<?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-36395179</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:35:07.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renaza</title><subtitle type='html'>...just some ramblings of one who is seeking inner peace and asking for the opportunity to look back with a smile</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-931496786375327706</id><published>2009-02-07T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:27:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Theory</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me this cow theory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADITIONAL CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell them and retire on the income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;You are surprised when the cow drops dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the mil k.&lt;br /&gt;You then create clever cow cartoon images called ‘Cowkimon’ and market them World-Wide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Both are mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 5,000 cows and none of which belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You charge others for storing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have 300 people milking them..&lt;br /&gt;You claim full employment and high bovine productivity.&lt;br /&gt;You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INDIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You worship them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MALAYSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You signed a 40-year contract to supply milk at RM0.06 per litre.&lt;br /&gt;Then midway through, you raised the price to RM0.60 or you cut the supply.&lt;br /&gt;When the buyer agrees to the new price, you change your mind again and now want RM1.20.&lt;br /&gt;The buyer decided you can keep the milk and they go look for milk that comes from recycled cows or the cow urine instead.&lt;br /&gt;Your two cows retire together with the Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;One cow-peh and one cow-bu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-931496786375327706?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/931496786375327706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=931496786375327706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/931496786375327706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/931496786375327706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2009/02/cow-theory.html' title='Cow Theory'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-7391316629430797852</id><published>2008-12-25T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:34:07.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25122008</title><content type='html'>This is Part II of my previous post http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html.  A reminder to count my blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SVMM-xkj0sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QgOo2RWjW5E/s1600-h/DSCF0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SVMM-xkj0sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QgOo2RWjW5E/s320/DSCF0717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283581060433826498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SVMM-oBEOLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NiLj3RWfGI0/s1600-h/DSCF0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SVMM-oBEOLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NiLj3RWfGI0/s320/DSCF0745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283581057869035698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-7391316629430797852?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7391316629430797852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=7391316629430797852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/7391316629430797852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/7391316629430797852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/12/25122008.html' title='25122008'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SVMM-xkj0sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QgOo2RWjW5E/s72-c/DSCF0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-3094386800795556040</id><published>2008-11-26T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:54:10.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection Time #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SS1Ub_ydUJI/AAAAAAAAADk/Og-E0an3t1Y/s1600-h/22112008010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SS1Ub_ydUJI/AAAAAAAAADk/Og-E0an3t1Y/s200/22112008010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272963578676990098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ART #1, my world is defined by perspective, shape and highlight -  dark shade, light shade, darkest shade etc. It is strange as I suddenly noticed things that I have never been aware of before and I'm really enjoying this discovery. Whenever I stopped at traffic light, I will look at a tree and identify the different shades and how its shape is placed relative to the environment. Amazing that I am seeing the tree more completely than before.  It is on longer simply a tree to me; I'm seeing it relative to its environment and the tree will not be such if it is in another place or that I am looking at it from another angle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-3094386800795556040?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3094386800795556040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=3094386800795556040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/3094386800795556040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/3094386800795556040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflection-time-2.html' title='A Reflection Time #2'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SS1Ub_ydUJI/AAAAAAAAADk/Og-E0an3t1Y/s72-c/22112008010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-7849378339993737897</id><published>2008-11-26T21:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:41:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SS1RlLBAFsI/AAAAAAAAADc/NnW0I-PzU6Q/s1600-h/15112008008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SS1RlLBAFsI/AAAAAAAAADc/NnW0I-PzU6Q/s200/15112008008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272960437774718658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended my first art lesson on 15 Nov 2008.  It was not without trepidation that I made my way to the art studio.  I imagined how I would freeze and not even able to draw anything decently recognizable and that how I would cringe when I hear criticism from my instructor and classmates.  Oh my! Why did I subject myself to such torment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, I walked out of the studio feeling that I'm on the top of the world! I have managed to do a decent beginner piece albeit with lot of rooms for improvement.  Accepting CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is actually easier than I thought as I know what and how to improve on my painting.  I was so engrossed in my own work that there was no time to worry about how I should feel when my instructor critique my work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the lesson, I told a peek at the four paintings and they were all different! There is no one right or correct picture!  We all painted what we see from our own perspectives but that did not mean that mine is the best or that the others are better.  I learn the need to be objective about and truthful to what I see and observe and at the same time,  be open to others' views.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-7849378339993737897?