<?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-1791862430314104109</id><updated>2011-09-23T07:35:09.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reynold's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791862430314104109.post-5898028159709252896</id><published>2009-03-04T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:11:56.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesefewwords.wordpress.com/"&gt;I'm Moving!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5898028159709252896?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5898028159709252896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5898028159709252896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5898028159709252896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5898028159709252896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4386314726530730517</id><published>2009-03-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:25:26.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed?</title><content type='html'>The craziest news of all educational news (apart from the sex scandal), NTU's stabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my (unofficial) graduation from SP, I wonder if SP has the potential for such an event. Taking the level of stress and work piled on us over the 3 years, yes it might have.  It's not because SP is making our course fees worth, but rather as our students are getting more intelligent, the world around them constantly evolves and develops. It develops at such a pace that it is virtually impossible for the educational system to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example...&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, &lt;em&gt;The Internet &lt;/em&gt;was nothing but a military project&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; But take a look today! The whole world's built using The Internet. Quotations are sent online, advertisements are spammed online, information is sourced online, conferences are held online, operations are conducted online, romance is made online and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what has all this have to do with our students?&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who have to take on the load of all the information created that is said to make our lives easier, simpler and more interactive.(Just look at the irony) Students have to learn how to operate and capitalise on these technologies and developments. And if educational institutes don't add these extra lessons, then their lessons won't be &lt;em&gt;current&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it really the school or the education system that pushes the envelops for students?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is actually simple. None. Just take a look. Society is the mastermind, while the education system, schools, syllabus and all are mere variable that change due to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, students that gripe that school's too tough for you, do understand that it is not your teacher's choice to make life difficult for you, it's your life that made it difficult for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4386314726530730517?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4386314726530730517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4386314726530730517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4386314726530730517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4386314726530730517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed?'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5870367289546278794</id><published>2009-03-02T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:02:26.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting A New.</title><content type='html'>Some might have heard, some might have suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, single, single. Is it a really big deal? Hahaha. So much for not posting, now everyone's left with so much to read. Ok, I'll keep things short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my internship and it's safe to say that I'm done with school. Apart from waiting for the presentation of certificates in (probably) may, I am free to do almost anything I want. And I think I'm in need of a breath of overseas air. Yes, yes, I want to leave Singapore for a few days and just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm single. Nothing exciting here. We're still good friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emceed for SPARC's Annual Dinner and Dance. Would have to say it wasn't much of emceeing but more of getting the event flow going. It was rather difficult to emcee since the entire night felt more like a long awaited gathering more than a sit-down-and-eat-dinner. But it was great all-in-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met old friends from SPARC, Izzat, Hafiz, Kent, Kai Tian, Evelyn, Nicholas, Ferman, ect. And also started friendships with new faces, Shine(I didn't catch her real name), Patricia,  Pricilla(if that's how it's spelt), Alvin and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lasting impression of one of my friends. Serves as a *new* reminder when adversaries sprout and obstruct. *Yes you are strong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reflection-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never seem to be able to see how trivial our problems are most of the time. We get so engulfed within pure ignorance and arrogance that we just refuse to take that step back and take a good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that my life was a dread. That maybe I had the crappiest journey in the whole of mankind. But not any longer. Life's not just about conforming to me. It's about making the best out of it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, emo thoughts. And I'm conversing with blogger here. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5870367289546278794?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5870367289546278794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5870367289546278794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5870367289546278794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5870367289546278794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-new.html' title='Starting A New.'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7827682168814928720</id><published>2008-11-04T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:35:14.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Fret Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"You only fail when you fail to realise your failure." - Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As long as we have learnt our mistakes and failures, it is already better than passing tests. And I hope Baby can learn from this little SPSS test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Looking forward is more important than brooding over this little hic-up. It's normal to stumble once in a while. Life is never smooth and perfect all the time. And we always have the tendency to brood over the matter and hate ourselves at the end of the day. However, what's more important is to look up, pick up, and move up. There's no point looking at the pothole in the ground, what you should do now is to look ahead and avoid the other potholes, now that you know how it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes we all hate the bitter taste of failure and the not reaching our targets, but at least we taste a stumble and not a fall. We are shaken, but do not taste the soil. It's just a simple test, not the examinations. People might laugh, but they would trip over themselves too someday. And when we pick ourselves up at the end of the day, it is you who will have the last laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Remember, there is no perfect life. No one is a born scorer. No one is a born genius. No one lives the life that we want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We all don't get what we want. But we all learn. It's not easy, but we all have to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And I will be here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7827682168814928720?