closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavenly, I draw my puckered lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so slowly you smother me within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and wont you say you'll be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were gonna take it slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last a little bit longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to listen yeah I tried to reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but this feeling just won't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you draw me in so close you burn my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but still I turn to you all night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn my back, I can't stop resisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't deny this love everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light this love divine constellation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mind my heart, this twisted attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taste your sweet release on my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rest my soul but leave me so breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God forgive but please don't deny this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so come on, shine on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shine all your love upon us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-5936059878058191983?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5936059878058191983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=5936059878058191983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/5936059878058191983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/5936059878058191983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-spy-experiment.html' title='The Great Spy Experiment'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RitvJqR_3II/AAAAAAAAAHE/Jnsj_lOkhG4/s72-c/greatspyexperiment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6719730220652473663</id><published>2007-04-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:16:31.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RiVU-PMVdcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LI3d5K5Llx0/s1600-h/HPIstory.JPG" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RiVU-PMVdcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LI3d5K5Llx0/s400/HPIstory.JPG" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 359px; height: 347px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The letter to Voices that made me write this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Some chap wrote a letter to the Today Voices section and suggested using the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Planet_Index"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Planet Index&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or HPI to rate our Ministers' performances in his letter dated 13th April 2007 (Click on the picture to read it).... He mentioned that the index is calculated based on the three criteria of life satisfaction, life expectancy and ecological footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must point out that the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecological_footprint"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ecological footprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; criterion used in the index is biased against a nation like Singapore which is totally urbanised with most of its food supplies imported from other parts of the world... Thus, we incur a negatively high score of 6.2 against a world average of 1.5. I also think you cannot forget that the perception of happiness is very subjective for the other two criterion, depending on the aspirations of the society. Would you have been satisfied if 65 % of us were involved with subsistence farming today? Because that is the main economy of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanuatu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanuatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the country that is number one in the HPI...It really depends on what your perception of happiness is, doesn't it?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a strong government which had the foresight to attract foreign investment to aid Singapore's industrialisation and promote economic growth after gaining independence, we would not be the "unhappy" nation we are today; a demanding lot... It is inevitable that in developed societies that some people do get left behind. In countries like the US and Australia, they pamper their citizens with social welfare programmes, which may leave some of them over-reliant on handouts. But in Singapore, the government has much better policies such as the Workfare bonus and CPF to try and keep Singporeans self-reliant... I believe that the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_Development_Index"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human Development Index&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; used by the United Nations which is a comparative measurement of literacy, standard of living and life expectancy is a far better tool to measure our leaders' performances as it is objective. Singapore is ranked 25th on this index with Norway in first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Ministers' pay. how many of us would be willing to join politics for all the brouhaha about the need to be motivated by altruistic values to become a MP in Singpore? Several of the Ministers we have now in Parliament were on Government scholarships when they were younger, especially those with military ranks attached to their names and it simply paved the way for them to come into the PAP when the time was right...So what's the use of opposition MP Sylvia Lim saying that "public service should remain a noble undertaking" when people are not gallantly fighting tooth and nail over the chance to become an MP? (The Taiwanese certainly do..Remember the shoe flying incident in their parliament?).....Even the PAP has mentioned how difficult it is for them to get capable candidates let alone the opposition....The reality is that most Singaporeans have simply become an apolitical bunch...Money seems to matter more because it's been internalised - that kiasu attitude...Ok, I am done...btw did I mention that our &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/04/11/singapore.charity.reut/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM's current salary is three times that of President George Bush's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-6719730220652473663?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6719730220652473663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=6719730220652473663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6719730220652473663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/6719730220652473663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happiness...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RiVU-PMVdcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LI3d5K5Llx0/s72-c/HPIstory.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-1571397254437284448</id><published>2007-04-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:01:01.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>That boy is hitting fever pitch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RiQtjvMVdZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4LZZY5mWuYw/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Left: Héctor Jiménez, Sanjaya Malakar, Mowgli&lt;br /&gt;Long lost cousins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And at last I know who that guy whom everybody believes should be out a long time ago in American Idol, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanjaya_Malakar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sanjaya Malakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, reminds me of....He looks a bit like the thin fella who acted as the sidekick in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nacho Libre&lt;/span&gt;!...He may also pass off as Mowgli I think...I must say, the 17 year old has improved with his confidence and singing as the show has progressed but seriously, he is riding a lot of his luck on the changing personality of his hairness...Or maybe, it's because most of the other contestant are awfully predictable and boring...There is also a story that Sanjaya's continued presence is due to the campaign by Howard Stern, the quirky radio DJ to vote for Sanjaya, in the hope of convincing the producers to end the show forever by making the least worthy singer win....What a plot!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RiQ1r_MVdaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sQmF9AAyvB0/s400/drew_barrymore6.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Finale...&lt;br /&gt;I bet they felt uncomfortable kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fever_Pitch_%282005_film%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Perfect Catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....I've got two things to mention...No chemisty between the leads, Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore and Fallon is an awful actor....I used to think he could do the crossover to the bigscreen from Saturday Night Live coz he was quite a creative comedian but alas...I can swear this movie would have been a bigger hit if they had gone with Adam Sandler or John Cusack instead....Quite good story nonetheless...Its about a successful businesswoman who falls in love with a guy only to realise that his passion for the Red Sox baseball team is way beyond her wildest imagination...So basically, it's about the giving and taking in a relationship....The story's adapted from the book, Fever Pitch by British Author &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Hornby"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nick Hornby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....I've read the book before and it's an autobiography of the author and his undying love for Arsenal football club and how it affected his relationship..If you love British humour which comes across in a matter-of-fact manner, then you should check him out...I've seen two other movies adapted from Hornby's writings - High Fidelity and About a Boy and I recommend them highly...Well, much more than The Perfect Catch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a classic at all...It's for that "I am so tired after finishing my final project that I'll watch something" mode...&lt;br /&gt;&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/7150153-1571397254437284448?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1571397254437284448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=1571397254437284448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1571397254437284448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1571397254437284448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-indian-boy-is-hitting-fever-pitch.html' title='That boy is hitting fever pitch...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RiQtjvMVdZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4LZZY5mWuYw/s72-c/Untitled-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-556215727431323132</id><published>2007-04-14T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:23:35.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>How long does it take to boil an egg? Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rh_-9vMVdYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nKZYTEwXka8/s400/Noname.png" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Experiement Setup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - the egg is held in&lt;br /&gt;place by what else but an egg holder of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It seems that some lecturers from the Natural Science and Science Education department in NIE, co-wrote an article with the above title!...When I scanned through their paper, it was full of physics lingo!....Just look at their introductory line!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boiling an egg involves non-steady thermal diffusion where the temperature within the egg is dependent on both time and position, and due to its geometry, an exact solution, if available, will likely have complicated expressions..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks, let's get back to the more important matter....How long does it actually take to boil an egg?....According to the experiments conducted using the contraption shown, it was determined that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;an egg reaches hard-boiled perfection when it is heated under a temperature of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;85 ◦C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;750 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or slightly under 13 minutes....So there you go....Go and see if it really tastes nice or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are crazy enough to wanna read their article, their reference is given below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Buay, D., Foong, S.K., Kiang, D. and Kuppan, L. (2006). How long does it take to boil an egg? Revisited, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;European Journal of Physics&lt;/span&gt;. 27, pp119 - 131&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-556215727431323132?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/556215727431323132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=556215727431323132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/556215727431323132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/556215727431323132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-long-does-it-take-to-boil-egg.html' title='How long does it take to boil an egg? Revisited'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rh_-9vMVdYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nKZYTEwXka8/s72-c/Noname.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-4374103773096206903</id><published>2007-04-11T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:03:41.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts'/><title type='text'>Le Fantôme de l’Opéra</title><content type='html'>I had it all planned out...but I guess the surprise I had in store would not be carried out....Hope at least you guys managed to or hopefully will catch the Phantom in action at the &lt;a href="http://www.esplanade.com/SOPApp/espsop/portal_proxy?uri=tgT_xhMHoh-8e%211ovCUG39YnDZI_,-@Rqw8x3@gJshffDV649ihMXv,8sDKsQaTpsJFM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before he brings the curtains down on his Opera on 13th May....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered this suddenly, because I caught the Man United versus Roma game earlier...Goals galore as Manure won 7 - 1....One of the Roma players, Christian Chivu was wearing a protective mask...Doesn't it look strikingly similar?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RhwPxPMVdWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6iKPiZ7m0LE/s400/opera1dq0.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RhwPxfMVdXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MnkVntEokrk/s400/524048_bigportrait.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phantom has been reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7150153-4374103773096206903?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4374103773096206903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=4374103773096206903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4374103773096206903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4374103773096206903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-fantme-de-lopra.html' title='Le Fantôme de l’Opéra'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RhwPxPMVdWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6iKPiZ7m0LE/s72-c/opera1dq0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-4676729491839812080</id><published>2007-04-04T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:11:30.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>The Ethnic Integration Policy in HDB estates</title><content type='html'>I just handed in an assignment a couple of days ago about the Ethnic Integration Policy(EIP) in HDB estates for AMX 301, a module on Multicultural Studies...This is one part of that assignment and I felt like sharing it...Bear with some of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;chimology&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The EIP currently does not possess the ability to truly integrate our multi-ethnic society. I would like to use Caditz’s (1976) model of four groups which exist in the world of ethnic integration to explain my views – Identified-Associationalists, Identified-Communalists, Assimilated-Communalists and Assimilated – Associationalists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Singapore Government’s EIP appears to aim at achieving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Identified-Associationalists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our society. These people identify with their ethnic group and interact heterogeneously with other ethnic and religious group members and contact does not preclude identification with one's ethnic group. This group would thrive on the CMIO model, as it internalizes and heightens the notions of race and cultural differences whilst trying to integrate with other ethnic groups. However, with racial and cultural differences clearly marked out, up to even the ‘mother-tongue’ of a ‘race’, the CMIO model has alienated each of the ethnic group from the others and thus reducing the potential of stronger interaction that the EIP was supposed to elicit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I believe that the next two groups seem to be indicative of the current disposition of Singaporeans. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Identified-Communalists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do not adopt many of the values, beliefs and customs of the majority group but totally identify with their group in a way that their customs, manners, beliefs and values are distinctive from the majority. They will also have a high degree of insularity along with ethnocentric attitudes. This type of group is very unlikely to exist in Singapore as a result of the EIP. If the EIP had not be implemented, it may have presented itself in the Malay and Indian communities as they do not have the numbers to form the majority group which will influence the values, customs manners and beliefs of the nation but could have chosen to live life within their own ethnic enclaves, and work within that neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Assimilated-Communalists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; adopt values, beliefs and customs of the majority group and yet still maintain a homogenous set of social relationships. This can be representative of Chinese Singaporeans who may choose to go through their whole life without communicating with members of other ethnic groups and yet form the majority group which happens to determine the values, beliefs and customs of our nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;According to Caditz(1976), the group most suited to ethnic integration in a cosmopolitan society are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Assimilated – Associationalists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They tend to integrate better, with a lack of ethnocentrism and prejudicial attitude, discrimination, and other social conflicts. They assimilate to the majority group's values, beliefs and customs while not maintaining homogenous ethnic relationships. However, it may also mean a possible loss of their culture in order to accept a more universal idea of integration. Some people may view Eurasians in Singapore as a model of this. Benjamin (1976) noted that the demands of the Singapore national culture that “each ‘race’ have a respectably ancient and distinctive exogenous culture as well as a ‘mother-tongue’ to serve as the second element of a Bilingual education.” has forced many Eurasians to emigrate as they do not possess them. He also states that the strongly institutionalized multiracial model has come across as a suppressive force on any possibilities of a truly non-racial Singaporeaness. I believe this could be the reason for the low level of interracial marriages in Singapore as we are time and again reminded of our different races and cultures but rarely the similarities between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In my opinion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;interracial marriages are a brilliant catalyst in the integration of various ethnicities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as boundaries are crossed and family relations across ethnicities are formed which would increase understanding instead of just tolerance. It may be easy to say that we should do away with the CMIO model in our society in order to increase Assimilated – Associationalists. However, that would only lead to other types of classifications. For instance, those based on socio-economic status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;With an increasing number of foreign talents taking up residence in HDB flats, it is going to be a real challenge for the government to sustain the current ideology of multiculturalism, multi-lingualism. multi-ethnicity and multi-racialism and multi-religiosity, as we evolve into a potpourri that could become increasingly too elaborate to be controlled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-4676729491839812080?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4676729491839812080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=4676729491839812080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4676729491839812080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4676729491839812080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/ethnic-integration-policy-in-hdb.html' title='The Ethnic Integration Policy in HDB estates'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3185894230982777094</id><published>2007-04-01T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:01:40.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Sad Movie!...What a transparent title!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6i74RSU2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NMwBF01GLtE/s400/season4love.png" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The four stories and their main characters in Sad Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ok, I almost shed a tear at the end!...How do I know it was almost when I didn't shed it?...Coz I could feel my heart engulfed by so much sorrow...I can't believe I watched this &lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/aseasonforlove/aseasonoflove.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...It was recommended by Allan...It is the quintessential Korean romance film, which would start off chirpy but end sappy....I'd guess that the director got his inspiration for this movie from Love Actually as there are four stories based on aspects of love - separation, communication and affirmation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main story is about a fireman who has been waiting to find the right moment to propose to his girlfriend who doesn't quite feel comfortable about his job...The next is about a disfigured girl working as a mascot at a park, who befriends a young, "cute" painter but refuses to reveal herself to him...The third, involves a chap who has just started an agency to help other lovers break up.But his own love is in danger of failure as his girlfriend wants to dump him for being out of a job for so long....The final story, is a fitting tribute to mothers, centred around a career-minded woman who is finding it hard to cope with her son who is a nuisance in school and she is soon to have the biggest obstacle yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two reasons why this movie comes out looking better than Love Actually is due to the good character development and effortless intertwining of the stories like the way my milk does with my coffee...And Koreans are simply too good at this kinda story-telling...The part that really got to me was the ending...I would usually roll my eyes most of the time if ( yesh if, coz I rarely watch them) I was watching any Korean fare because of their overt melodrama...But for once, this was an ending that seemed almost perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, interestingly, I found out that this movie was released in Singapore as "A Season for Love" around last year's Valentines'!...I wonder how many couples came out of the theatres confused or worse, wanted to find out if a Separation Agency truely existed to enlist their services...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a perk for you people. I managed to find a site like Youtube called  &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v312566gxPZDPrD?searchId=934218065463103676&amp;rank=3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where you may watch this movie with the subtitles!...*cheers*....But you better have broadband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6uq4RSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/JLmmq0_jdyU/s400/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048164284011533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a bed of roses....Sometimes people forget to mention the thorns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only with pain do we learn to truely understand and cherish it even more...&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/7150153-3185894230982777094?