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7849378339993737897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=7849378339993737897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/7849378339993737897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/7849378339993737897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflection-time.html' title='A Reflection Time'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SS1RlLBAFsI/AAAAAAAAADc/NnW0I-PzU6Q/s72-c/15112008008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-4139934130976144087</id><published>2008-07-26T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:47:54.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300408 Beijing</title><content type='html'>Saw the MTV on the cable station and it certainly brought back wonderful memories.   The first time I heard these songs was during my May trip to Beijing.  My trip coincided with the 100 days countdown to Beijing Olympics.  There was a mega-stars live concert at the Forbidden City.  I was there in the morning and could not figure out why there were so many activities going on then. All these seemed so long ago although it is less than 3-month ago. I have simply allowed myself to be trapped in the web of happenings.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yv3qJSoQtGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yv3qJSoQtGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbiVoSYeKc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbiVoSYeKc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-4139934130976144087?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4139934130976144087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=4139934130976144087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4139934130976144087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4139934130976144087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/07/300408-beijing.html' title='300408 Beijing'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-1722867922282142682</id><published>2008-07-20T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:26:44.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>This is the much-talked about original version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGDHIZcuqlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGDHIZcuqlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-1722867922282142682?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1722867922282142682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=1722867922282142682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1722867922282142682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1722867922282142682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/07/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-2191957555044708531</id><published>2008-06-21T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:10:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers (again)!</title><content type='html'>This is part 2 of my earlier post on "Cheers" (20Oct07). Been told that those I missed dearly still remembered the "Cheers". It is such a timely message to myself as I needed the "Cheers" badly these few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-2191957555044708531?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2191957555044708531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=2191957555044708531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/2191957555044708531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/2191957555044708531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheers-again.html' title='Cheers (again)!'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-4066729209794556451</id><published>2008-06-21T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:02:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Dai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JYJf_wFI/AAAAAAAAACM/XpY581oHbgs/s1600-h/DSCF0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JYJf_wFI/AAAAAAAAACM/XpY581oHbgs/s200/DSCF0480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214334254036533330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JYiGXYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/caDmdAz6ZZo/s1600-h/DSCF0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JYiGXYmI/AAAAAAAAACU/caDmdAz6ZZo/s200/DSCF0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214334260639916642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JY0AEN1I/AAAAAAAAACc/JUWNFTUCwNM/s1600-h/DSCF0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JY0AEN1I/AAAAAAAAACc/JUWNFTUCwNM/s200/DSCF0485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214334265445332818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JZESEJUI/AAAAAAAAACk/VEZO920H3E8/s1600-h/DSCF0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JZESEJUI/AAAAAAAAACk/VEZO920H3E8/s200/DSCF0487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214334269815792962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JZWN1Y5I/AAAAAAAAACs/0zYFXzAMsOs/s1600-h/DSCF0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JZWN1Y5I/AAAAAAAAACs/0zYFXzAMsOs/s200/DSCF0489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214334274629886866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable! This is my personal record - stood outside the restaurant for two hours.  Unlike the queue for Disneyland,we have little room to adjust our weight or move around. Finished the May issue of RD in queue.  Verdict - the queue is worth the super smooth and delicious sashimi. Perfecto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-4066729209794556451?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4066729209794556451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=4066729209794556451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4066729209794556451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4066729209794556451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/06/sushi-dai.html' title='Sushi Dai'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/SF0JYJf_wFI/AAAAAAAAACM/XpY581oHbgs/s72-c/DSCF0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-1565967054705093960</id><published>2008-05-25T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:09:45.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the kids under the rumble</title><content type='html'>小小的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;今天有沒有哭是否朋友都已經離去　&lt;br /&gt;留下了帶不走的孤獨漂亮的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;今天有沒有哭是否弄髒了美麗的衣服　&lt;br /&gt;卻找不到別人傾訴聰明的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;今天有沒有哭是否遺失了心愛的禮物　&lt;br /&gt;在風中尋找從清晨到日暮我親愛的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;為什麼你不讓我看清楚是否讓風吹熄了蠟燭　&lt;br /&gt;在黑暗中獨自漫步親愛的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;快快擦乾你的淚珠我願意陪伴你走上回家的路親愛的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;今天有沒有哭是否朋友都已經離去　&lt;br /&gt;留下了帶不走的孤獨親愛的小孩　&lt;br /&gt;今天有沒有哭是否遺失了心愛的禮物&lt;br /&gt;在風中尋找從清晨到日暮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... song by SuRui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EoqwSsf7myw&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EoqwSsf7myw&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-1565967054705093960?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1565967054705093960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=1565967054705093960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1565967054705093960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1565967054705093960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-kids-under-rumble.html' title='For the kids under the rumble'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-6055492065270462966</id><published>2008-03-23T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:14:15.