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7827682168814928720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7827682168814928720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7827682168814928720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7827682168814928720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/11/don-fret-baby.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t Fret Baby!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7281164428541003466</id><published>2008-11-02T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:16:12.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=2088960276688704858&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7281164428541003466?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7281164428541003466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7281164428541003466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7281164428541003466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7281164428541003466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-project.html' title='Video Project'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3410631324331519830</id><published>2008-10-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:45:58.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last 6 weeks...</title><content type='html'>Here comes the last 6 weeks in Singapore Polytechnic and boy am I already starting to feel how much time I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks, 6 weeks, 6 weeks. I'm gonna make the fullest of full use of it. Yes, apart from studying hard, I'll make sure I'll live it. After that, comes internship. Another whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I can safely say that I've lived the life of a student from the most renowned polytechnic in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, the 3 years came and gone. Until a friend mentioned it, I didn't realise how many projects I've completed in the course of my polytechnic life. Considering that every module has 2 projects, and every semester has 8 modules. 16 modules in a year multiplied by 2.5 year (last semester doesn't count) and then by another 2. That makes up... 80 projects. Ok, that's a rough gauge, but it's definitely over 50 projects. Wow... I've lived the SP life. And I'm proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already seen the results of being an SP student. Mention Singapore Polytechnic and almost the first reaction you get is "Oh! That's really good!" FIrst impression packs the most punch, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm left with the last few steps, I feel a surge of pride filling my chest each time I think about the past. DVPA, MMR, FOM, CONB, IPRA, AM, ICM, WFM, and all the other huge modules that made me crack my brains. It totally makes sense when you look back after the (almost) 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I wish to express my gratitude to every single lecturer that went the extra mile to ensure that my cohort has received that best learning expereince possible. The many nights trying to decipher my hand writing, picking up last minute phone calls, irritating lecture questions, and a whole list of other moronic beheaviour that our cohort has given you. You are dearly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC, the Diploma in Media and Communications. The choice to go if you want a good understanding of the Media and Communications industry. A good place to have a firm and goof grounding before you choose to further and concentrate in a field in the university. I wouldn't recomend the course to you if you are one who lives on other people, because you need to work you brains with every piece of work. But at least, if you are serious about your future, then SP, DMC is your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Kwa, Ms Nga, Mr Rajan, Mr Kenneth Wong, Mdm Rohanah, Mdm Noraizah, Ms Helen Ng, Mr Andrew Ang, Mr Samuel Nai, Ms Low Lay Leng, Mr George Teo, Mr Chin, Mr Tan Kok Chee, Ms Lily Lim Lay Lay, Mrs Ong, Mr Loh Aik Koon, Ms Phyllis Peters, Mr Dioni, more on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-3410631324331519830?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3410631324331519830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3410631324331519830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3410631324331519830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3410631324331519830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-6-weeks.html' title='last 6 weeks...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7220258387412142964</id><published>2008-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:24:57.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint Hint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BABY I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; HAPPY 3 Months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;**hint hint**&lt;/span&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/1791862430314104109-7220258387412142964?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7220258387412142964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7220258387412142964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7220258387412142964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7220258387412142964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-i-love-you.html' title='Hint Hint'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-310249959935082454</id><published>2008-09-21T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:18:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheery up Baby!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why you're sad or down,&lt;br /&gt;Or the reason why you pout and frown.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that you can smile again,&lt;br /&gt;And let me hear you say my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why are you unhappy Dear?&lt;br /&gt;When you've got me sitting beside you here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to brighten your day,&lt;br /&gt;And make your dark face go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love perk up and bounce around,&lt;br /&gt;And let me hear your cute little sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown, pout, cry or even sulk my love,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm here to bring you back above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Smile Baby! iLoveU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-310249959935082454?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/310249959935082454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=310249959935082454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/310249959935082454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/310249959935082454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheery-up-baby.html' title='Cheery up Baby!