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3185894230982777094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3185894230982777094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3185894230982777094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3185894230982777094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad-moviewhat-transparent-title.html' title='Sad Movie!...What a transparent title!....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rg6i74RSU2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NMwBF01GLtE/s72-c/season4love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-8308188248750890430</id><published>2007-03-28T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:51:08.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Toilet Sharers FAQ...</title><content type='html'>So I went to apply for the new hostel online just now...Since NTU is using this very new system of allocating the points and the hostel...I had to read up about it...So I went to the FAQ section, and was kinda amused to find the answer for the question below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rgm5coRSU1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/abNiApCG-38/s400/hall.JPG" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 23: Save our Toilets!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Do Hall 1 or Hall 2 people where 2 pairs of room-mates share one toilet and clean it themselves bother so much about this?...mmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-8308188248750890430?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8308188248750890430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=8308188248750890430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/8308188248750890430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/8308188248750890430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/toilet-sharers-faq.html' title='The Toilet Sharers FAQ...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rgm5coRSU1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/abNiApCG-38/s72-c/hall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-5641648166969729881</id><published>2007-03-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:46:40.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Rat Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RgVGeWg-akI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HXrhhDyBZ_w/s400/ratrace1.gif" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Define your Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am burned out with the completion of my assignments. Still got another to finish. I found a little bit of time to squeeze in this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rat Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to whisper tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in your ear, in your dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be there, to hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for how this game plays out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a mystery, neither you nor I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may know beyond a shadow of doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now, let's embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free ourselves of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from the neverending rat race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-5641648166969729881?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5641648166969729881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=5641648166969729881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/5641648166969729881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/5641648166969729881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/rat-race.html' title='The Rat Race'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RgVGeWg-akI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HXrhhDyBZ_w/s72-c/ratrace1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-2857236294585931864</id><published>2007-03-21T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:50:10.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am a Singlishporean lah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RgB5U2g-ajI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gdSUgnxjSVg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Training to be soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Language of lah-land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I just got a new roomie...His family thought I was from India...I get this in hostel most of the time....Maybe not enough Singaporean Indians in hostel?....Just for fun, I asked why they thought so, and they said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You don't speak English like a Singaporean. A little too polished"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I must have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahs &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lohs &lt;/span&gt;peppered all over my English?....mmm...Ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...I will up the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lohs &lt;/span&gt;to satisfy the distinctive hearing of our localites in NTU hostels...Thanks to the training I received during my army days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, or else I mati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-2857236294585931864?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2857236294585931864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=2857236294585931864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2857236294585931864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2857236294585931864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-singlishporean-lah.html' title='I am a Singlishporean lah...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RgB5U2g-ajI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gdSUgnxjSVg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3037416397615350096</id><published>2007-03-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:23:20.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The rallying is over, and the blood's been spilt...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all those of you who voted in the Youth.SG contest....It was nice to know I was in the top five in the voting all the way and I sure made some friends with other bloggers...Congrats to &lt;a href="http://crazyhamster.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crazyhamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , and I wish him the best of luck in the grand finals....At least one of my friends had won the Starbucks vouchers which was superb - Daryl Lim, my secondary school buddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU was having this blood donation drive...and I decided to go and give blood after almost 6 years of safe-keeping...Thanks to Sharm who mocked me for taking so long to give blood again...She happens to give every 3 to 4 months; she obviously must hate her blood to give it away so often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RftxawsKv2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XA5exSQcgK0/s400/blooddonor1_resize_optimise.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore needs an average of&lt;br /&gt;250 units of blood daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has changed a lot I must say...The needles looked smaller, the staff were unusually friendly(think coz some donors very demanding, go and complain newspapers that they donate and ppl treat em like crap lah), there were pamplets given out to explain how we should take care of ourselves over the next 2-3 days, and they even gave iron tablets!....I saw Keith from 1st year Geography there...It was kinda nice to make proper acquaintances with him...Happens to be a poly grad like me!...The thing that really struck me after I gave blood and was leaving the premises was this huge banner which said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NTU has about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;30,000&lt;/span&gt; students; ONLY &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2,780&lt;/span&gt; have donated blood"&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/7150153-3037416397615350096?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3037416397615350096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3037416397615350096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3037416397615350096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3037416397615350096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/rallying-is-over-and-bloods-been-spilt.html' title='The rallying is over, and the blood&apos;s been spilt...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RftxawsKv2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XA5exSQcgK0/s72-c/blooddonor1_resize_optimise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-2066407066789571190</id><published>2007-03-14T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T05:46:02.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Harry Enfield - Association Football</title><content type='html'>Oh you guys should watch the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=harry+enfield&amp;search=Search"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Enfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; series!...Here's my favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzhlAQgv7kE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzhlAQgv7kE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look out for the last goal!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-2066407066789571190?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2066407066789571190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=2066407066789571190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2066407066789571190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2066407066789571190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/harry-enfield-association-football.html' title='Harry Enfield - Association Football'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3861556015602854045</id><published>2007-03-13T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T05:41:06.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>It is Benign...</title><content type='html'>This is my 200th post!!...&lt;img src="http://www.weikiat.net/chat/backend/smileys/smile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised an easy way to remember my code..coz one of my friends forgot it, and voted for the wrong person!..hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;B9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sounds like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Benign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seems there are five ways to interprete it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Experts from Dictionary.com say:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Main Entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;be·nign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pronunciation:&lt;br /&gt;\bi-ˈnīn\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Etymology:&lt;br /&gt;Middle English &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benigne&lt;/span&gt;, from Anglo-French, from Latin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benignus&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bene &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gignere &lt;/span&gt;to beget — more at kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14th century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    having a kindly disposition; gracious: a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benign &lt;/span&gt;king.&lt;br /&gt;2.    showing or expressive of gentleness or kindness: a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benign &lt;/span&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;3.    favorable; propitious: a series of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benign omens &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;configurations &lt;/span&gt;in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;4.    (of weather) salubrious; healthful; pleasant or beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;5.    Pathology. not malignant; self-limiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3861556015602854045?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3861556015602854045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3861556015602854045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3861556015602854045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3861556015602854045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-benign.html' title='It is Benign...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-716007571575033874</id><published>2007-03-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T04:31:48.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><title type='text'>I am a Youth.SG Winning Eleven Finalist!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm into the final eleven friends!...It's now in your hands to help me win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RfGU7wsKv1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ogSyMh0HD5s/s400/Noname.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The primary school teacher dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please vote for me if you enjoy reading my blog. Tell your chums. Get your whole family in it too, even if it's a baby born this year! Voters stand a chance to win &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks vouchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voting form&lt;/span&gt; on the right side of my blog. My code is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Check out the rest of the &lt;a href="http://youth.sg/blog/2007/03/09/winning-11-for-round-5-of-i-am-youthsg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finalists for Round 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; To vote, please include your Full Name, NRIC/Passport Number and Contact Number&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and your email for verification. To ensure fairness: Votes are restricted to one vote per person per unique NRIC/Passport Number per unique email address - repeated votes will be voided.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-716007571575033874?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/716007571575033874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=716007571575033874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/716007571575033874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/716007571575033874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-youthsg-winning-eleven-finalist.html' title='I am a Youth.SG Winning Eleven Finalist!...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RfGU7wsKv1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ogSyMh0HD5s/s72-c/Noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-4910235222175846958</id><published>2007-03-06T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:52:10.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Caricature of WTC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RexoJ-ClyUI/AAAAAAAAADw/Oh2xmYr83hc/s1600-h/wtc_catric.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RexoJ-ClyUI/AAAAAAAAADw/Oh2xmYr83hc/s400/wtc_catric.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;WTC uses his laser pointer to point at a city!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was very bored during my module on Academic Discourse Skills....Very dry stuff and we were spending 3 hours  on analysing texts on matters such as how the writers' made their points in each section and why they were doing in such a way...blah blah blah.....My tutor is good but there wasn't anything inspiring me to learn yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it at one point, as I was falling asleep...Suddenly I started drawing a caricature of my Geography tutor &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dr. &lt;/span&gt;WTC(No, it doesn't stand for World Trade Centre) as we call him...Kalps, Adeline and I agreed that we wish we had him this semester for one of our modules...He certainly made a lot of effort to improve his PowerPoint slides since our Diploma days and it was a joy to learn under him last semester...Moreover, he teaches two areas of geography that I enjoy reading about- urbanisation and globalisation issues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's away on a three-nation trip for some research project...So we'll have to wait till next semester to opt for any of his modules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-4910235222175846958?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4910235222175846958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=4910235222175846958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4910235222175846958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4910235222175846958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-miss-wtc.html' title='The Caricature of WTC...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RexoJ-ClyUI/AAAAAAAAADw/Oh2xmYr83hc/s72-c/wtc_catric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-6552995730261962575</id><published>2007-03-03T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:58:05.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Am @ Youth.SG</title><content type='html'>Well, I definitely would love to win a 30GB Apple iPod in this &lt;a href="http://www.youth.sg/blog/iam"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am @ Youth.SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Blogging Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...It would be real neat if I did, as it is in my top 10 list of things I hope to get one day...Here goes my attempt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RfGHGwsKvzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xiXbyt1ruGY/s400/imyouth_top11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039958008223416114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that several friends who are girls in NIE (It’s “National Institute of Education” and not “Not Intelligent Enough” ah!), like telling me that I should find a girlfriend soon coz I’m “not getting any older you know”….But God, I am only 26 going on 27...I sure feel young…Maybe girls could feel this biological clock ticking much more than guys do…But then, the article below suggests otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/ReixGeClyOI/AAAAAAAAACo/1plQHqFL9fU/s400/bioclock.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No joke...I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t's official Census leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/ReixGeClyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/kW0erlUbbyY/s400/Tidol.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 339px; height: 238px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An ongoing process in the life of a Teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I suppose that my role as a primary school teacher would only serve to increase this feeling of youthfulness...We are surrounded by an eternal fountain of kids…I say, we teachers are like some Teacher Idol contestants…We get judged by our students…Either you’re popular or you’re not…And don’t forget, all our voters are younger than Singapore Idol voters (Of course, I didn’t count those kids who got past their parents to illegally dial those 1900 numbers)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s another facet of a youth in Singapore, ain’t it? All the Above 21, RA, M18, NC-16 and tons of other age limits we have….As youngsters we consider them our Berlin Wall which prevent us from growing up as fast as we would like to…Unless, you don’t mind trying doing something stupid and getting your ass kicked by your parents or the police…But let’s face it…As youths, most of us would take a dare if it was exciting enough….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/ReixF-ClyMI/AAAAAAAAACY/9fPspelbJ9Q/s400/film_ratings.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thank God, I don't have to bother with these ratings anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a youth in Singapore definitely means being so super IT savvy than the mortals whose love produced yours truly…Ok, maybe at least good enough to surf the internet, use the IRC, MSN, Blog and have a Friendster account to connect with your ex-schoolmates…It seems like the digital age is truly alive in schools too….I found it amazing that many students in my practicum school had an msn account…I was bombarded by messages from my students ever so often after I left the school…Seems as if the &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/edumall/mp2/mp2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOE IT Masterplan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is bearing so much fruit...Only not edible one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rei5BuClyPI/AAAAAAAAACw/beKyM9DBuh8/s400/digital-future.GIF" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 369px; height: 369px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The IT future looks ummm...bright?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I wonder if the future youngsters in Singapore, in about 50 years time, may look back and say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“They were so primitive in carrying big bags full of books when everything could be accessed at the touch of a button on a pocket-size foldable electronic device, which has multiple functions such as a video recorder, camera, handphone and computer with a slot to upload the day’s lessons when the teacher walks into the class”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;….Or maybe they may even learn from home at their own time own target(O.T.O.T they call it in the army) on their individual personal computers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a time, when being a youth in Singapore meant, doing the &lt;a href="http://infopedia.nlb.gov.sg/details/SIP_390_2005-02-02.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Great Singapore Workout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in school to the tune of a video presentation in the hall….Painfully nostalgic! In no other country could you see all the ministers wearing funny tennis shorts and t-shirts and joining a mass group of people in promoting a national aerobics programme!....1,2, 3 4…Now turn left and…dee..dee..dee…I suspect it has been now taken over by a better programme called the Great Singapore Sale which gets us to go weight-lifting on the move!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17Ju29Icbkc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17Ju29Icbkc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Singapore Workout Ad in 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did forget to mention that uniforms...yesh uniforms are what every single youngster would have had a whole lot of youth time spent in....At least up till you were 16 or 17....Here's a poem I wrote just after entering poly...But I suppose I wrote it too soon, as I realised I still had uniforms to contend with in the Army just three years later!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wearing dovey white  shirties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with checkered red  shorties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was growing up in  Kindergarten..just too blur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe  the distractions of cats' purr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just 2 years passed and there i was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always dirty and needing a wash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh Bendemeer...what a world it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bend the corner of Serangoon and there she  was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a strange boon to many tiny  green elves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where life revolved  around ourselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then came a time  to part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Montfort took over my  heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all boys  domain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh what a  bane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;playful nature still  intact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was growing by the  stack..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiet boy was a surprise  remark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;given by a form teacher who  used to bark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue and  white...colours I always longed to wear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadly quite a common sight I  swear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;along came poly..and  took me a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to choose my  clothes from a pile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts of  regret loomed over my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weren't  those the days..i started to pine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now when do i wear a uniform again?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can imagine how surprised some of the Youth.SG readers would be, when they realise that they have teachers amongst them too…haha…Rock on people…I gotta go...Wait a second.....I feel a little patriotic now....Mahjulah Singapura!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-6552995730261962575?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6552995730261962575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=6552995730261962575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3083167308658436722</id><published>2007-03-02T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T08:35:59.