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable TV</title><content type='html'>Finally! Signed up for cable TV. Decided that I should no longer be a passive victim of the local production and go for &lt;em&gt;diversity and choice&lt;/em&gt;. It has been quite a while that I can be glued to the TV and I did that for a tour into the heart of Sahara Desert and Jersulaum.  Have to remind myself not to be a couch potato and so bought a yoga mat to do stretching exercises at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-6055492065270462966?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6055492065270462966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=6055492065270462966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/6055492065270462966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/6055492065270462966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2008/03/cable-tv.html' title='Cable TV'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-7983400721403808557</id><published>2007-12-31T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:01:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>241207</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3kDtyJzG8I/AAAAAAAAACE/SuehtuHV-zA/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3kDtyJzG8I/AAAAAAAAACE/SuehtuHV-zA/s200/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150151733966740418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not preserve all of them and so decided to take a pic for memory sake. This is a reminder to myself that I'm a luck girl and so must learn to look at the brighter side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-7983400721403808557?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7983400721403808557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=7983400721403808557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/7983400721403808557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/7983400721403808557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/12/241207.html' title='241207'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3kDtyJzG8I/AAAAAAAAACE/SuehtuHV-zA/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-4760140740730433922</id><published>2007-12-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:09:46.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made by Regin... my niece</title><content type='html'>My niece never fails to impress me with her ability to recycle all those boxes that I threw away.  She has built a pram-like house for her barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3j4ASJzG7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BfEESenXa4s/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3j4ASJzG7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BfEESenXa4s/s200/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150138857654786994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3j3vyJzG6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wvHRM4p6U5Q/s1600-h/DSC00054+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3j3vyJzG6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wvHRM4p6U5Q/s200/DSC00054+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150138574186945442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-4760140740730433922?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4760140740730433922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=4760140740730433922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4760140740730433922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4760140740730433922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/12/made-by-regin-my-niece.html' title='Made by Regin... my niece'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/R3j4ASJzG7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BfEESenXa4s/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-5245925869934772511</id><published>2007-10-20T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:55:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>Something that I could count on to cheer me up.  Something that is very signifcant to me as it has helped to cheer up a group of people who I missed dearly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IILoTmIXd7s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IILoTmIXd7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-5245925869934772511?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5245925869934772511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=5245925869934772511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/5245925869934772511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/5245925869934772511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-23858563903475154</id><published>2007-10-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:46:38.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first video blog</title><content type='html'>Heard it over radio and decide to hunt it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0Frjer2drU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0Frjer2drU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-23858563903475154?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/23858563903475154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=23858563903475154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/23858563903475154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/23858563903475154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-video-blog_20.html' title='My first video blog'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-8201459403005272896</id><published>2007-10-16T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:40:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Serious enough to laugh.  &lt;/em&gt;I would like to modify it to "serious enough to laugh..when I looked back". Haha. It has happened to me before and I really pray that it will happen again and again.  I want to be able to look back at episodes of my life and laugh over it, laugh at the silliness and pettiness and even laugh at my own reaction. This is what keeps me going and I am looking forward to the day when I read this blog and laugh over what made me write this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-8201459403005272896?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8201459403005272896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=8201459403005272896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8201459403005272896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8201459403005272896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/10/paradox-2.html' title='Paradox #2'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-4419777114343392695</id><published>2007-10-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:31:14.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similarity</title><content type='html'>What do haircut and toilet habit have in common?  Nothing on the surface. But, this is something that my two friends have in common and they believe so.  Paradoxical.  Each of us have our own little space that we want to protect and hang dearly to and not let anyone venture into.  Something that is  right, unquestionable and undebatable ME.  Period.  Now, where is that space of mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-4419777114343392695?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4419777114343392695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=4419777114343392695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4419777114343392695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4419777114343392695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/10/similarity.html' title='Similarity'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-8489935687476829345</id><published>2007-08-18T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:14:57.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Busy enough to make time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  To make time to update my blog.  