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2457611233515746739</id><published>2008-09-21T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:46:03.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I guess there's no way to explain how I feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Just one. It encompasses all that I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hearthearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2457611233515746739?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2457611233515746739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2457611233515746739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2457611233515746739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2457611233515746739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4096883630146765096</id><published>2008-09-13T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:44:33.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Teen-hood...</title><content type='html'>20 years ago (and 1 day), I just entered this world, naked and crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sit here in front of the computer and wonder how did I spend my 20 years of life. It really is amazing how much things have changed around me. Or maybe how much I have changed around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a 8/9 pound-er to a 60kilogram 18 year-old look-alike (I got that from the manager at a  dinner at Billy Bombers), life never seems to amaze me with its wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my very first day of Ty-hood (gone are my teen-hood days), I walk the world with a different perspective. A different perspective to life, work, school, family, love and living. I will continue to walk this world with changing perspectives, and learn of the many other secrets of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family: I just wish to thank you for the unconditional love and support I've received over the last 20 years. From my Mum and Dad, Brother and Sister, to my Uncles and Aunts. I guess family love is something that encompasses life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Dear: Thank you for spending the past two and a half months with me, walking the last days of my teen-hood. Hahaha. Many more years to come and things to experience together. I love you! Take care! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends: Cheers to all I know, thank you for being a part of my life at either one point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see in the coming years, where I am no longer as young as before, what other changes I can see and experience. Here's to you, Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4096883630146765096?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4096883630146765096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4096883630146765096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4096883630146765096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4096883630146765096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-teen-hood.html' title='No More Teen-hood...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4958819138998908257</id><published>2008-08-17T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:13:33.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future....</title><content type='html'>School's blown over now. Life's cooling down (I hope), and now I can breath a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead, I have only 6 weeks of school left in the next semester before I'm thrown into the wild world of LIFE/WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, horrifying and there's just no warning what we're getting ourselves into. I've been thinking and wondering how and what's my life going to be like, where am i going to head and who will i be next time. It is really scary. Even now, while I sit here and look back, the question of whether I've taken the right route makes me reconsider my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would life be like for me, if I had went into a junior college and mugged my life away. Would life still be like how it is as present? Or would it look totally different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared but at the same time intrigued and curious as to how the working world is. I want to head out there, but I'm very afraid of failure. I'm afraid I might not survive and sink to the bottom. 19 and I'm thinking like this, what would happen what I hit 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope maybe sometime, I can really find that one spark, just that hint as to where I should head. Maybe that would really push me in the right direction and write the path for me. Right now, I'm just bogged down with work to extend my CV. I sure hope it helps cause I'm banging on it to enter and Universities. My credentials better work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more semester to go...I'll miss SP,DMC and all friends made...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4958819138998908257?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4958819138998908257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4958819138998908257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4958819138998908257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4958819138998908257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/08/future.html' title='Future....'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3635393414545148501</id><published>2008-07-29T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:45:28.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil poem for a lil grump...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A little poem for a little grump...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes in life we feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;And life seems like a monotonous hue&lt;br /&gt;But don't fret and grump the hours away&lt;br /&gt;Instead, perk up and chase the Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smile will last a definite forever&lt;br /&gt;But as long as we try, it'll lead you to another&lt;br /&gt;What makes this happen is not the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or the bird or bees or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It the thought of looking up&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off and out the rut&lt;br /&gt;It not gonna be easy for one to try&lt;br /&gt;But at least you will not frown and sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep those spirits high and bright&lt;br /&gt;Even if things are not going right&lt;br /&gt;Smile your lovelies, split your sides&lt;br /&gt;Feel all cheery and good inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just for you my little grump! Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&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/1791862430314104109-3635393414545148501?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3635393414545148501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3635393414545148501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3635393414545148501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3635393414545148501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/07/lil-poem-for-lil-grump.html' title='A lil poem for a lil grump...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-6915696996796650139</id><published>2008-07-27T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:36:18.