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Free Newspaper Story</title><content type='html'>Nantha told me about his harrowing experience in getting his daily free news spread at the MRT station a few days ago...He went up to the lady giving out the paper, and tried to take a copy from her, only to find her refusing to give and pulling the paper back...He used all his might and after a short ordeal, got his crumpled paper....Muttering, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mad woman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under his breath, he proceeded to walk away and read the headlines...Nothing made sense to him...You know why?....It was a new free newspaper called, My Paper in Mandarin!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt : Time to take Mandarin lessons if you still want to hide your face from others on the train with a free newspaper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3083167308658436722?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3083167308658436722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3083167308658436722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3083167308658436722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/3083167308658436722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/03/free-newspaper-story.html' title='The Free Newspaper Story'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7333470093074360317</id><published>2007-02-27T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:00:55.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Versions of Rumi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/ReM5bgiwd8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UMBbHAoWXiE/s400/rumi_amena.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;13th Century Persian Poet, Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wonder about Soloman and all his wives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and You are That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but we have ways within each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will never be said by anyone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At night we fall into each other with such grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it's light, you throw me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like you do your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eyes now drunk with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine with looking at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one drunkard takes care of another..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7333470093074360317?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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friend's ROM to attend to as well...Like some of my friends would say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jia Yo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my roomie's left for his practicum and it seems I'll have the whole place to myself from now on till the end of the semester!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-2169424762686520535?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2169424762686520535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=2169424762686520535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-bottom: 15px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rd8VKwMuPSI/AAAAAAAAACE/mJobBsm-hxg/s400/si_UEw150_Fire1in1the1Belly.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fire in the Belly Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I've been reading &lt;a href="http://www.achillesheel.freeuk.com/br13_02.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fire in the Belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Keen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sam Keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the past 3 weeks and it has been quite a great read. Keen meanders through the ideas of what it was being a man in the ages before the world began a rush towards the women's movement, globalisation and more peaceful resolutions than wars which pretty much changed the ideology of how someone is judged to have reached manhood...Together with growing divorce rates and abandonment of familes by fathers, it has resulted in a new generation of men who so-called are lost with the know-how of reaching the true and deeper meaning of being a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very philosophical indeed. You may not agree with everything he has said, but Keen's experiences through his growing years and some of the sharp advice he gives about relationships and facing our fears kept me amazed with his profoundness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that it is a complete wikipedia to the idea of how to be a man. It doesn't exactly teach you that but brings you through a lesson of inferencing, and making your own idea of the what it means being a man...I must say that it is rather hard for guys to find books on self-improvement for themselves, as compared to ladies who seem to have tons of advice dished out in books all year round....The great thing about this book is that Sam Keen doesn't try to be too one-sided, and has some observations about women that they may find positively interesting too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-4511673419877365600?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4511673419877365600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=4511673419877365600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4511673419877365600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/4511673419877365600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/02/fire-in-belly-by-sam-keen.html' title='Fire in the Belly by Sam Keen'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rd8VKwMuPSI/AAAAAAAAACE/mJobBsm-hxg/s72-c/si_UEw150_Fire1in1the1Belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-2704078709764440302</id><published>2007-02-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:55:55.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Lives of Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rdq-DQMuPQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tiLj8UxpYXE/s400/LivesOfOthers2.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rdq-DQMuPQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tiLj8UxpYXE/s400/LivesOfOthers2.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ulrich Muhe In the Lives of Others as Cpt. Wiesler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to review this movie last Thursday with Sharmala, and both of us were pleasantly surprised with how creative and fresh the script was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/thelivesofothers/thelivesofothers.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lives of Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; does come across as dull and boring with all the greys and greens that showcase East Germany in the 80s before the fall of the Berlin Wall...But I was blown away by some of the wittiness in the dialogues and especially the unexpected  ending.....And moreover, it is Oscar nominated for Best Foreign Film in addition to a number of other awards it has already received...Highly recommended with a rating of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 out of 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;...I am rooting for this movie to win at the Oscars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-8476652282553205286&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-2704078709764440302?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2704078709764440302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=2704078709764440302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2704078709764440302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/2704078709764440302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/02/ulrich-muhe-in-lives-of-others-as-cpt.html' title='The Lives of Others'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rdq-DQMuPQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tiLj8UxpYXE/s72-c/LivesOfOthers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-1191707540510752368</id><published>2007-02-18T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:36:56.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><title type='text'>Quaying on Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>I went clubbing on Chinese New Year's eve...Boat Quay and Clark Quay sure have changed...The most interesting place was this C Clinic, where the whole place was designed like some hospital ward with drips and all to drink from...The only irk was that some of siva's friends were as late as 3 hours....I know I'll never go out with those chaps if I know they were the ones planning next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kumar at Chillies!...Ok, I went up to him or is it her and asked if I could conduct an interview about homosexuals in Singpore with him/her for my NIE module and the reply was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm all woman darling, and you've got some balls to ask me that. Sorry but I can't help unless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..*eyes rolling"*..The people around him/her started laughing along....Then I was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I can't offer anything in return but any of my friends' numbers back there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(pointing towards the oblivious guys who were dancing at one corner)...He/she started laughing and said that she/he was not at all interested to take part in the interview...well I tried...Then when I turned and walked, I realised I wasn't too comfortable talking to someone with all that crossdressing stuff and heavy make-up....Is that discrimination?....mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some girlfriend of Siva's wife was celebrating her birthday at Bumble Beez with their fellow colleagues and she gave me her number!...She was pretty nice but...sorry lady, I am not gonna call you loh...Smoking turns me off...Now, that's discrimination but in all fairness, I don't want to go out with a girl who smokes when I don't smoke....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-1191707540510752368?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1191707540510752368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=1191707540510752368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1191707540510752368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1191707540510752368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/02/quaying-on-chinese-new-year.html' title='Quaying on Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-9113701819149724046</id><published>2007-02-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:32:13.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The Valentines' Day Article</title><content type='html'>I just read the article below in the Today Newspaper about relationships. Maybe it's the humour that is mentioned in the article. Well, more like sarcasm and irritating the hell out of one another. There's some pretty good advice in this article, for whoever doesn't like living alone or wants to improve their relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't take yourself too seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div class="artText" id="articleBody"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's love advice from two who would know: Bill and Pam have been together for 27 years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee With: Bill and Pam Farrel, both 47, relationship and marriage educators, bestselling authors, and founders of Masterful Living, a non-profit organisation that helps build successful relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Consider this our Valentines' Day gift to you singles, hitched or (hopefully not) ditched. Last Saturday, speakers Bill and Pam finished a gruelling 9am-5pm seminar here in town, but Winson Teo (winson@mediacorp.com.sg) wasn't going to let them leave without first dispensing more golden words of wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;After all, if a couple that's been teaching about togetherness for the 27 years of their married life doesn't make the best relationships gurus around, who else would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;One of your bestsellers is Single Men Are Like Waffles, Single Women Are Like Spaghetti. Why the fascination with food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: (Laughs) Guys just have a thing about food that connects with who they are, so we figured that men would understand our analogy of food. Like the many "boxes" on a waffle, men operate by putting things into "boxes" and handling one thing at a time. The same goes with spaghetti: Women tend to connect all their thoughts together, just like how the noodles on a plate are connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: In Singapore, you can see waffles and noodles every day, so you'd be easily reminded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;You mentioned that humour is important to a relationship …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: Our study of couples happily married for over 25 years had humour ranked as the second-most needed thing for a happy marriage. As couples, we should take our vows and commitments seriously but we shouldn't take ourselves so seriously! If we can't laugh at ourselves, it can put too much pressure on our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: One of the troubles we see people have is everybody's looking for the perfect relationship, which is impossible because everybody says and does stupid things. There is this side to a relationship that is like a game; humour gives the parties involved permission to enjoy the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;You mentioned that healthy relationships are usually well defined. Does it mean that many unhealthy relationships are ill-defined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: Yes. People tend to make commitments that go beyond the definition of their relationships, like getting "physically connected" before they are ready. One party may think it's friendship while the other thinks they're going towards engagement, leading to confusion in the relationship. But when two people define their relationship properly, they both know what the expectations are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: And a couple can't read each other's minds, so they have to verbally define their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Isn't it overly technical (and ridiculous) if couples have to analyse every issue that crops up? How much "analysing" is too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: If every time you get together you have to analyse something, then it's too much. For the issues that come up, if you can't laugh at any of them, it's too much. If every date turns into a big question, it's too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: And if every phone call starts with: "We have to talk …", it's too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: A regular dating relationship requires an evaluation maybe once a month. If it happens more than once a month, the couple is overworking the relationship. The other danger sign is when a couple makes a decision but have to talk about it again and again. A bad habit is formed where the couple seem like they're making decisions when they aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: Sometimes you just need to enjoy the company of the other person. If you keep analysing it, pretty soon you won't have anything left to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;There are singles who worry about their biological clocks ticking away. Is there hope for the singles out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: Yes, there is. I think most singles could find the love of their life if they make it a higher priority. Singles lead religiously isolated lives; work takes a lot of time and sometimes family, too. So, I think singles who want to get married have to say to themselves: "This year I want to make relationships a priority." In our travels, we've met so many amazing quality singles out there, sometimes, we wish we could just hook someone from Norway up with another person in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: The challenge is the older you get, the more opinionated you are. You have to manage those opinions. Since everybody comes with their own quirks and flaws, you have to manage your expectations well if you want to get into a relationship when you're an older single. But it can happen. The beauty of being older is you know pretty quickly if someone is right for you and a relationship can develop quite fast. In six months, you could go from whining about singlehood to finding someone to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;How do you usually celebrate Valentine's Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: We have a certain tradition where we'll do cards for one another and we usually do some things that you cannot write in the newspaper! We also have our favourite spots and romantic restaurants in several different cities, because as marriage educators, we're never sure which city we're going to end up in. This year, we're going to end up in Chicago where we'll go to one of our favourite fondue restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: One of the things I started doing a long time ago was buy Pam a pair of pyjamas every Valentine's Day because I want her to know: "I'm interested in you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Most guys would rather buy lingerie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: (to Bill's laughter) He means lingerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill: It's my way of saying to her: "You are my only sexual partner and I will always consider you that." &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/7150153-9113701819149724046?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/9113701819149724046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=9113701819149724046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/9113701819149724046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/9113701819149724046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-article.html' title='The Valentines&apos; Day Article'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7124912669312239071</id><published>2007-02-10T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:14:54.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Karnan son of Sargunan?</title><content type='html'>If I had a son, I would love to name him, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Karnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...It's a name that's crops up on my mind now and then....Perhaps due to the reruns of the classic 60s Sivaji Ganesan movie of the same name from time to time....Beyond that, after reading the full &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahabharata"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mahabharatam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;epic by the time I was 20, it made me feel even more convinced that he epitomises how a man should be....Fearless, ambitious, confident and most of all, a sense of loyalty and generosity to those in need...To me, he was the real hero of the epic...Not the Pandavas nor Krishnan could hold a candle to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people in Singapore struggle with my name, and miss out the R, and pronounce it as "Sa-gunan" and some of my friends in poly, truncated it to "Guna"....Still not so bad, as it maintained an Indianess to it...I wonder if a son of mine would suffer the same fate, and be called, "Ka-nan" and de-de-de, it becomes another Indian name!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7124912669312239071?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7124912669312239071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=7124912669312239071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7124912669312239071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7124912669312239071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/02/karnan-son-of-sargunan.html' title='Karnan son of Sargunan?'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3161224091244960405</id><published>2007-02-04T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:39:06.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Apocalypto</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXxYbtm8l38"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXxYbtm8l38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made my day yesterday!...Mel Gibson obviously took a great risk in making this movie in a language probably only people with Mesoamerican roots could decipher....You could compare this movie to The Fugitive, albeit with a little less complication in the story and a lot more pace and excitement in the chase...We don't really get to see this sort of raw deal in movies nowadays and it came across as refreshing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apocalypto.movies.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apocalypto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is set around the plight of the Mayan civilisation just before the Spanish invaders arrived....The Mayan rulers resort to capturing people for sacrifice ceremonies to appease the Gods, and grant them rain for their crops....Our hero, Jaguar Paw, manages to hide his pregnant wife and son inside a dry well before being captured...The rest of the story tells us of how he escapes the clutches of his captors to get back to his family by following 3 simple rules which have been the hallmark of every Survivor series: Outwit, Outplay, Outlast!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict?...All 2 hours and 15 minutes...Worth it!...I felt that the actors although unknown, were very convincing in their roles..Good cinematography and a chance to "look" at a civilisation that we only read in the books....But you won't learn a much greater deal about the Mayans than just that, the looks,  as Apocalyto relies on a lot of violence and works up the cringes with scenes such as a spear piercing a man through his skull and coming out of his mouth....I know the historians are unhappy over the inaccuracies of this film, but that's Hollywood, ain't it?....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.5 stars out of 5&lt;/span&gt;!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tiny problem I had after the movie was this....There was an idiot who was talking loudly on his handphone at the urinal next to mine....As I washed up, I told Siva, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sometimes, I wish I could piss in peace..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Loud enough for someone to hear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3161224091244960405?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3161224091244960405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3161224091244960405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handphone'/><title type='text'>Farewell to my National Stadium...</title><content type='html'>I've bought my new handphone at last!....Well, it's actually second-hand with 8 months of warranty left...A &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rb_cqJa33qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uB4y_VDXOrc/s1600-h/samsung_sgh-x680_add_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Samsung X680&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I bid for in Yahoo Auctions...Took me about a day to get used to the user interface and had some initial problems with the sms function....But now, I am ready to swing around town with my black beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rb_MQpa33oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2-sEl9s5hJk/s1600-h/Untitl+copy.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Rb_MQpa33oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2-sEl9s5hJk/s400/Untitl+copy.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrating the penalty shoot-out after a 1-1 scoreline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Singapore's in the final of the ASEAN Cup!...Yeah!....I took the opportunity to support the Lions for the last time at the National Stadium against Malaysia on Saturday along with Udaya, Jan and Jia Yi....Missed going for sell-out matches like this....I hope the new Sports Hub they'll be building to replace the stadium will be fully sheltered coz we had to bear with a short drizzle just before the match....Next up is Thailand in the finals...Let's make Tom Yam out of them Lions!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my Armortec racket on Sunday when I played with my sec. sch buddies...wah!...I love the extra control over the offensive shots...After all that fun, I had to rush through my assignments, one of which was non-school related - a review of an upcoming French movie, &lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/acomedyofpower/acomedyofpower.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Comedy of Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Actually, that last bit was fun too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity, The Sweetest Thing, The Wedding Planner....All of these movies have something in common with what is going on in my life now....She has already given up her neutral disposition when she sms-ed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"so are you sure i'm not your type?"&lt;/span&gt;...Amazingly, this was after we had argued...I have seen the process of  how altercations get resolved as a sure way of seeing how a relationship would work out...So I'll give a huge tick for that category....She's made it hard for me to answer with a YES for the question....It might be you after all...I went out with an interesting girl last week but I thought of you when I was in the train, on the way back...We'll see where this takes us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-5343440109677008317?