To make time to meet my friends.  To make time to read.  To make time to exercise.  To make time to spend time with my family.  To make time to relax.  To make time to get to know people.  To make time to let people to know me.  To make time to return phone call or sms. To make time to pamper myself.  To make time to slow down.  To make time to enjoy the environment.  To make time to count my blessings.  To make time to accept the difference.  To make time to link with my past.  To make time to connect with my present.  To make time to plan for my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-8489935687476829345?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8489935687476829345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=8489935687476829345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8489935687476829345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8489935687476829345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/08/paradox-1.html' title='Paradox #1'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-2722116610467714598</id><published>2007-04-07T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:00:07.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions</title><content type='html'>Read this: The human being's funniest characteristics is our contradictions.  Why is that so?  Well, we are in such a hurry to grow up, and then we long for our lost childhood.  We make ourselvs ill earning money, and then we spend all our money trying to get well again.  We think so much about the future that we forget and neglect the present, and thus end up experiencing neither the present nor future.  We live as if we were never going to die, and die as if we had never lived.  Learn to slow down and count our own blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-2722116610467714598?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2722116610467714598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=2722116610467714598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/2722116610467714598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/2722116610467714598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/04/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-3668402484448793327</id><published>2007-04-01T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:08:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For frenz</title><content type='html'>Frenz - would like to introduce you to Norma, a 60 odd years old Brazlian lady.  She is known as "the rocking grandma" and it is not because she sits in a rocking chair.  This granny is famous for working in various places - organising promotions, parties and concerts!  When asked about the source of her energy, she revealed that she has this magic calendar.  It is actually an old and much scribbled-upon calendar.  On the calendar, Norma had written down something good that had happened on each date - the day that a vaccine against polo is discovered, the day that WWII has ended etc.  For her, each day is beautiful and we must celebrate... not because of recognition, promotion, salary increase... life is beautiful and so that is enough reason to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-3668402484448793327?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3668402484448793327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=3668402484448793327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/3668402484448793327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/3668402484448793327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-frenz_01.html' title='For frenz'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-1970377952849972258</id><published>2007-03-31T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:57:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat? Mentally or physically?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/Rg55hEnRLQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9ZZiNJO0e1c/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048105841409993986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/Rg55hEnRLQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9ZZiNJO0e1c/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;View from the Conference Room, Batam View Resort. We're practically trapped inside the same room for the two-day Retreat. It does not help that the Conference Room offers such a tempting view of the outside world while we're all tearing our hair to think about this or that strategies. &lt;em&gt;Taken with Nokia 6280.&lt;/em&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/36395179-1970377952849972258?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1970377952849972258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=1970377952849972258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1970377952849972258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1970377952849972258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/03/retreat-mentally-or-physically.html' title='Retreat? Mentally or physically?'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/Rg55hEnRLQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9ZZiNJO0e1c/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-1613735631510578717</id><published>2007-03-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:05:13.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st blog-photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/Rg54iknRLPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qLuHlC_yG0k/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048104767668169970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/Rg54iknRLPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qLuHlC_yG0k/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken with my Nokia 6280 during my 4+ hours hike to Hooker's Valley, Mount Cook, New Zealand (Nov 06).  It was a very beautiful day, clear blue sky and light cooling breeze in the air.  Lesson learnt: must always bring my sunblock along on all trips.  Me face was burnt and has to rush out and buy sunblock on the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-1613735631510578717?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1613735631510578717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=1613735631510578717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1613735631510578717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/1613735631510578717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-1st-blog-photo.html' title='My 1st blog-photo'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tl4Kpg3zCv0/Rg54iknRLPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qLuHlC_yG0k/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-8960307063110315204</id><published>2007-02-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:15:01.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>Just attended a concert by a 43 year old performer who definitely does not look nor perform like one of that age. She is hot! While she does not have a svelte figure nor the look, she is definitely a woman who is comfortable with her size and full of confidence with her own ability or inability. How many of us are that secure or at ease with our own ineptness, awkwardness and clumsiness? I know that I am not. Someone used the phrase "brutually frank with ourselves" today and I think this is precisely what I need to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-8960307063110315204?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8960307063110315204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=8960307063110315204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8960307063110315204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8960307063110315204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/02/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-8267920633316720471</id><published>2007-01-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:09:36.