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and it's workhorse attitude...</title><content type='html'>As the weeks speed by like never before, I now pause and look at what's left before me. 3 weeks to be exact. 3 more weeks of intense school work and my polytechnic life is almost over. Scary? The last time I posted something up, I was fretting over how much I'm going to handle, and right at this moment, I'm halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life. A one way train that is always picking up its pace, never slowing down. A bullet heading in the direction of the crosshair, whether it's certain doom or a trail that never ends. Life is scary (at where I live).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born into a world of endless chase, citizens struggle to keep up with the ever improving system. We are always studying, working, experiencing and learning. We take in everything we can whether we are able to handle it or not. Every opportunity that comes by appears to be another edge above the clutter. Even when we are sick, we drag our bodies to school, office, events and work. Work has taken over life itself. And we all cry out for the need to kick back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly are we striving so hard for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you heard this most commonly used phrase at some point of your life: "Work hard and you will have a brighter future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar to everyone, this phrase sets the way we live. Hardworking individuals. Workhorses. Pumping Pistons that explode. We are always banging on with everything we've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But has the idea of working smart crossed your mind? What if hard work was no longer useful? Just look around you, everyone is working and burning their lives. You'll just remain in the clutter if you throw your head into it. But yet you still do it? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we too afraid to break out of this system? This system of ever growing levels of limits? I'm a victim of this system too, but I hope one day, I'll pluck up enough courage to break away from it. And when that day comes, I'll read this post again and wonder why I didn't blog about this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw this posting to a closure with a phrase I said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a common perception in the majority, comes a preconceived reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our perception now is to work like horses. Maybe that perception will someday change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reynold&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1791862430314104109-6915696996796650139?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/6915696996796650139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=6915696996796650139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/6915696996796650139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/6915696996796650139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-and-its-workhorse-attitude.html' title='Life and it&apos;s workhorse attitude...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-1082366931711634243</id><published>2008-07-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:30:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>Found some spare time today and decided I shall put up a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting hectic (as though it is not) and I'm feeling the pressure every single minute. Even when I'm feeling the most at ease, the most relaxed and the most jubilant of times, there's always that looming thought at the back of my head reaching out to spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a third and final year student is really a whole lot different from that when we first stepped foot on campus. Not only do you think and work differently, you actually smell the school in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that coming to school early in the morning was quite a pleasure, especially when I was still learning and exploring the school. But now, I find that the air is stale and musky sometimes. Not that it really is, but rather it's because life is starting to get mundane. It becomes a routine and repetition. This is the point where I would say, I kinda find school quite a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's that occasional event from CCA that brightens up everything. Emceeing for probably one or two events a month does help the agony and liven up the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now with wonderful wonderful wonderful company, I think life's going to get better by the days. School's still not going to get any better, but at least I know that there'll be a few days where I'm going to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I caught Wanted with Ms Kwa, Elsa, Fatimah, Si Fan, Irene and Yen on Friday. I have to say, the script is rather well written. What I loved was the starting and the setting of the film. The first 15 minutes would awe you in a manner, different from most films. And another thing to die for is the CGI. Stunning effects from the beginning till the end. Especially the final scene, where the bullet curves around the room *no more info or I'll spoil the movie*.  It's a film worth watching twice. They have rather nice camera angles too. My rating... 4 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-1082366931711634243?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/1082366931711634243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=1082366931711634243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1082366931711634243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1082366931711634243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7068400342028105854</id><published>2008-07-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:51:50.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Rhyming...</title><content type='html'>Life's full of surprises,&lt;br /&gt;And they always feel like sunrises.&lt;br /&gt;I've been taken aback by one,&lt;br /&gt;And boy isn't it fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;It's like falling into a pot.&lt;br /&gt;A pot filled with sugar&lt;br /&gt;A pot that's warm, not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe it,&lt;br /&gt;Nor pictures and love stories.&lt;br /&gt;But close you eyes and imagine,&lt;br /&gt;And everything would be more vivid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poems are not rhyming,&lt;br /&gt;And so are my thoughts today.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's normal,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm feeling so gay*happy*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a very special person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I Love You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7068400342028105854?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7068400342028105854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7068400342028105854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7068400342028105854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7068400342028105854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-rhyming.html' title='Not Rhyming...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-6051165109316238595</id><published>2008-06-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:27:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perked up..