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5343440109677008317/comments/default' 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a camera, which I can use for my in-camp trainings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's been quite a fast one, I travelled back home for a game of badminton in the morning before going down to Queensway in the noon with Henry and Defa to get myself a good racket...They wanted to get new shuttlecocks and shoes...I knew it was about time I threw away my awfully heavy racket and got something better...But I didn't expect myself to get a &lt;a href="http://www.badmintonalley.com/photos/RACKET-YONEX-AT150-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yonex Armortec 150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!...Anyway, it was a good deal...The racket was already discounted from a original price of $159 to $99...I then asked the guy to cut it down to $89 and he agreed...maybe too readily?...Should have bargained some more lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed towards IKEA for lunch, and scouted around for a bed for Defa's new place...In the midst of all that, we started to rate the beds and sofas, which appealed to us....Why?...They are the two most important things you'll need when you buy your own house...I don't know about you people, but I am crazy over leather sofas!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I saw this interesting 7-8 year old kid, who got up to the 2nd deck of the bus, and started a conversation with this flat-topped, bespectacled, rolly polly twins who were about 1-2 years older than she was....When her dad called out to her to come down as their stop was nearing, the girl said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shhh...I am talking something important here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..After a few minutes of the "something important" conversation, she bid adieu to the boys with such innocence &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Goodbye boys, I'll see you again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....She made me smile...How often do we actually see kids with such confidence, who speak to total strangers and at the same time, have the hope and belief that they'll meet those strangers again?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-178850538611539371?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/178850538611539371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=178850538611539371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/178850538611539371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/178850538611539371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-armatech-man.html' title='I am an Armortec Man...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-3768483500431628825</id><published>2007-01-13T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T06:32:24.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>My brother, the Guardsman!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RagE_5a33nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/54F5sGRt02Q/s1600-h/R0011172.jpg" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/Raf_jJa33lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UZRTD6hcobA/s400/R0011172.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Customary Family Photo in the Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My brother's passed out of the Guards Conversion Course!....I think it was a kind of relief for all of us....For my mum and granny, the worries of  him getting injured or worse...For me and sometimes my sister, the amount of whining which annoyed us whenever he came home from training on weekends, during the past 5 weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush to Bedok Camp II from NIE on Thursday evening after classes for his parade and kept dozing off on the train ride...It was pouring when I got down at Tanah Merah station, and as expected, the parade was cancelled and we had to watch the beret and badge awarding ceremony in their hall...My brother was pretty disappointed about the rain and lamented about how it was like that during his BMT passout too!....But I'm sure he's glad his trainee days are over and now can be a little more relaxed in his role as a GPMG commander...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-3768483500431628825?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3768483500431628825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=3768483500431628825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-1295089468743541290</id><published>2007-01-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:45:27.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>The Match</title><content type='html'>I received an email from tickle test 2 weeks ago...Some free report on a &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/zodiac/?sid=1565&amp;supp=astrologydotcom2&amp;amp;test=zodiacogt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zodiac Match Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did way back in February last year!....I almost forgot about it till I started deleting unwanted email messages on my gmail account....I barely know what my star sign encompasses.....So I decided to check it out...Ended up being an awfully detailed report about why I am suited to certain stars....Was an interesting read but I shall not bore you with those details....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RaOc26MahGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yKhSapQetZA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RaOc26MahGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yKhSapQetZA/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018026876969059426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The email gimmick they sent me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RaOeZaMahHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q9gL5uv3Wdo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzYYLCLHpjI/RaOeZaMahHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q9gL5uv3Wdo/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018028569186174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Compatibility with other Signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7150153-1295089468743541290?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1295089468743541290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7046990270399901486</id><published>2007-01-07T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:01:06.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>The master of our destiny...</title><content type='html'>You know what....I wish there were less religious people...Here our government is encouraging racial and religious tolerence and harmony but I realise a lot of the efforts are superficial and just a facade to some....The matter of my discontent is about some idiot who without batting an eyelid said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why are you praying to idols who are made of statues?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....I promptly proceeded to rip that person's ass worth of pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the majority of our world's problems because of religions?....I don't give a damn about the pope, fakirs or any guy born 2007 years ago....The God that really exists is within us coz you, my friend are the master of your destiny....Your hope that speaks in your mind is the God you mask in different guises -Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, Hinduism, Judaism and so on....Wonder if I'll create some cyber-hullabaloo with this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks...I've gotta go...Going back to hostel after almost 2 weeks....Hope I have a smooth 1st day of school tomorrow...You too have a great week ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7046990270399901486?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7046990270399901486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=7046990270399901486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7046990270399901486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7046990270399901486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-of-our-destiny.html' title='The master of our destiny...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-7771648660355898926</id><published>2007-01-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:20:45.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><title type='text'>Ashoka lah</title><content type='html'>I went to the proverbial clubbing spot during my NYP days after almost 3 years...The place had changed from Kallang Leisure Park Mall to somewhere in Balestier....bigger dance floor, with the still well-known range of Indian remix music, peppered with English hiphop and R&amp;B tunes here and there....Oh, they still have the live band!!...And I bumped into Subra, one part of my NYP musketeer clique and his girl....The thing is I was tricked into going!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva told me that there was a birthday celebration for his brother, on Jan 1st night into the actual birth date itself.....I was up for it since its been ages since I saw Guru and Pala....Then he messaged me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"wear socks and shoes..we are bowling before the celebration"&lt;/span&gt;.....Smelling nothing amiss, I went down to wait for Pala and Siva to pick me up before heading towards Guru's place....Guru came on board, and then said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hey Guna, I've never been with you to this place eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....My eyebrows twitched....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I asked..That was the moment of truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siva gave me that sly look....Pala and Guru looked like innocent sheep....Siva tried to explain to me that he knew I wouldn't come if he had said we were going Ashoka coz I maintained a policy of not going clubbing since I entered NIE...I didn't speak at all, keeping a pissed face all the way to the place....Damn, I couldn't resist once we got inside....Missed the good ol days....But I don't think I'll be going back anytime soon....School's starting next week!...argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-7771648660355898926?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7771648660355898926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=7771648660355898926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/7771648660355898926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Go buy your dream car or if you are of the adventurous sort, break a leg or two!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just picked out 10 songs I would rate as some of the more memorable ones I'd been listening to last year on my laptop and put em on my music player...Not a simple task to choose...After much deliberation I decided to go for musical and lyrical qualities and gave some benefit of doubt for newer bands/singers....So that pretty much left singers like Sean Paul or Timberlake out of this ten coz they were singing songs the same way they were singing em in 2005!...Maybe they change a word or two lah...Like, from &lt;em&gt;butt&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;tail feather&lt;/em&gt; or from &lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;?...I'm going back to sleep....Still haven't recover from yesterday's partying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 2006 Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gnarls Barkley - Crazy&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance - Welcome To the Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Monkeys - When the Sun Goes Down&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Powter - Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - Keep Holding On&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change&lt;br /&gt;The Fray - How To Save a Life&lt;br /&gt;The All-American Rejects - Move Along&lt;br /&gt;Shakira feat Wyclef Jean - Hips Like That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-2091383138900931183?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2091383138900931183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=2091383138900931183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged....Was pretty caught up with the deadline of a part-time project I was doing for a IT firm...and of course buying gifts for friends and visiting them for Christmas...And yesh!...There's another I'll like to add here - the accomplishment of last year's resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we often talk about new year resolutions around this time....Most of the time we barely achieve them...I suppose it is a kind of belief that you would somehow get around to it with a sense of guilt....I have not had the time to visit my granny so much this year....Well 3 months of hiatus enjoying herself in India this year didn't help that cause....Of course, settling down to the task of doing more than 1 geography module was a chore in itself.....I think I somehow managed to achieve last year's resolution of spending more time with my granny just near the end of the year...I've been visiting her twice a week since the holidays started....She's a genius to me and she always denies it by saying she doesn't know anything just cause she doesn't speak English...She speaks fluent Malay without formal learning and is able to dish out the unexpected funny one-liners with a dead-pan expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must  be thinking what will be my next year's resolution?....I haven't thought about it....Maybe I'll just follow my heart and do what feels right instead of relying on a resolution....How about that?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-1903729085324057689?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1903729085324057689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=1903729085324057689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1903729085324057689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/1903729085324057689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116681533419294937</id><published>2006-12-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:15:36.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I love the rain the most....when it stops....</title><content type='html'>The results were out earlier than expected.....I had a call from a belle informing me about it and I couldn't stop thinking about my grades till I got home later in the afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got that "shit hit the fan" feeling now...All my As turned out to be A-....For the first time I've had so many - in my grades since the new grading system was introduced about a year ago...and they count towards the GPA!...I am very disappointed...I will get over this after today.....There's no way will I settle for such poor grades next semester......I'll be back for Round 2......My sunshine will return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is some people on msn thought I failed I think....A few of them came and try to "tell"me the grades were out....Then when I replied "ya, I know"....There was a long pause before they went like "Cool!" or "Hope you did well".....I don't understand how some people are so eager to find out the grades of people they don't share ice-creams with....After all, I usually share my grades with the few people I trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent the day at East Coast Park, cycling, bowling, and chilling out with Udaya, Chris and Max....Chris introduced us to this interesting Japanese lass, by the name of Mitsuko who was studying in his University in Perth....She was stopping over for a short holiday in Singapore...She spoke fluent English!...*hit myself on the head*...No stereotyping Sargunan!....Well, the fact that she's a English major was self-explanatory to that matter....It sure was a fantastic day until I got home and I'm glad in a way for that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really need some sleep...Hope that most, if not all of those who've seen their results are satisfied....Otherwise, just work harder and don't compare your grades with others...Bien la nuit!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116681533419294937?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116681533419294937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116681533419294937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116681533419294937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116681533419294937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-rain-mostwhen-it-stops.html' title='I love the rain the most....when it stops....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116657234655079485</id><published>2006-12-20T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:17:41.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Bollywood TV</title><content type='html'>I remember playing with this stuff some years ago when Fanta.dk came out with an ingenious idea to make our own subtitles for foreign films and send the links to our friends...Looks like it is no longer around, but I still found an adequate version of it. &lt;a href="http://www.grapheine.com/bombaytv/index.php?module=see&amp;lang=uk&amp;amp;code=2b15e274675f6f9bacb953894568a082"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bollywood TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!...Check out my subtitles, create your own ones and send it to your friends...Something lame yet fun, for possibly another long day of rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read ChannelNewsAsia.com....Looks like yesterday may go down as one of those days with the highest ever rainfall in Singapore....McRitichie Reservoir couldn't hold it together and broke its banks!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116657234655079485?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116657234655079485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116657234655079485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116657234655079485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116657234655079485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/bollywood-tv.html' title='Bollywood TV'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116651399649905762</id><published>2006-12-19T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:19:19.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Noise vs Sound of Music...</title><content type='html'>Interim Upgrading Programme my foot!...More like Interim Irritation Plan!....The noise of the construction work woke me up at 9am, and my ear drums aren't gonna get any relief anytime till at least about 5pm I think...Then I have the wonderful rain which would have been the superb accompaniment to a snooze...What an irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found something that has been keeping me a little busy for the past 1 hour......Mr Brown has a &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrownshow.com/?p=562"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess that Show Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going on. Just download his podcast and listen to all the 25 tracks and guesstimate which TV show each one belongs to. It is so so easy - not!....I couldn't remember some of the shows although the tune was familiar!!...argh...I found the names of 11 of em so far...Thank God for the invention of surround sound Philips headphones, I can still hear beyond the noise going on around my place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116651399649905762?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116651399649905762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116651399649905762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116651399649905762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116651399649905762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/noise-vs-sound-of-music.html' title='Noise vs Sound of Music...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116589243873658336</id><published>2006-12-12T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:22:12.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Monday Blues?...Nah....</title><content type='html'>I decided to get out of the house on Monday....Stuck to the plan with my buddies...Movie outing with Udaya and Jan brought us out to the Jubilee Theatre in Ang Mo Kio for &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://dejavu.movies.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Déjà Vu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(seen this word before?)....The movie tried to combine science fiction with terrorism, and somehow for someone who knows a thing or two about time travel and its logics, their explanation of how they intended to transport the guy back in time was ridiculous!...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the spectacle of explosions and fast pacing....I know I know, the Jubilee Theatre is kinda old but it has those large comfy seats, big screen(unlike most multiplexes) and high slope along with the rather small crowd, which makes it perfect to enjoy a movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed towards the Tip Top Curry Puff stall at the &lt;/span&gt;Coffee Shop right next to the theatre once we had finished the movies...Its been ages since I had them...Tastes much better than Old Chang Kee...Used to cost only 70 cents per piece when I was in poly a few years back, and now it was going for a buck....Who cares as long as it tastes great right?...And it goes hand in hand with coffee!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had to zoom along the North-South line to Dhoby Ghaut...I had won preview tickets to a new movie that is about to come out....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schoolforscoundrels-movie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;School of Scoundrels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..Met up with Jose, and I think it was the right fella to hang out with for this movie...He was the first person who got back to my sms coz he knew about the movie and had wanted to watch it...I'll give this movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3.5 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;.....Funnies aplenty but story is pretty standard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm doing my part for charity...Helping my sister to transport some presents from her hospital to this home in Sembawang which shelters the kids of parents who are in prison...I enjoy spending some time with these kids...Something more worthwhile than just dropping some coins in the donation boxes...Would you prefer your loved ones to buy you an expensive present while they disappear on long engagements? Or would you prefer them to be conversing and listening to you,  if they could try to get some break from that engagement?....Think carefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116589243873658336?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116589243873658336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116589243873658336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116589243873658336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116589243873658336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-bluesnah.html' title='Monday Blues?...Nah....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116588990016053246</id><published>2006-12-11T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:23:30.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>The eyesore on V.Central</title><content type='html'>As if it was not bad enough to be stuck at home over the weekend with a bad ankle injury, I had to bear with some terrible movies on Vasantham Central too...As it is, I barely watch much Indian films, coz many of them are rip-offs of some other film in Hollywood or other parts of India...So imagine the cases of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; déjà vu that often occur...Thankfully some good movies are still out there, probably reserved for the public holidays usually....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect the theme for last weekend was all about people who are too obsessed with someone AKA psychos...Two movies about people who get too crazy about someone who is already happily married!!...wtf!...I mean why try to create trouble for someone you so called love if they are happy?...Guess these two movies aren't my cuppa tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalaaba Khadala &lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p class="style42"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 9th December@ 10pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always a dark allure to the forbidden. Its seductive attraction is magnetic. This special charm, as manifested in a woman coveting for his sister's husband, is the essential theme of Kalaba Kadhalan. Akhilan (Arya), a city slicker and a software pro to boot, goes to a village in Tirunelveli to pick a bride for himself. He marries Anbarasi (Renuka Menon), a typical wide-eyed, impish belle. It is all fun and frolic for the couple. Enter Kanmani (Akshaya), sister of Anbarasi. She comes to the city to pursue her studies. But it is Akhilan whom she ends coveting for. she pines for him. It is love and lust at is best and worst. And when Anbarasi is in the family way, Kanmani becomes bolder and opens her mind to Akhilan. He is stunned. But Kanmani wants him at any cost. Akhilan is her object of obsessive desire. Anbarasi doesn't know what is happening behind her back. Kanmani schemes and plots to get her man. Does she manage to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chellamae&lt;/strong&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday,10th November@ 3pm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cast : Bharath, Vishal, Reema  Sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vishal an Income tax officer raids the house of Girish Karnad, a business man, where he meets Reema Sen, Girish's neighbour. He falls for her. Vishal gets married to Reema and moves to Goa, much to the dismay of Bharath, Girish's son. Bharath is attached to Reema Sen. His attachment turns into an obsession and kidnaps Reema Sen. The rest of the narration is about how Reema Sen escapes from the clutches of Bharath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been hearing a lot of good reviews about the Hindi movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhoom_2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhoom 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Kamal's latest offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vettaiyaadu_Vilaiyaadu"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Vettaiyaadu Vilaiyaadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....Crime movies which borrow much from western movies in terms of style but with a little originality....Maybe they might provide me a little respite from boredom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116588990016053246?