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or Privilege</title><content type='html'>Without realising it, many of us blur the line between our right and our priviledge.  What was priviledge becomes right.  This is the beginning of many moments of disappointment, frustration, let down, and even anger. This is most likely to happen when we stay in the same place and do the same thing for too long.  We just slip into an auto-pilot mode. Learn to count our blessings and not take things for granted. Carpe Diem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-8267920633316720471?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8267920633316720471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=8267920633316720471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8267920633316720471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/8267920633316720471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2007/01/right-or-privilege.html' title='Right or Privilege'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-833958254739804608</id><published>2006-11-28T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:00:01.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An insignificant red draw-string bag</title><content type='html'>Just an insignificant red draw-string bag bought from Ko Sam Mui years ago. Signature bag of a frenz but an eye-sore to another. Doesn't this just remind us that each of us have our taste, value, preference, uniqueness and quirk?  Question is when we should impose our own standard and expectation on others or learn to accept it. We need to be aware, otherwise we will end up being disappointed by everything and everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-833958254739804608?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/833958254739804608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=833958254739804608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/833958254739804608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/833958254739804608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/insignificant-red-draw-string-bag.html' title='An insignificant red draw-string bag'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-3498996300195134869</id><published>2006-11-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:05:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer...one</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It there is to be peace in the world, the nations must live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;If there is to be peace among nations, the cities must not rise up against each other.&lt;br /&gt;If there is to be peace in the cities, neighbours must understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;If there is to be peace among neighours, there must be harmony in the home.&lt;br /&gt;If there is to be peace in the home, we must each find our own heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lao Tsu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-3498996300195134869?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3498996300195134869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=3498996300195134869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/3498996300195134869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/3498996300195134869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/prayerone.html' title='Prayer...one'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-4485953686169974602</id><published>2006-11-12T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:57:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic light</title><content type='html'>Go, ready to stop and stop.  Isn't this what comes to our mind when we mention traffic light?  The role of traffic light is to moderate traffic so as to ensure a smoother ride for all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me this evening that traffic light is symbolic of our different racial groups.  Red, Orange and Green happened to be the auspicious colour of these different racial groups. See the connection???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-4485953686169974602?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4485953686169974602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=4485953686169974602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4485953686169974602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/4485953686169974602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/traffic-light.html' title='Traffic light'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-2523622041539907538</id><published>2006-11-12T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:51:24.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more minute</title><content type='html'>Life has a strange sequence or order that we've absolutely no control over it.  Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"If I set my goals only one minute at a time, I could go longer before I reached exhaustion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This appeared in a bestseller novel but it left no impression at all when I read it.  I was more concerned whether the heroine is able to have her revenge.  This is not one of those lines that make me paused and wondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this morning at the gym, this line comes alive, leaves it mark and becomes a powerful inspiration for me to spend one more minute...just one more minute...and one more minute on that machine.  I've managed to manipulate my thinking.  Question is have I been deceiving my brain all along... have I been telling myself to bear with one more minute of crap...one more minute...one more minute???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-2523622041539907538?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2523622041539907538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=2523622041539907538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/2523622041539907538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/2523622041539907538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-more-minute.html' title='One more minute'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116290707970442462</id><published>2006-11-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:26.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what you're fighting for?</title><content type='html'>How often have we paused and thought about the things we're fighting for?  Do we understand what we're fighting for?  What is the sigificance of this thing we're fighting for?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of "I am better than you" or "See, I told you so" does give us satisfaction.  A very short-term one that could only last nano seconds. But, is it worth all that we've given up in the process?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116290707970442462?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116290707970442462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116290707970442462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116290707970442462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116290707970442462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-know-what-youre-fighting-for.html' title='Do you know what you&apos;re fighting for?'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116290644229928592</id><published>2006-11-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:26.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment of dawn</title><content type='html'>A Rabbi gathered together his students and asked them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know the exact moment when night ends and day begins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it's light enough to tell a sheep from a dog," said one boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student said: "No, when it's light enough to tell an olive tree from a fig tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's not a good definition either."  