</title><content type='html'>It's 2.25am and I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perked up. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;br /&gt;*hint, caught You Don't Mess With The Zohan today!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-6051165109316238595?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/6051165109316238595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=6051165109316238595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/6051165109316238595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/6051165109316238595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/perked-up.html' title='Perked up..'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-8567026207035125517</id><published>2008-06-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:07:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times when you sit down alone, with too much time on you hands, thinking of the things that happen and occur around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a day, where the trees were silent (cause I live on the 20th floor), the television seemed to fade off to the canopy of background sounds behind my thoughts, where the infrequent sounding of the car honks seemed oblivious until my brother mentioned them, where the irregular sound of "chirping" from that Mynar was no where to be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be weird sometimes. At the moment where you have the most things on hand, where you're the most bogged down by work and projects, does a zephyr of peace and calm float by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment of silence has made my voice within clearer and louder. I was able to hear what I wanted to say without my own noise. Just what I needed to break away from the hustle and bustle of this city life (I stay near the city).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-8567026207035125517?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/8567026207035125517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=8567026207035125517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/8567026207035125517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/8567026207035125517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/breather.html' title='A Breather...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4463300765081549599</id><published>2008-06-19T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:04:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep...</title><content type='html'>It's 2 in the morning and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's been tugging on the sleeve of my mind (it's just an expression) and I just can't place it aside. Won't talk about what it is, it's a personal matter here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I hope I can drift off to dreamland soon. Got filming in less than 6 hours. Yikes! Zzz Monster, where're you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I, or shouldn't I? Pondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4463300765081549599?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4463300765081549599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4463300765081549599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4463300765081549599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4463300765081549599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2009273291043621443</id><published>2008-06-19T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:55:11.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Smart</title><content type='html'>Filming has started and gosh it's tiring! However, it's a real good opportunity to learn the ropes - handling the camera (I'm the cameraman), the cast, time and a truck load of other experiential lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tedious process trying our hands at so many things at once, yet it feels so... fulfilling and enriching. I'm so thankful I've made a very good decision to take up SDFTV a year back. Now that I've gone through the course, I would  regret so much if I had forgone this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time since I've had the chance to take a break from all the recorded activities I have in my planner. Boy was it a great day. Although I was still lethargic from all the filming yesterday, I still had a great time with Felicia today. Hahahaha. Get Smart - not too bad, rated 3 stars in my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the short entry today, gonna rest my eyes now. More filming, projects and work coming along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2009273291043621443?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2009273291043621443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2009273291043621443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2009273291043621443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2009273291043621443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-smart.html' title='Get Smart'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2951247378808621965</id><published>2008-06-16T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:50:37.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined by the dictionary as an intense feeling of deep affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined as some as a great deal of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined by the bible as "God" himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined by many parents as the obstruction to studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined by wives as the biggest mistake of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined by men as the biggest obstruction to their soccer match on ESPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defined to me as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have taken love as a bond that must be mutually spiritual. Like the phrase, "it takes 2 hands to clap," and "two to tango," I say love requires two willing people who are committed to being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love is easy, just let your heart make it's call. To make someone fall in love with you? That's not love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a step back and look at the definitions of Love. Is love really just a deep feeling of affection? Isn't that infatuation? Is love a great deal of commitment? Yes it is, but it's not just commitment. Is love just God himself? Let's not bring in religion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's something that people know and keep to themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2951247378808621965?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2951247378808621965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2951247378808621965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2951247378808621965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2951247378808621965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4813105791971866603</id><published>2008-06-16T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:38:12.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time....!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I've been squeezing so many crazy activities into my life that I've hardly any space to breathe. Thankfully it's filming week and I've got ONE free day. A MOVIE! Yay! And I believe I've got great company. It's gonna be my only rest day I guess. But I sure hope there's more. I need loads of rest before the start of school again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4813105791971866603?