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116588990016053246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116588990016053246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116588990016053246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116588990016053246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/eyesore-on-vcentral.html' title='The eyesore on V.Central'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116569847064858287</id><published>2006-12-10T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:28:16.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Never Admit</title><content type='html'>Sanity is a state of mind that only lasts till the heart takes over...Don't you agree my friends?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had a moment's grace to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone and to hear the calm sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still hear in a faraway distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your voice inside my head, amusing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could see the sandy beaches, summer trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and those blue skies but much more to my glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing else makes my heart skip a beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like when I see your face again, finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still lead my life in a pretty normal way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But somehow, the times with you really make my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd never admit this but I truely mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I secretly say, I miss you so much when you're away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116569847064858287?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116569847064858287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116569847064858287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116569847064858287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116569847064858287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-admit.html' title='Never Admit'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116492901089422807</id><published>2006-12-08T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:15:47.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online tests'/><title type='text'>Johari Window/ LOST in NIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barbecue at Dr. Chatt's residence was cancelled today....Quite a last minute cancellation....But, I doubt if I could have made it...I twisted my ankle whilst playing soccer at the St. Wilfred's 7-a-side pitch yesterday....A sudden change of direction from the right to the left, was too fast for my left ankle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent the rest of today resting...Ice packs and bandages limiting my movement and boredom is reigning...So this has presented me with an opportunity to try out this thing called the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johari_window"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johari Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a tool for people to understand their personal understanding of interpersonal communication relationships. If you are a friend of mine or someone who thinks they know me well enough, please do click the link below to click on the 5 or 6 words you associate with me :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Sargunan"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Sargunan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The ULEAD Video editing course on Monday and Tuesday weren't that exciting but I made some new friends. My team members were all from different courses. Monday was taken up just to come up with a simple storyboard which should ideally be 2 minutes and video-recording. Tuesday was all about learning to use ULEAD software and putting in some individual flair and creativity into our short movies...Just uploaded my video onto Youtube....Nothing spectacular given the short 5 hours given to complete it....Hope you like it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3xpvBYsH5I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3xpvBYsH5I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST in NIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116492901089422807?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116492901089422807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116492901089422807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116492901089422807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116492901089422807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/johari-window-lost-in-nie.html' title='Johari Window/ LOST in NIE'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116518483603670150</id><published>2006-12-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:18:56.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Wedding Planners</title><content type='html'>Had a rocking good time at Dominic's wedding on Saturday...The army buds reunion, and it meant that I could dispense with censoring myself a little...hehe...Interestingly not only was the venue the same as for Zaneth's wedding, the caterer was the same too!...River Walk Tandoor's the name I believe, and they were too good...So good that my glass could never get empty, with vulture-like waiters refilling at the slightest ounce of space in the glass...Think I drank more than I ate...Was that all a part of their plan?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, some of us, decided to chill out, but not before our dear Mr Joseph has his fill of transexuals to look at along desker road...I absolutely hate going along those kinda spots...Don't know why, but some of these army guys get into this kind of visual fetish in the alleys while they are serving their national service...All in all, a great night, as we exchanged numbers, emails and ridiculous banter over who is getting married next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new badminton court near Hougang Mall was booked on Sunday when I met Jack, Henry and Defa...The smell of fish kept lingering in the air, and it really felt weird playing under that kinda condition...Went for Mudha's wedding in the evening at SPANS-JOM near Toa Payoh...Met so many of the Holy Innocents people....Some of them told me to try and request to be posted back...Toa Payoh has changed a lot...It is a place where I spent hours during my childhood years, as my granny would bring me to the Library there and go shopping at the NTUC supermarket...So much memories!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticing a trend in some of the weddings that I had attended this year...They are becoming more mainstream for all races, like as in a slightly more westernised dressing concept for the couple, high-class buffet or a typical 10-course dinner, decorated car, pre-wedding photo album and a guest book to sign...I guess we are really becoming Singaporeans in essence, as the most distinct object I see in common at these weddings is the Chinese-influenced "red packet" though they seem to come in all colours, shapes and designs nowadays!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116518483603670150?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116518483603670150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116518483603670150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116518483603670150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116518483603670150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/wedding-planners.html' title='Wedding Planners'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116505536159371016</id><published>2006-12-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:44:59.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online tests'/><title type='text'>The IQ Test....</title><content type='html'>Woke at around 10am, and went for a run, came back and it was time to take out the soccer gear and go for the Hall training game...Not bad for a guy who's not been playing much field soccer as I scored one and created another whilst playing in a left-back role...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and then yesh....the all-kind of aches after bathing....finished reading my novel, and then laid in bed to rest....A penguin came to disturb in my dream.....Just woke a while ago, ironed my shirt and pants for the wedding later at the laundry room....Came back and there was an invitation to take an &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq/index-pop.jsp?sid=&amp;supp=&amp;amp;z="&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IQ test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in an email from a friend...Quite a good score, I think...Try it out yourself...I found out what the IQ scores mean through another site and the info is given below....Good night and good luck!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/214/426/1600/177466/iq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/214/426/400/175171/iq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Understanding IQ Scores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.audiblox.com/iq_scores.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IQ stands for intelligence quotient. Supposedly, it is a score that tells one how “bright” a person is compared to other people. The average IQ is by definition 100; scores above 100 indicate a higher than average IQ and scores below 100 indicate a lower that average IQ. Theoretically, scores can range any amount below or above 100, but in practice they do not meaningfully go much below 50 or above 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the population have IQ’s of between 90 and 110, while 25% have higher IQ’s and 25% have lower IQ’s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Descriptive              Classifications of Intelligence Quotients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td colspan="3" style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;IQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;% of Population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;130+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.2%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;120-129&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.7%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;110-119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;90-109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;80-89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Low average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;70-79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Borderline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.7%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Below 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Extremely low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.2%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the IQ gives a good indication of the occupational group that a person will end up in, though not of course the specific occupation. In their book, Know Your Child’s IQ, Glen Wilson and Diana Grylls outline occupations typical of various IQ levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140            Top Civil Servants; Professors and Research Scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130        &lt;br /&gt;Physicians and Surgeons; Lawyers; Engineers (Civil and Mechanical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120        &lt;br /&gt;School Teachers; Pharmacists; Accountants; Nurses; Stenographers; Managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110        &lt;br /&gt;Foremen; Clerks; Telephone Operators; Salesmen; Policemen; Electricians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100+     &lt;br /&gt;Machine Operators; Shopkeepers; Butchers; Welders; Sheet Metal Workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100-      &lt;br /&gt;Warehousemen; Carpenters; Cooks and Bakers; Small Farmers; Truck and Van Drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90&lt;br /&gt;Laborers; Gardeners; Upholsterers; Farmhands; Miners; Factory Packers and Sorters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116505536159371016?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116505536159371016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116505536159371016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116505536159371016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116505536159371016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/iq-test.html' title='The IQ Test....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116492882468698133</id><published>2006-12-01T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:35:14.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Kusu Island</title><content type='html'>Back at hostel now....Had to come back to help Skanda shift his computer over to my place for safe-keeping....His flight is around 8.30am, and I had to come back around 11pm yesterday....This was after a day of running around the stadia at my place, watching Lost episodes from season 3 which I think is coming to the point of beating about the bush and packing books and stuff in my room at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with a poly friend, Kelvin, at his place in Ang Mo Kio before heading towards the hostel...Only knew him for about 3 months as we were partners for the Final Year Project(FYP)....Since we were responsible for signing an attendance file by ourselves, we would take turns to come on time at 8am to sign both our files, while the other person comes later at around 10am by depositing his bag at my locker in the basement....It worked quite well, as we never got caught...But I often ended up staying past the 5pm closing time, to finish my work, as I found it interesting and worked better in the evenings...Very memorable days....I would get annoyed with Kelvin at first, for not reading up on his visual basic programming, but realised that it was not exactly his forte and I helped him with some of his codes, though I suspect our supervisor quietly knew about it coz of all the notes I put all over the programme codes usually to serve as a reminder for myself of what each section was supposed to do.....As time went on, the brother introduced me to &lt;a href="http://fantasy.premierleague.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantasy football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I owe him one big thanks for that..hehe...I still check my team once a week and currently am 3rd in a league of 50 players in the public domain...My team name?....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% CoTToN WooL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during our conversation, Kelvin and I started discussing about an article that was on the newspaper....The headline that caught my eye was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Kusu Island: Playground of the rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....Don't ask me why I seem to be analysing newspaper things more keenly now...I told Kelvin that Kusu means flatulence or fart in Tamil and asked him to replace that in the headline ---&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fart Island: Playground of the rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....The article was about the Singapore Tourism Board's intention to convert some of the southern islands in Singapore which includes Kusu Island, into some private resort locations for the wealthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now...Catch some sleep before heading towards 8flags to get the Fujitsu guy to take in my laptop for repair...The battery connection is dead and I am using constant direct power supply to turn the lappy on for the past 3 months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116492882468698133?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116492882468698133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116492882468698133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116492882468698133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116492882468698133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/12/kusu-island.html' title='Kusu Island'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116488035316781719</id><published>2006-11-30T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:20:14.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>MISSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.openforfun.com/index_flash.html" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/214/426/1600/455718/key.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aren't you curious too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came across this interesting Today newspaper advertisement, when I was trying to keep myself occupied during the one of the sessions at the SEAGA conference thingy during the last 2 days...I just checked out the website listed in it....Couldn't resist the curiosity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been boring at the conference held in Nanyang Girls if not for Kalps and some other new friends I made there...I am also getting tired of the word "sustainable", which seems to crop up everywhere....geographers, economists, politicians and Non-Govt. Organisations are using it like a catchphrase....I managed to get myself out before the 5pm timing on both days and caught up with some of the NIE mates...It was real fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clowning &lt;/span&gt;again..haha...They know what I mean...Too bad that no one had a camera to take those shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to look back in life, would we regret missing the chances to make friends with more people, catching up with friends we already have, the chance to tell someone you love them, the opportunity to show your talent if you were a little more vocal or daring and so on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things do happen for a reason....Most often than not, I think and wait patiently, not because I am afraid, lazy or unwilling....but because I try to take a step back and see if I would want to go through with a certain action in life...If I do not regret missing the chance there and then, I'll walk away....But if it's worth it, I'll see it through, but not at the expense of giving up my social life....If actions taken do not reconcile  with expectations, I've learnt to walk on, and try harder and stop worrying or getting angry about the results....Why waste your life worrying when it's better to live it by seeing the brighter side of things and continue to grow by learning from it?....As a wise and famous man once said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What we've learnt so far is the size of our fist, but the amount of things we've yet to master, is that of the size of the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....Are you thinking about that wise and famous man yet?..hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116488035316781719?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116488035316781719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116488035316781719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116488035316781719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116488035316781719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing.html' title='MISSING'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116456378206628599</id><published>2006-11-27T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:17:00.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The holidays have arrived at last!...</title><content type='html'>I am glad the exams are over...I felt like a zombie during that whole week...The moments after my exams ended, were spent looking for some books to read at the NIE library - got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Winter_of_Our_Discontent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Winter of Our Discontent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by John Steinback.....Now, I am relaxing at home and taking the time to enjoy the company of my neighbourhood kakis, play as much footy and computer games as I want, see all the movies I find interesting, read that book and meet up with those secondary school and poly friends to whom I always keep uttering the "busy"word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really packed weekend after my exams ended on Friday...Saturday was Shirley's birthday celebrations at Changi Aloha Chalet....Then today I played street soccer in the morning, before coming home and going out again to Jack's place(haha) to celebrate his daughter's 1st birthday...I certainly felt overdressed as most of the fellas there seemed to be in bermudas and t-shirts...I wore a tucked-in vertically striped shirt with different shades of brown and a dark blue jeans with black leather shoes...Only one other chap wore something smart casual....Think his daughter's name is real cool...PRISTINE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had some catching up with Henry and Defa at Compass Point...I saw some of those fluffy &lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/happyfeet/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soft toys in a store and got reminded of someone.....Oh that Penguin!!...Rounded off the day by meeting up with Nantha and Siva and had a ball of a time catching the Chelsea vs Man Utd game...Of course, it's irritating sometimes to talk to them about football....One is a Tottenham fan and the other's a ManUre fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keen to check out Happy Feet and James Bond movies this week...Been hearing a lot of good reviews...All I need to do now, is to find someone who makes it worthwhile to watch those movies with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116456378206628599?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116395398513347304</id><published>2006-11-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:28:16.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>I know I am not in the best of preparation modes for my exams....but here's wishing everything goes well...I hope things go well for anyone out there going through something important too, whether it be your exams, getting married, taking a driving test, that job interview, or if you are a kid persuading your dad that it's worth buying that remote control car even though you know it's gonna last only 6 months or less before something else rocks your world...This one's for you people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Good Luck Poem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't need some precious charms or a four-leaf clover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't need an open door to hang a horseshoe over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't need to sing a chant or do a silly dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't need a special shirt or "lucky" underpants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't need a magic coin to slip inside your shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got everything you need right inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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Luck'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116375106303309838</id><published>2006-11-17T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:11:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall 15?...It's that way....</title><content type='html'>I was walking back from NIE today, and a girl came up to me to ask for directions...The moment I turned around to show her the direction where Hall 15 was, I saw not one, but about 5 to 6 guys drooling over her as they were walking...Some of em, with their heads turning back as they walked past us..haha...It was weird man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't bother looking at her...That could be why she asked me for directions instead...Not much of an impression on me.....She had put on a t-shirt which looked way too small for her...The first thing that sprang to my mind was to ask her the question below but since I don't know her, it wasn't the right thing to say and I politely gave her directions before heading to my hostel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Did you get that from a Giordano Kids outlet?"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think boredom has really hit me this time...coupled with the load of crap I have to study for the geography examinations...Why do we take exams when we probably forget most of what we learnt barely a month later?...The memorise and vomit technique has been mostly utilised for studying with perhaps the few moments when true understanding is needed; cases in point :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Geography ----------- 40% understand, 40% memory and 20% bull****....