the Rabbi responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what's the right answer?" asked the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Rabbi said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a stranger approaches, and we think he is our brother, and all conflicts disappear, that is the moment when night ends and day begins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My confession.  I've not experiened many moments of dawn but I'm trying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116290644229928592?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116290644229928592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116290644229928592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116290644229928592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116290644229928592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/moment-of-dawn.html' title='The moment of dawn'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116290606223787366</id><published>2006-11-07T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:26.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road less travelled...repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less travelled by, &lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference....Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this in a book that I'm reading.  It strikes a chord.  A very very deep one in me.  It could be due to my current state.   Should I carry on the path that is socially-acceptable, logical, conventional, popular and natural?  Do I dare to take the risk and venture into the one less travelled?  I wondered whether progression necessarily means upwards movement along the ladder. Or, could progression be a step towards the inner peace within us? Its crunch time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116290606223787366?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116290606223787366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116290606223787366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116290606223787366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116290606223787366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/road-less-travelledrepost.html' title='Road less travelled...repost'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116282598846943429</id><published>2006-11-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:26.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Pencil</title><content type='html'>(a) &lt;em&gt;A pencil is capable of filling a page but it needs to be guided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) We have to stop writing and use a sharpener once in a while.  The pencil will suffer a little, but afterwards, it is much sharper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Pencil allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(d) What really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e) Pencil always leaves a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(f) Pencil can be used in the zero-gravity outer space.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116282598846943429?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116282598846943429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116282598846943429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116282598846943429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116282598846943429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-of-pencil.html' title='Story of the Pencil'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116187195630213522</id><published>2006-10-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:26.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Hand Column</title><content type='html'>Everyone of us has a Left Hand Column (LHC) which is what we truly wanted to say but not what we finally uttered.  We are concerned how our conversation partners would react if we were to tell them what is in our LHC.  We are worried that our converstation partners would decide that this is one friend that they could do without.  We are unsure whether we have the confidence and guts to say what is in our LHC.  What will happen in the end is that we'll try to sweeten our message, hint at it or beat round the bush and praying that our conversation partners would catch on it on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116187195630213522?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116187195630213522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116187195630213522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116187195630213522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116187195630213522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/10/left-hand-column.html' title='Left Hand Column'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116143930494907032</id><published>2006-10-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:26.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger...</title><content type='html'>Saw this in newspaper today "Leadership is specific to a particular situation".  How true and apt is this statement. I'm a believer that we need to be a autocratic and visionary leader for creative destruction and, understanding and democratic leader for steady growth.  These are not dichotomy and I'm confident that we can translate from one to another style; ableit with some effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116143930494907032?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116143930494907032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116143930494907032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116143930494907032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116143930494907032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/10/trigger.html' title='Trigger...'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36395179.post-116143830179135033</id><published>2006-10-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:21:25.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut Blog...20 October 2006</title><content type='html'>Decided to own a blog after visiting MH's.  Had difficulty choosing name and decided to use the silly conventional way that one uses to name something.  Took my magazine on the table and decided to use the last unusual and uncommon word on the page that I flipped to.  This whole process just reinforces my personal belief that I'm not that creative after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sinful and rich lunch with sisters today.  Felt that S2T is working too hard and I am worried for both her mental state and physical health.  She appears to be very high strung and work is away top of the list. She is also pushing both herself and others too hard. Looking at her, wonder is this how a leader should be?  The price is too high and I am not ready and willing to part with my "money" for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36395179-116143830179135033?l=renaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/feeds/116143830179135033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36395179&amp;postID=116143830179135033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116143830179135033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36395179/posts/default/116143830179135033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renaza.blogspot.com/2006/10/debut-blog20-october-2006.html' title='Debut Blog...20 October 2006'/><author><name>renaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13940227817769817902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