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4813105791971866603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4813105791971866603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4813105791971866603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4813105791971866603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/time.html' title='Time....!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-848287808692919434</id><published>2008-06-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:27:25.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical: The Ice Tour Party</title><content type='html'>Call it childish, kiddish or what ever it is, I'll call it fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical: The Ice Tour Party @ United Square that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shout out to the gang - HSM Dancers Shouyi, Pilar, Aloy and Aisico(pardon me if I spelt your name wrongly)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special shout out to Cheryl, my ever lovely co-host! Woohoo~! You go girl! She caught me when I fumbled (thanks to my very first stage "white-out"), and laughed at my cut on my lip (thanks to the phone call while I was shaving) while we were singing ON STAGE! And not forgetting the laughter she brought when she tripped over the monitor! heheheh (here's for laughing at my cut!) bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Cheryl's been a great friend too! But I'll not talk about that here, since the rest of the world can read it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's jabbering topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, through the process of HSM, I've learnt how to accept criticism more openly. I used to be very headstrong and take a lot of pride/confidence in what ever I do (which is a good thing in someways). But that has flawed me with the inability to accept criticism as effectively as being a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This HSM has revealed my ignorance and arrogance that I've possessed, and made me feel so inexperienced and small. However, this isn't entirely negative. The inexperience will amount up to a whole lot in my book of experience! Ole! Life Long Learning they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I've also nurtured a few more friendships along the way. I hope they would further and we'd become closer friends in the future. And hopefully, we'd be able to work on another project together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time's 1.25am right now, I've gotta wake up at 6am for lessons 2ml - SPARC &amp;amp; Comperes Camp starts tomorrow too. Crazy life of mine. Time for bed. The Z monster's attacking. Here's signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos noches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-848287808692919434?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/848287808692919434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=848287808692919434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/848287808692919434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/848287808692919434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/06/high-school-musical-ice-tour-party.html' title='High School Musical: The Ice Tour Party'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3856826928222352206</id><published>2008-05-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:06:48.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half A Year Left...</title><content type='html'>It's nearing the end of the first term of semester 2, and I'm starting to miss school. Nope, not the missing where I'm not in school but rather miss school cause I'm going to leave the safe arms of school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow lived a rather semi-exciting polytechnic life, which is enriching to the sense that I've grown. It's here in DMC that I find people with the same intentions of living and breathing in the media unlike back in Quest. And although I enjoyed Quest loads, I have to admit that I enjoy DMC just as much in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the 2 years, I've done what I really love. What I always wanted to do. Filming, editing, writing, desktop publishing &amp;amp; designing, public relations, events and everything thing media. I've grown more knowledgeable and wiser, speaking of technical jargons that would make me sound as though I'm speaking Greek. And that is the process of the Polytechnic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished enough to say that in these 2 years, I've learnt how to handle and manage people more effectively, how to voice out with more confidence and how to brand myself. I am also proud to say that I have reached(or rather am reaching) to the other side of polytechnic life where self-discipline is of utmost importance. The good old days where we ponder how nerve wrecking it is to enter poly till now, I've matured and turned wiser in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship wise, I've learnt to be stronger, more resisting to temptations and infatuations. The self-discipline to tell myself what to do and what not to do derived from all the years of training(laugh as you like but Poly taught me that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, with the home stretch in sight and, seriously, the final leg right before our eyes, I can't believe how much I've done in the 2 years. It is an emotional moment to look back, witnessing the friendships and brotherhoods forged over the years. From complete strangers that fear of each other's underlying intentions to pure and true friends right now, life seems to have been painted another shade of colour. No, make it many shades of colours (Kavee, no offense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apart from DMC, I've learnt a lot from SP Student Comperes too. Entering with little experience and starting from scratch, I began my journey of becoming a professional emcee from rock bottom. And it is here that I see and experience what true enthusiasm and spirit is, with my very dedicated officer in-charge forking out unconditional love for the every club member. Sounds cheesy but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I stand here, peering over my shoulder and ponder about my next step in life(after army that is), I contemplate how much of this will continue and become part of my life. So many life changing experiences, friendships, and more that are so very important to one will fade to memories the very day we set foot on the industry. How much of this will remain as it is, as we live life itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that five or even 10 years down the road, when I meet with Kavee along the streets, I'd still be able to do the thambi handshake and talk about crazy prank calls that SKARR boys use to do. Stupid yet memorable. And the LAN-gaming sessions that the 10 of us guys had during our second year second semester break. How much will remain? I hope to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure, and that is everyone will move on. Everyone has to part and go separate ways in the end. Be it the hi-bye friends that everyone has, whom names we might not even know right now to the best-est of best-est of best friends Sheryl and Connie who remind me of the strong magnets I used to have - Inseparable - Everyone will move on and find new grounds, new friendships and a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why on earth am I writing this post at this moment? Well I believe I'll not have the time to post up anything during the holidays. However, this is not the most important reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say to each and every Singapore Polytechnic Diploma in Media and Communications 2006 graduating batch (including Shawn Loh) a big thank you for making my stay in DMC a very enjoyable and life-enriching experience. It has been a wholesome 2 1/2 years at this very moment, and we will soon enter our internships and graduate soon after, but let's take a chance and relieve the moments we have had since gathering at SB foyer and checking our classes till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you all from the 2006 batch of SP DMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-3856826928222352206?