&lt;br /&gt;Physical Geography --------- 50% understand, 50% memory and no way to bull**** ....&lt;br /&gt;Environmental Geography - 30% understand, 60% memory and 10% bull****....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received another wedding invitation!...It's from Mudah, a fellow trainee teacher whom I met in Holy Innocents...She ended up back there after her practicum....Looks like this wedding thing is really in season...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116375106303309838?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116375106303309838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116375106303309838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>I was looking around for songs from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._R._Rahman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AR Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s first film, which as most websites put, is not &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roja"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Roja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was actually Puthiya Mugam, a film by his close friend, Rajiv Menon. It happened to be that Puthiya Mugam was in post-production work, for almost a year, and Roja was released earlier to Indian cinemas, and became such a big hit, winning quite a number of National Awards I think. So here it is, one of my all time early favourites from the music maestro, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kannukku Mai Azhagu&lt;/span&gt;. I have given the meaning of the chorus in English below if you don't understand Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6_ZBbIhXM4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6_ZBbIhXM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life couple Rajiv Menon and Revathi in Puthiya Mugam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the eyes, eyeliner is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For poetry, lying is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On  the cheeks, dimples are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark tresses make a woman beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116251185148452155?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116251185148452155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116251185148452155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116251185148452155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116251185148452155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/11/kannukku-mai-azhagu.html' title='Kannukku Mai Azhagu'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116232212229131202</id><published>2006-11-01T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T06:51:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The list of friends getting married in 2006...</title><content type='html'>I received an sms from my army buddy, Dominic yesterday night. One of the more animated characters that I had the honour of meeting. The boy is getting married! I think the year 2006 will go down as the year when the most number of my friends got married. I wonder what's so special about this year. Let me make a list of friends who are already married or going to get married this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;Jeann&lt;br /&gt;Dominic&lt;br /&gt;Siva&lt;br /&gt;Visalatchi&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh&lt;br /&gt;Zaneth&lt;br /&gt;Zahara&lt;br /&gt;Rethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...Actually James and Jeann got married in December I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I have ever mentioned what had happened during Siva and Visa's ROM? They had it at this Singapore Police Association for NSmen (SPANS) Resort near Novena. So Siva needed 3 "best men" and well, I was one of em. The other two were Siva's brother and Visa's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the exchange of vows, and pronouncing husband and wife, the emcee sprang a surprise by asking the "best men" and "bridesmaids" to give some comments on the newly weds. The irritating thing was that the bridesmaids made up of Visa's cousins and sister, had pre-planned speeches in their hands! The guys in contrast, were totally taken off-guard. So after the first bridesmaid and first best man had spoken, it was clear that the men looked quite crappy. I don't know how I did it, but I just spoke what came to my mind on the stage. I loved the applause afterwards and nothing was greater than Siva's mum telling me that it was the best speech of the night. I guess anecdotes work better than, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to congratulate the couple on their marriage, blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;"....I remember all of it quite vividly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I recall that I first met Visa on New Year's Eve in 2004 at East Coast Park upon an invitation from Siva to join him for some merry-making. At that point in time, I had no idea, Siva was dating her until he told me some time after. It was funny...funny how they would argue so much..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Visa's sister became a bit defensive, and yelled out, "No, they are loving, ok?!"..)&lt;/span&gt;...No, just, listen to me for a while...It is true that they argue a lot, but it made me wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how this couple could love each other &lt;/span&gt;when they argue half the time. Wouldn't you guys wonder too? I realised...they were arguing with the one they...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARE &lt;/span&gt;about the most...It made them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand each other more&lt;/span&gt; deeply by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sharing their emotions&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;building a solid foundation&lt;/span&gt; for their love...I cannot think of a more perfect match for my friend Siva than Visalatchi...Congratulations to the newly weds and hope the rest of us singles find our perfect match too! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep on arguing&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116232212229131202?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116232212229131202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116232212229131202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116232212229131202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116232212229131202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/11/list-of-friends-getting-married-in.html' title='The list of friends getting married in 2006...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116215564827271164</id><published>2006-10-30T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Art of Conducting a Survey</title><content type='html'>I had some fun doing this survey thing in school last Friday...Addy, Kalps and I are partners for like, four Geography projects, and two of em, would require us to get surveys and detailed analysis done to guarantee us, any grades above a B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had already done our survey forms for this Foreign Talent project amongst the foreign and local lecturers and that was something...The American lecturers had a lot more complaints than those of other nationalities in their Other Comments columns....Useful stuff though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Addy and Kalps wanted to compile the Foreign Talent data first during a rainy Friday afternoon, they got me to find about the remaining 40 odd people in the NIE canteen to complete our survey on Junk Mail....The Art of Conducting a Survey is not just about saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi, can you do a survey for me please?"&lt;/span&gt;...You need to know who and how to ask...If you know the secret to that, then you can complete it all in the snappy 20 minutes like I did....Or else, you have to accept the likely rejections that might come your way and waste more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3 Golden Rules&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always find groups of people&lt;/span&gt;, even better if they are seated at adjacent tables. Then you can hand out several survey forms at one go and don't need to walk around so much...One group of five people is one audience and less talking. Just need to convince one person, and the rest will follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open your eyes and observe&lt;/span&gt;...Look for people who have completed eating or are having a drink and chatting. These are your number one targets...Don't be an idiot and go and ask people who are in the middle of their meals....Never ever destroy a person's personal time with their food....Those people doing a project discussion should be okay too if there's not many people around but it's better not to disturb their work...If you must ask them, say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why don't you guys take a break and help me do a short and simple survey?"&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile, and look at them in the eye &lt;/span&gt;and tell them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have an interesting survey and I think you guys are the best people to do it. How about it?"&lt;/span&gt;...Makes them feel important and special and they'll be thinking what's so "interesting" about this survey.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116215564827271164?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116215564827271164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116215564827271164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116215564827271164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116215564827271164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/art-of-conducting-survey.html' title='The Art of Conducting a Survey'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116212430531162453</id><published>2006-10-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:28:16.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue...</title><content type='html'>When we wait, it is the test of time&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth the wait? Am I investing too much time?&lt;br /&gt;Will it all be a total waste of MY time and energy?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling irritated and angry?&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's eagerness and anticipation?&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy world we live in my friends...&lt;br /&gt;but I think patience is a virtue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116212430531162453?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116212430531162453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116212430531162453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116212430531162453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116212430531162453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a virtue...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116161405383318115</id><published>2006-10-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:28:16.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Devil's Awakening</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I wrote a haiku. Here's something...I usually think I see God in my dreams..Maybe to tell me to be nice to people?..haha..I can be, I know...but I thought of someone else when I woke this morning...Well, it is a funny dream but it ain't the time to tell it just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devil's Awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whistling of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gently blowing on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought of the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motionless lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moment of broken silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uttered her sweet name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flipped open my handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a hint of hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to call or message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116161405383318115?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116161405383318115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116161405383318115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116161405383318115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116161405383318115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/devils-awakening.html' title='Devil&apos;s Awakening'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116154759665766810</id><published>2006-10-22T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy Deeps and how to write a tutor's survey...</title><content type='html'>Deepavali was great...at least in some ways...visited my uncle's place in Woodlands after almost 2 years...My little cousin, Kirubeshwaran has become so much taller...The six year old kid never ceases to amaze me with his hospitality...sharing his toys with other kids and offering food to guests....and without a doubt, cracking the odd joke....I think that joking part runs in my family!!...Almost everyone knows how to do that thang...hehe....My uncle was so over the top about getting him into ACS....I would say, the school should be happy to get a really smart boy who can even play chess at this age...Of course, I had to give in a few times before beating him with 6 pieces left on the board...Still, I was impressed...He's learning things I only learnt when I was in sec 1!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/elkgoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/elkgoel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I know you are still wondering why I have a bald headed, moustachioed Indian man's picture here...Don't worry, he's not my father....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Prof Goel from NTU, the man in the centre of a student survey post-mortem..Check out the youtube link below....I never thought people could write these kind of comments inside a survey for tutors in NTU...Heck, I never thought about it...Perhaps I should try it but will NIE tutors be as cool as this Indian lecturer across the bridge?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;NTU Student Survey&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/7150153-116154759665766810?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116154759665766810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116154759665766810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116154759665766810'/><link rel='self' 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this time...Wrote this poem during my break from school work...10 minutes is all it took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millions of Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While man decides to argue, the world's crying still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain and suffering met by thousands killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just another distant echo or a hazy tv screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;news reported differently in twisted scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more nuclear power plants please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meltdowns and pollution aren't sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forests full of life, losing their vigour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Logging aplenty, developers just snigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can you do, with a lonely voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake up brothers and sisters, we aren't just toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand up for your beliefs, make yourself visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Push upon those barriers and be audible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spend a thought for Earth and future generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show you care, and understand that cooperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is what the world needs to rid itself of evil seeds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the faith of millions of hearts, we can do this deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116095083711034427?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116095083711034427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116095083711034427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116095083711034427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116095083711034427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/millions-of-hearts.html' title='Millions of Hearts'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-116041363599945921</id><published>2006-10-09T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The moments were great and will be missed...</title><content type='html'>The AED105 presentation went well, except for a few hiccups along the way....But almost everyone agreed it was one of the best, if not the best presentation....I don't know why I had this mixed feelings after my presentation...Maybe coz I might not meet the same people again in my modules next semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how do you like a person, you love to hate?...It's amazingly crazy don't you think?...It happens really!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116041363599945921?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116041363599945921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116041363599945921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116041363599945921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"not holding onto the past"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps they really meant it. Let me tell you 2 stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;STORY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udaya and I made friends with two ladies who were brilliant in us getting back to society from the monstrosity called Army...Happening people and it was always great hanging out with them....We cliqued so easily from the start...I still remember the first place that I met them...It was at East Coast Park, June 23, coz someone didn't want to meet two girls alone..haha...Udaya got some luck in friendster I'd say....Met these fantastic people and his girlfriend from the cool site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after about 2 and a half years, they seemed to have gone out of our lives...Not from any lack of effort from our part...coz Udaya and I would always try to call them, but they'd always be busy, or their hp never seem to be answered...Udaya told me some time back, that he'd given up on their friendship...I told him, that we shared some of the most memorable times with them...Why give up on all that?...He asked me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If they could forget our friendship, what value is that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Well, the gentleman had a point..Somehow, I have yet to give up hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STORY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story is of a friend who recently lamented on her blog(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know she'll be reading this&lt;/span&gt;), that making friends is hard...Then she went on about drifting apart..I made the effort, I sms-ed when I was around town to meet but understood that the time was not right.....I called a few times to have a chat - no replies, but could you have called back?...Think about it....Sometimes, it's easy to let go and maybe you are starting to take that way out...because, I can't recall a time when you made the effort to call me to have a short chat since we left school...I haven't given up hope yet again in this case...It isn't that much harder than easy to hold on to your friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STORY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this hasn't got anything to do with friendship.....I went for my 2.4km run today, to time myself...It's quite awful...12.10 min....Just pass leh...I need to start some serious sprinting to get anywhere near a silver timing of 11.40min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was running, I could barely make out the other end of the long road...The haze is terrible don't you think?...The Indonesian government would need to go beyond just introducing anti slash-and-burn laws, and have a serious effort in the enforcement. I think that there are reasons that may be more related to employment opportunities in the oil-palm plantation business, and political corruption that may have allowed these forest fires to continue for so long....See how so many stuff indirectly related to us are affecting us in a cross-boundary manner....Now, who's the moron who said globalisation was good?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-116022417546488287?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/116022417546488287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=116022417546488287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116022417546488287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/116022417546488287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/gunas-story-time.html' title='Guna&apos;s story time...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115991650286456652</id><published>2006-10-04T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mr. Morning...</title><content type='html'>Well, congrats to me, for doing like what, 30% percent of my projects only during the 1 week break. Now I've got to put in a little more work to finish the remainder. Anyway, I always seem to do my best, when the deadline approaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to do my morning routines in the toilet, and when I came out, to make a cuppa at the pantry, there it was!....For the 3rd time in three consecutive mornings, I saw the same mynah happily chirping away on the clothes hanger nearby. If you are like, "what is that?", a mynah is a black bird with yellow beak and feet. I wanna give him a name. Would Mr. Morning be fine? Daring fella...trying to take a step closer to me each time. Poured some water into a bowl, which I don't know which idiot left behind, and he was happily slurping once I was a bit further away from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mdavid.com.au/mynahs/mynahs.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/mynah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Morning looks like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stayed up to do some work on my AED project. Had this lady come on my online messenger and kinda expecting me to give her my attention. Thought my plan of redirecting her to some website links worked for a while, in me carrying on with my reading before she came back with cries of "I'm bored!"....At that point, she reminded me of some of my students whom I see online!..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss em, but I guess that's what life is about...You can never move forward without leaving some things or someone behind....The memories will help you through, if you valued them...You know what I mean, : P....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115991650286456652?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115991650286456652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115991650286456652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115991650286456652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115991650286456652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr-morning.html' title='Mr. Morning...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115973623043056614</id><published>2006-10-02T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:28:16.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A new poem about friendship...</title><content type='html'>I went into friendster to approve a former student's request to add me and realised that it was my friend's birthday....Poetic lines flowed...This is what came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Another Friendship Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to write this poem about you,&lt;br /&gt;and then I decided, that I would write it,&lt;br /&gt;all about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship's like a walk down the street,&lt;br /&gt;An apple that's so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel it, from a thousand feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story that can be retold&lt;br /&gt;even till the days you grow grey and old&lt;br /&gt;It'll be shiny beyond gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that's so divine,&lt;br /&gt;It can be measured by no sign,&lt;br /&gt;In your heart or even in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;know for sure, I'll be around,&lt;br /&gt;if you need me, make a sound.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115973623043056614?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115973623043056614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115973623043056614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115973623043056614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115973623043056614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-poem-about-friendship.html' title='A new poem about friendship...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115965080082869847</id><published>2006-10-01T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:32:39.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Going back to the kitchen...</title><content type='html'>I've been rather amused by the latest barrage between male chauvanists and feminists in the local newspaper, Today.  Some fella did the stupidest thing by suggesting that women were mostly responsible for the break-down of relationships, based on the a 70% initiation of divorces by women which was featured in an earlier article on the divorce statistics released by Department of Statistics. He felt that they should go back to the kitchen, as that would help them be less financially independent and care more for the family....Even went as far as to say that women are unable to handle the stress of work well...Here's the final nail in the coffin..He claimed that men are unable to enjoy a good homecooked meal at home if their wives are too tired after coming back from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before the blink of an eye, the feminists came in loud and clear....They claimed how chauvanistic the men who wrote in were...Some were a little more neutral, stating that sometimes financial freedom was not the matter, but financial sustainability in the family....A brilliant point to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take is that many men fail to notice how much their ladies go through....Let me tell you this story....I've always notes how much my maternal grandma went through to bring up her sons and daughters and grandchildren....I remember that when I was a 4-5 year old boy, she used to bring me along with her to her part-time workplace coz no one was at home to take care of me. A rubbish collection place in Beach Road...I made several friends with the coffeeshop uncles, the provision shop aunties and all, while I followed my granny on her daily trips to sweep up the drains, every floor of some blocks of flats when lifts didn't stop on every floor...I always wondered why she had to do all this when my grandpa was already doing two jobs; one as a technician at the Public Utilities Board, and another as a night printer at the Tamil Murasu printing press....I innocently queried her on this when she was having her break...She scolded me, and told me to eat my food...But I didn't miss her welled up eyes...I realised much later about how much she had toiled to ensure my three uncles could get through university with enough pocket money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took on a part-time job as a cashier during my polytechnic days, this is what I did with my 1st pay check....Roses for both my mum and grandma was what I did....My mum's quite bad at hiding her emotions...She was like too much for me...I had to come in with my jokes and all to save the moment..."please do not wipe your mucus on the flowers"...My granny?...She just gave me the sweet smile she always had when contented...What had been missing, was the true recognition these ladies deserved for their unselfish endeavours for the family....I've never stopped giving them gifts from time to time since....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often in the past men forgot to embrace their angels...What happened after the women's suffrage and rights movements was a case of giving back the just desserts....Women were more independent and didn't want to end up being not recognised....What has evolved is a case children being less polite and more selfish due to a lack of guidance...I am saying that the role not only belongs to the mother, but also to the father...We are now more aware of how much our ladies had given in the past....More men should realise that and learn to share the burden, whereas some women need to know that this isn't about gender war but about their family and children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, please don't be stupid and think that wishing your wife, I LOVE Us every night and morning is good enough....Surprise your darlings man...Like Russell Peters says it, "Be a man, do the right thing".....I just wish those writers who sent in those entries think about what they did wrong and do their part to make the relationship work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that Udaya sent me some time ago...Ties in well with this post...There's no more water in my mug....I am going back to the kitchen...Adios!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oprah's Seven Steps to Rescuing Your Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try one every day of the week, focus on one at a time, do whatever you like with them—but do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Find Out What You Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you meeting your partner's needs? Are your needs being met? What are they? After you know partner's needs, if you find yourselves still frustrated, realize that it's not that you can't meet your partner's needs, it's that you won't. Think about why you haven't yet. take them all to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Respect Your Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't matter why your partner needs what he or she needs. Consider Dr. Phil's example: If one of your kids got up in the middle of the night and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm thirsty&lt;/span&gt;," would you just turn around and say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I'm not, so go back to bed"?&lt;/span&gt; The key is to appreciate your partner's individuality. Don't expect your partner to react exactly as you would; your partner isn't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What Message Do You Send?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the message you are sending your partner when you don't acknowledge his or her wants. How does this make your partner feel? How would it make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you can fulfill your partner's wants. But by prioritizing your needs alone, you're making the conscious decision to not to fulfil his or her wants. Try talking about both of your needs and wants. Find the middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Don't Forget Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that romance is an important element of marriage. Your partner might consider romance as the true measure of his or her value to your relationship. Be thoughtful and try doing something sweet for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Remember the 4-minute rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can predict the rest of the night based on the first 4 minutes, so make those minutes count! Bring flowers. Greet each other with a compliment. Ask questions about your partner's day. Smile; it'll make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Open Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be communicative and expressive with your partner. Remember, sharing emotions is not weakness; it makes you whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- From the show 'Advice to Husbands Only'&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/7150153-115965080082869847?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115965080082869847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115965080082869847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115965080082869847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115965080082869847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-back-to-kitchen.html' title='Going back to the kitchen...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115894684499289422</id><published>2006-09-23T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Break has Started....</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 weeks I think since my last post....I've had lots of work to do, particularly reading all those reading materials given by tutors.....I never had so much to read in any of my semesters....I can barely finish them!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things been a lot strange lately....I find myself in the company of rather organised people for group projects...haha...I know, that's like the perfect foil for me, as I can come up with ideas for projects and materials, but more often than not, take a longer route to organising them....Has it got anything to do with the fact that I am left-handed?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've to say that I've got a great roomie this time. He's quite a religious chap, read Bible every morning without fail and all...A PE teacher in NIE doing his Diploma....Let's say being from the same school helped us to break the ice and discuss about teaching and some of the ridiculous things that happen around our hostel....For your info, those power-saving lights which switch off when no one is around by movement-sensing are torturous....They've got it in the toilet, and it went out when one of my friends was there in the last cubicle...*chuckles....So, the poor fella, came out...brown stains between his legs....just to wave his hand to get the lights back on!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a couple of people, not money, but some catching up over makan...2 of my friends who are my seniors, Sharon and Priscilla....I bump into em all the time, but even those times are like those moments where you flash the kodak smile and politely tell em you are rushing for a class and sometimes it's vice versa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so happy, the one week break's arrived....But I am looking at my softboard, and there is a list telling me of the 8 projects I need to complete by the end of the semester....Ah heck lah....Like Yoda would say, "Not bothered am I....Watch must movies to relief the stress!"....So let me get back to my 1st season of Friends episodes...You, in the meantime, can check out this cool and funny flash movie called, &lt;a href="http://www.callcentermovie.com/movie/movie2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Call Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....Be patient, for it to start but please give up if you are using a 56kbps internet speed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115894684499289422?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115894684499289422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115894684499289422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115894684499289422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115894684499289422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/09/break-has-started.html' title='The Break has Started....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115724309557201601</id><published>2006-09-03T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:23:30.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Talking Cock in Parliament</title><content type='html'>Just managed to view some clips of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Talking Cock in Parliament &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;event that took place last thursday...It was so crowded, that we  had to be turned away along with another 50 odd people...Argh!....Ended up going for coffee instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yawningbread.org/arch_2006/pic-642a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.yawningbread.org/arch_2006/pic-642a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colin Goh, addressing the unbelievable crowd turnout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, after watch a couple of these clips, I just wish we had been there 20 - 25 minutes minutes earlier...They had this innovative way of finding out how to stop more than the 350 people from coming into the Old Parliament building which has been turned into The Arts House....They gave out paper cups to everyone who could be allowed into the place...Oh, I forgot to mention that this was a free event....Who would think of having paper cups in their backpack or purse unless it was some fella with bladder control problems...So kudos to the people for coming up with a simple solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to grab a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=C88E0E47AA922C18"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couple of the videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for this event off Youtube...My favourite segment, was a speech from a girl in NIE, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruby Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...She dished out a variety of accents, and got her message across brilliantly...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Some English is More English than Others"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvhldHVJEHE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvhldHVJEHE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruby Pan and her array of accents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115724309557201601?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115724309557201601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115724309557201601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115724309557201601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115724309557201601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/09/talking-cock-in-parliament.html' title='Talking Cock in Parliament'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115667195623696609</id><published>2006-08-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:14:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vinayagar Chathurthi</title><content type='html'>Had to go vegetarian today...Seriously been a long time since I did....Did the family prayers and then visited this relative of mine who's become rather more religious since he married his wife, whose family is Hinduism personified...They celebrate every festival in a grand manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want someone as religious as that for a wife...What's the use of putting everything into God's hands and not doing enough yourself?...Pray to God for your well-bring, education etc...but you have to be realistic and know that you have a part to play in your achievements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this talk, I must admit enjoying such celebrations...In more than a slight way, it brings the whole family together...mmm...Religion certainly did help achieve this, political stability and culture during and before the medieval times...Now, perhaps most of us have rendered ourselves subscribers to a scientific faith, retaining a small degree of hope in other monotheistic or polytheistic faiths when all seems lost especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case, you are not sure what's Vinaygar Chathurthi, it is celebrated as the birthday of the the elephant God, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesh"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord Ganesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the eldest son of the Lord Shiva and Parvati. He's known as the remover of obstacles and thus is very popular amongst Hindus. I remember that a couple of years back, there was this phenomenon of &lt;a href="http://www.milkmiracle.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ganesha statues drinking milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, going on. Eventually, the science revelers tried to break that myth...One of those rare times, you do not know what to believe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115667195623696609?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115667195623696609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115667195623696609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115667195623696609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115667195623696609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-vinayagar-chathurthi.html' title='Happy Vinayagar Chathurthi'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115607143144339455</id><published>2006-08-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:16:09.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>That listing thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAME:&lt;/span&gt; Sargunan Ilangovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGE: &lt;/span&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAR SIGN:&lt;/span&gt; Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOME: &lt;/span&gt;Hougang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT: &lt;/span&gt;to be someone's inspiration in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE:&lt;/span&gt; an ability to shock people with my temper...but it rarely happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REGRET: &lt;/span&gt;not doing my best at times before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WISH: &lt;/span&gt;I could survive the next 2 years without any salary and still go on a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE: &lt;/span&gt;backpacking, especially to places of natural beauty...No concrete jungles for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE: &lt;/span&gt;people who are dishonest and those who betray friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS: &lt;/span&gt;my days as a primary and secondary school student...They were the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEAR: &lt;/span&gt;no one...I will stand up for what I believe in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SEE:&lt;/span&gt; my mum watching what else, but her SUNtv channel, sorry, its Vasantham Central now...she changed channels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HEAR: &lt;/span&gt;the ice-cream man's bell....Very tempted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SEARCH: &lt;/span&gt;for someone I could spend the rest of my life with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW: &lt;/span&gt;Very few people understand or know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST TIME YOU....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMILED?:&lt;/span&gt; At this coffeeshop aunty, who was surprised to see me after a long time when I walked past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHED?:&lt;/span&gt; Just now...I saw this contestant on the Ms Vasantham show, commenting that the Tsunami event affected her a lot..Najib asked what she did then..She replied, my parents donated some money...Najib gave this amused look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRIED?: &lt;/span&gt;I can't remember it...I guess it was so long ago...Maybe I've grown up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING?:&lt;/span&gt; In the morning, bought beancurd soup for my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCED?:&lt;/span&gt; It was at the NE show...So happening!...I think some of the teachers never knew that party side of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT HAMMERED?:&lt;/span&gt; I think I use my wit a lot more...If big size, don't waste your energy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WERE SARCASTIC?:&lt;/span&gt;  An idiot blocked my team-mate from the ball by using his butt to push him off; I told my mate to slap the J.Lo tail feather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KISSED SOMEONE?: &lt;/span&gt;My mum!...Just this morning before I went to play soccer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE?:&lt;/span&gt; mmm...Does someone else hugging me count?...It was on Monday, and it caught me off guard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALKED TO AN EX?:&lt;/span&gt;  No?...Never had a girlfriend though it came close before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD A NIGHTMARE?: &lt;/span&gt;The last one was getting involved in an accident, in a mini-bus driven by my army driver, Hari...Whoever gave him the license should be shot!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST THING YOU READ: &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, on the MRT, this book on Challenging Sustainability in Southeast Asia written by several Geography tutors in NIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU SAW ON THE BIG SCREEN:&lt;/span&gt; Believe it or not, my first ever Hindi film at the Cinema, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST PHONE NUMBER YOU CALLED: &lt;/span&gt;Senthil, to ask him to pick up Satish on the way to play football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED ON TV: &lt;/span&gt;It was this programme on ChannelNewsAsia...Chinese Resturants..about 2 hours ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST SONG YOU HEARD: &lt;/span&gt;Change your mind by The All-American Rejects right at this moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST THING YOU HAD TO DRINK:&lt;/span&gt; You guessed it...Coffee!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ATE: &lt;/span&gt;My mum's fish sambal with rice and cabbage!..I am such a fish lover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE A CRUSH?: &lt;/span&gt;I thought this was an adolescent thing?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE A DREAM THAT KEEPS COMING BACK?: &lt;/span&gt;Yesh...I keep seeing this someone, the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMEMBER YOUR FIRST LOVE?:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, she was from a girls school and I, from a boys school, and we hated each other so much..we started liking each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL LOVE HIM/HER?:&lt;/span&gt; Haha...I'll be psycho if I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELIEVE IT'S POSSIBLE TO REMAIN FAITHFUL FOREVER? &lt;/span&gt;No doubt about that..It takes a lot of committment and effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELIEVE IN GOD?:&lt;/span&gt; Eswara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE ANY SECRETS?: &lt;/span&gt;Doesn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE ANY PETS?: &lt;/span&gt;No more..Used to have dogs though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO TO OR PLAN TO GO TO UNIVERSITY?: &lt;/span&gt;I am in Uni now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORE HATS?:&lt;/span&gt; Only caps and bandanas during my long hair days...I could have passed a test for any Indian &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anjadi &lt;/span&gt;gang then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE ANY PIERCINGS?: &lt;/span&gt;Pierced my ears in poly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE ANY TATTOOS?: &lt;/span&gt;I don't really fancy them, after seeing a guy in army going to the trouble of removing his ex-girl's name off his chest..It was a disgusting sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE A BEST FRIEND?: &lt;/span&gt;The chap's down under..Allan Ang...Should be home soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE ANY BAD HABITS?: &lt;/span&gt;My worst?...Procrastination...Lots of others that people would probably know about already...Please tell me all about them and make me a better person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARE ABOUT LOOKS?: &lt;/span&gt;My friendship knows no race, language, religion or looks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;/span&gt; Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKE SARCASM?:&lt;/span&gt; I'm full of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE WALKS IN THE RAIN?: &lt;/span&gt;Haha...Just yesterday, on the way back from Pasir Ris Mangrove Reserve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SING IN THE SHOWER?:&lt;/span&gt; You mean croak in the shower?...Yesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE ANY SCARS?: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah...so many sia...all the sports I play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE MANY SCARS?:&lt;/span&gt; Definitely more than the 10 my fingers could show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT COLOUR HAIR DO YOU HAVE?: &lt;/span&gt;Black and proud of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOE SIZE?:&lt;/span&gt; 9 and a half...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115607143144339455?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115607143144339455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115607143144339455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115607143144339455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115607143144339455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-listing-thing.html' title='That listing thing...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115575167800827604</id><published>2006-08-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am a stranger in my mother ship...</title><content type='html'>Guess who I saw when I went for my ALK101 Communications module?.....Ms Janet George!!...It certainly did lots to my comfort level after observing a class where I knew no one...If I was surprised to see her, she was even more so...Then I had to go throught the usual nonsense of how I had come back...I dunno why but I was reminded of Parveen then...She was like a surrogate tutor during that ELE201 module last semester, where me the phonetics dinosaur, learnt to pronounce...It was just this year but feels like almost a distant memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've at last been exempted for a module - ASK301 which is pretty much similar to ETS101, that Science module on Bio topics...It's quite tiring having to find out things on your own now...No more friends to tell you latest information at the canteen...It has taken me almost a week before meeting any of the crossover people from other AS groups...I was talking to Siti Arfah today and we agreed that life without old friends in NIE is dull...We walk like strangers in the playground we left just months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking 4 geography modules isn't exactly fun, as there seem to be quite a number of field trips...The first one will be this Saturday at Pasir Ris Park....Go, take picture, do some of that investigator scene, listen 'attentively' and do the 'awe' show...then worry about what to write for the weekly geography journal on the train ride home...I hate the writing, when it involves a lot of reading as a precursor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115575167800827604?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115575167800827604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115575167800827604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115575167800827604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115575167800827604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-stranger-in-my-mother-ship.html' title='I am a stranger in my mother ship...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115556667095970935</id><published>2006-08-14T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:33:22.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIE Thoughts'/><title type='text'>That persisting rumour</title><content type='html'>Looks like the "rumour" that someone persists in insisting upon is still around..The "rumour" is that I am supposedly married....She seems like the only one who says it...Anyway, I recalled saying something about at least hopefully being linked to a pretty girl...But on hindsight, I realised it was not at all the key thing I look for in a girl I would find myself being attracted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key aspect?...It the ability to talk intelligibly about anything under the sun and having a great sense of humour....I absolutely don't go for the demure types who have to giggle away by covering the mouths, you know, that very victorian lady-like thingy...I want someone who doesn't feel the need to bother about others, and laugh out loud...Someone who likes to do things differently and has her own opinions...mmm...I don't know how to explain the differently part...coz I think I will know that difference when the time comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to vow that looks don't play a part...Ladies, any fool who tells you he doesn't give a hoot about looks is lying...All of us men, being the miserably visual creature we are, love to see a person who's as gorgeous as Angelina Jolie...For me, I need someone who can be pretty and presentable, not some leggy, 36D boobied supermodel...At the end of the day, I am sure the saying that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder means very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one other requisite which can't be denied its rightful mention...Chemistry.....Some kind of spark, which makes us glow when we meet...tough to see, and easy to feel...It must be a two - way traffic...And, I need to probably fulfil that other half's views of what her man should be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectations sound like a tall order?...Not true...There's several girls out there who can meet such a criteria, but one who can give you that funny feeling....how life would be with her around in your life - a thought that comes before you go to sleep....ah..that's somewhat rare and accidental at times....I've had it before, maybe 2 or 3 times but...mmmm...just didn't bother...and oh of course, being lucky enough to be linked to people I didn't think of as potential mates didn't help...A stunning beauty doesn't mean an attractive person, when they seem uninteresting, aloof or worse, dishonest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get attached, I think of myself as someone who would probably, think of being with that girl for life...Maybe my views of love are too romanticised...I know that love doesn't work always, but when you are in love....I expect a person to give it their best...For me, I have always loved e idea of writing poetry or a love letter to that special someone...My scribblings may not be so moving or written with lots of style...but in love, you must have originality...I've had ideas on how to surprise the one I love....They shall remain locked away in my mind, getting a visit every other night when i feel like thinking about them, and be released upon the joy of finding someone I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is even more fulfilling with someone to love...You know why?...Because you have a witness to your life...someone who was there to see and feel, your good times and bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Grow Old with You - Adam Sandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I wanna do is grow old with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll feed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even let ya hold the remote control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could be the man who grows old with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115556667095970935?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115556667095970935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115556667095970935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115556667095970935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115556667095970935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-persisting-rumour.html' title='That persisting rumour'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115539492390517363</id><published>2006-08-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:31:38.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Singapore Idolization</title><content type='html'>After watching about 3 episodes of Singapore Idol in the last 4 weeks....I must seriously say that the show must go....It does nothing to promote the talent of singing in Singapore...All that I hear Gurmit yakking about after each each contestant sings is....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Remember Singapore, vote for your FAVOURITE singer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been rather clear from the start that the likes of Jaokim Gomez and Jasmine Tye should have been voted off so long ago...Even my sister asked me to turn the TV sound to mute when she heard them sing....And Ken looks like the only judge who says anything right, though I must agree he crossed the boundary between judging and shaming the contestants a few times...In Jaokim's case, he was spot on when he mentioned that he was better off as a actor or host....The song that stands out when I think of his singing is his rendition of  "You send me" during the Jazz round....That was  the worst ever rendition of that beautiful quintessential Sam Cooke love song....Where do all those teen girls with stupid ideas that they might get to shake his hand or better, get his sweaty shirt, come up with the money to vote for this poor excuse for a singer?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that space of time, some better singers, with probably less stage presence and not-so-good looks have gone....I was most surprised with Jay Lim's and Emilee Kang's exits....The saving grace of this show so far is that the really good singers are still around...The names just roll off the tongue....Mathilda, Hady and Jonathan...If any other than these threesome get to the finals, its a confirmation of the bloody popularity contest at play...To be honest, I can predict that the final two will be guys...Why?....Read the aforementioned paragraph....I really think Mathilda has the best voice amongst all the singers, but she is probably gonna be let down by the fact that she's a minority, an Indian, one of only 7% in Singapore; she's female and isn't exactly drop dead gorgeous...Out of the 10 -20% or so men who even bother to vote are doing so because their friend is taking part or they have some fetish for one of the girls, presumably one who gave an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah lian&lt;/span&gt; rendition of "Wannabe" by Spice Girls a few week back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, after that analysis of why Mathilda won't win Singapore Idol, I realised how similar it is to the way PAP chooses its candidates for the single seat constituencies....They tend to choose Chinese males because they form the majority race, and the fact that they are male...They even confirmed this strategy during the last election rallies.....For all the rap of not having enough female MPs, they do make a poor statement, by doing just that...It simply sends out the message that Singaporeans are so backward that they will not vote for a minority female if she stood alone in a constituency instead of a GRC where the attention sways towards the Minister(so far all males) who spearheads the contest.....Sometimes I wonder why talented, independant females MPs like Ms Indranee Rajah decided to join them....Boy, she makes one hell of a speaker...Read the article below, to know what I mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When divergent sides engage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="update"&gt;By  Clement Mesenas and Derrick A Paulo, &lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | Posted: 27 April 2006 0724 hrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;SINGAPORE: Members of competing political parties engaging in a public forum was proof of how much more open the Singapore political climate had become, argued National University of Singapore Society (NUSS) president Chandra Mohan on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made this remarks at the opening of the forum, entitled "The General Election: Does Singapore have a choice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held on the eve of Nomination Day, the forum saw Ms Indranee Rajah from the People's Action Party (PAP), Dr Chee Soon Juan from the Singapore Democratic Party (SDP), Mr Sin Kek Tong from the Singapore People's Party (SPP) and political commentator Catherine Lim engage in free-flowing political discourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim described the forthcoming elections as a watershed event underscored by new complexities. She said her hopes for a better Singapore lay in the large group of young people who would be casting their votes for the first time. They would not be seduced by the lure of material blandishments, nor prescribe to the belief that freedom came with the satisfaction of material needs, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Rajah, on the other hand, argued that Singaporeans had a choice if they wanted to be politically active, dispelling the misconception that a climate of fear persisted in Singapore. Step up to the plate and contribute, be it in the PAP, as an independent or with the Opposition, was her message to political aspirants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming General Election is no "wayang", she said. Singaporeans will have a choice in the coming polls and they will be exercising their right, she asserted - putting her faith in the fact that the new generation of Singaporeans are a discerning lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the PAP's record, she urged. "I have worked with many ministers over the years and have never doubted that they have the best interests of Singapore at heart - from the provisions of jobs and housing, to healthcare. And they listen to feedback too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Chee of SDP, who is not contesting the elections because he is a bankrupt, likened the participation in elections in Singapore to a dead-end process. He said that the SDP could not even get its election materials printed as its printer was facing legal action over allegedly defamatory articles that the SDP had printed in its newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Chee used the occasion to repeat his call to Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong to meet him in a public debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Please tell Mr Lee that my invitation still stands,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he said, addressing Ms Rajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Rajah, a lawyer with Drew and Napier, was all sweetness and charm when she responded to Dr Chee's invitation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I don't carry any message for any man. Please do it yourself,"&lt;/span&gt; she said. - TODAY&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/7150153-115539492390517363?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115539492390517363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115539492390517363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115539492390517363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115539492390517363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/singapore-idolization.html' title='Singapore Idolization'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115512259426031563</id><published>2006-08-09T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:25:31.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Every end has a beginning somewhere...</title><content type='html'>I went to Teck Ghee Primary School's National Day concert yesterday....Wanted to catch up with some people and say a proper goodbye....I am so glad MOE introduced Adjunct Teaching. If not, I wouldn't have known a wonderful neighbour next to my cubicle in the form of Mrs Leslie Tan...and of course further down, Mrs Ong who has since left the school...It was always wonderful to hear their stories from all their years of experience and sound advice...They are such an inspiration for beginning teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/R0010832.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/R0010822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010833.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/R0010833.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fellow Beginning Teachers, only missing Victoria...Shine on ladies!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left TGPS around 9am...and rushed down to NIE to make it in time for the 10.30 Geography tutorial...Dr. Chatt's class and she hates latecomers..I found it weird  when I noted how Dr. Chatt kept on telling how her previous students got A and A+....I was thinking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is it even remotely possible to get an A in geography??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....Just for the record, none of my geography batch got an A before....I realised then that she was selling the module to the remaining 6 people who were from the Art(secondary) specialisation who now have to take a second AS....We have a lot of field trips planned in her module....Bukit Timah, and its steep, slippery steps are awaiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to meet the new Geography tutor in charge of techniques, who is teaching us GIS...She's got such a thick Chinese accent, that it is rather hard to stay focused with all the mispronunciations....I met some of these 2nd year students from the degree course in her class, and somehow, didn't feel welcome at all....I can understand how hard it is to make friends with people who just came when you already have a clique...Hopefully it will improve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalpana, Adeline and I went on a wild goose chase to find out how to get the NTU ezyLink card and reset our campus network passwords after lessons. NIE people seem to be treated like pariahs. In every place that we were referred to in NTU, the moment they heard that we were from NIE, the first words that would come out of their mouths are, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Are you sure you have come to the right place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....We managed to eventually settle some things and it was 6pm by then!...I had a big time K.O. when I went back to the hostel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have a much needed rest...Back home, met up with friends, played soccer and doing some shopping later....All thanks to Singapore's Birthday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115512259426031563?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115512259426031563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115512259426031563&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115512259426031563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115512259426031563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-end-has-beginning-somewhere.html' title='Every end has a beginning somewhere...'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115497240257541333</id><published>2006-08-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:35:14.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Took a little trip around Hougang Town....</title><content type='html'>I went to NIE today...It is officially my first day back at school, but my lessons were cancelled...Thus I went to get my hall keys and settle some stuff regarding my module exemptions....I met a few friends I know and a lot of people I never came across before...Totally felt like a freshie again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new hostels seem to take a leaf out of HDB's new concept flats...they are super small and the blocks are so close to each other...On the plus side, I love the green colour scheme on the outside of my hostel, and the condominium-ic glass panels and security systems with card keys...Huge desks too!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010823.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/R0010823.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That freshie feeling in  NIE, amidst a background of  patriotism... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/R0010825.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A view of my hideout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going back to Teck Ghee Primary School tomorrow morning and join in their National Day celebration before rushing down to NIE for my lesson at 10.30am...My last chance for photo opportunities with people I will sorely miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something down after taking the feeder bus 112 from the interchange today with an intention to see the places around Hougang and what I can recall from them by taking a longer route ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little trip around Hougang Town....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must be a dreamer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;becoz I saw something else in a glimmer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me tell you this story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before it fades into the books of my life's history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bus trip I took around Hougang Town...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see things I've missed and the beautiful sounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each place reminded me of a time during and beyond my adolesence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A time when I became serious about life's lessons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hougang Street 21, Mavis tution centre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Montfort Secondary School, crappy yet youthful banters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hougang Street 61, saw a man fall to his death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could I haved saved him? Do your math...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hougang Avenue 8, my best friend's former abode....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Innocents Primary School, kids I used to dote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many things have changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can only say this in disdain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't erase those memories from times of old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As they will forever reside in my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt instead to appreciate the Present better...&lt;br /&gt;and live the moment as if it was now or never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150153-115497240257541333?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115497240257541333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115497240257541333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115497240257541333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115497240257541333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/took-little-trip-around-hougang-town.html' title='Took a little trip around Hougang Town....'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150153.post-115445560891806587</id><published>2006-08-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:37:31.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Return to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>It has been quite tiring actually....Rushing through my marking and corrections with my parallel classes, editing my Science SA paper, sitting down with Izam to write a National Day Concert play script, bringing out my distant relative who's visiting on her way to Australia and finding ways to cut down the number of AUs required to complete my degree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to shoot some pictures with my Maths and English P3 parallel classes last week. It has been vexatious as well as harrowing to see some of them around this week, as they keep on asking why I am leaving them...To be honest, I think my outlook as a teacher has been very different in my present school...I can see a lot more meaner me...I think I surprised a few people with my temper...But to see that pupils can still appreciate my efforts....That's amazing!...Another thing I love about TGPS is how closely knit it can be....Students whom I don't teach and parent volunteers seem to know my name!...Not everthing is perfect though, but I am trying my best to keep my mind off all the hogwash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/thank-you-for-smoking-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 384px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/400/thank-you-for-smoking-poster-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am gonna miss some of the people in this school...I don't deny it...I will be going with a heavy heart....I cliqued so well with some of them....Of course, I don't have the time to make friends with every person...and perhaps that could have been a contributing factor to why I didn't bother smiling or saying hello to the new contract teachers...I don't want the burden of doing the fake niceties when I bump into em next year when they come to NIE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to collect my hostel keys....I will try to do it tomorrow...3pm is the target to leave school....Will I make it?...As long I can do a good houdini and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siam &lt;/span&gt;the 'archers'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/thankyouforsmoking/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You for Smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...This is an order!...It is definitely going down as a classic for me...This satirical comedy gets&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 out of 5 stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from me!...There are just too many witty lines and dialogues. My personal favourite - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You sell cigarettes! They are cool, available and addictive. Half the job is already done for us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....An interesting point to note is that not a single actor in this movie actually ever smokes a cigarette!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are some of the shots taken at the &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. I can't even recall the last time I went there...Must be ages...The bad news is that it does not seem to have changed much...The &lt;a href="http://www.nightsafari.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night Safari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was a totally out of the world experience though...You should take both the tram ride and the walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010772.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010772.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camel - Obviously not one for a dental ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010721.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010721.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babirusas - the ladies are supposedly attracted by size &amp; shape of the tusks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010768.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010768.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meerkat- Stand at attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010765.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010765.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lion- Are you looking at me? I''ll send my wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010725.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010725.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Tiger- They still eat meat people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010737.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant- This big guy's name is Komali (Clown in Tamil)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/1600/R0010759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/214/426/320/R0010759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human- Top of the food chain and wears clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7150153-115445560891806587?l=sargunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/feeds/115445560891806587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7150153&amp;postID=115445560891806587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115445560891806587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150153/posts/default/115445560891806587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sargunan.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-to-zoo.html' title='Return to the Zoo'/><author><name>Sargunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670928539682873534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sri_sargunan/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