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3856826928222352206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3856826928222352206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3856826928222352206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3856826928222352206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-year-left.html' title='Half A Year Left...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2764798140277130041</id><published>2008-05-25T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:29:58.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang Sayang</title><content type='html'>Just as the the posting page opened, the Sayang Sayang commercial went on air. What a coincidence, that media buyers and media planners would actually know I want to blog at this very second. How advanced technology has become. (of course I'm living in self denial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about Sayang Sayang, it's a new Peranakan Dramedy which stars several stars - Tan Keng Hua, Mechelle Chong, etc - and the biggest star of all, my Mother! No kidding, although my mum and aunt acted as extras only, it was their first glimpse of what life was like for me. And we'll get to see what they've been doing. (apparently she was having a good time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sayang Sayang is filmed by a local production company, kudos for your effort to bring up the Peranakan culture! (A commendation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks the last week of school, also the beginning of my marathon. Not only is school work a killer, I'm doing quite a number of non-academic related work. If you're interested, head on down to United Square from the 3rd-8th of June to catch me hosting a show! From the 9th -15th, I'll be at West Mall. Life's going to be really really hectic for me. But that's what one's gotta do to build his CV. No choice (like what every Singaporean says)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I've gotta go now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2764798140277130041?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2764798140277130041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2764798140277130041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2764798140277130041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2764798140277130041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/05/sayang-sayang.html' title='Sayang Sayang'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5713388822181241770</id><published>2008-05-20T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:34:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasuing...</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to talk. To write. To just speak off the back of our heads. But we never really know the consequences, or rather we do not really care about the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all spoken bad about people, talked behind their backs, back stabbed and even caused someone some harm in someway. But yet, we hate it when we come across people who do it. I have fallen into this category before, and I know as much as it sounds bad on me, everyone else has done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I talking about this today? Have I done something wrong? Nope. Or at least not that I know of. But the thing is, we say so many things everyday and we never stop to wonder how what we say will affect someone. Take for example when you are all alone in a sardine-packed train and someone steps on your foot. You're pissed and tells him off. Yes, he deserved it. But wait till the crowd is gone, and the air-conditioning is blowing gently on you face. And imagine him stepping on your foot again. It's more likely that you would say it's alright and suffer in silence, saving your pride and his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm writing about this today because we never know what we say might hurt someone close or distant away from ourselves. If I've said something and made you mad, sad or any other negative connotations, I'm sorry. And I beg your pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this post might help you reflect on how life works sometimes. Perceptions are the realities of people, but realities might not be your perception. So take a pause, breath and think before doing or saying anything, it might just make everyone's day better (including your own).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5713388822181241770?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5713388822181241770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5713388822181241770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5713388822181241770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5713388822181241770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/05/pasuing.html' title='Pasuing...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5129577888509338043</id><published>2008-05-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:01:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare Time... I need you!</title><content type='html'>Recalling last year, or even the year before last, my lovely classmate Shiyun would tell me I think too much. (To help you understand better) I'll elaborate what she meant. She meant to say I planned too much for the future, leaving out enjoyment in my equilibrium of Work-Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after starting my last year in Singapore Polytechnic, I'm starting to feel what Shiyun is mentioning. Work is piling up, and I'm already feeling the stress. To make matters worse, I can't seem to find time (this is not an excuse, I'll explain why) to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to specifically mention and thank 2 groups Qiushi, Huiee, Junry and Junxian from my class and Azahar, Yen, Fatimah and Elsa from my Spec Dip class for their very kind understanding of my immensely packed timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from school work, I have quite a number of commitments. These are all (somehow) related to my course. And all require a level of commitment, which is rather demanding. Right now, I have almost no time for myself. I can't even remember the last movie I watched. And I can't find spare time to even go for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've totally forgotten to import "Play" into my equilibrium and I can tell it's taking a toll on myself. I'm really tired mentally sometimes and although I enjoy what I'm doing, it's just different from really unwinding and relaxing. I guess it's time I take some time off for a good rest. A good movie, great dinner and a splendid time. I need this rest, and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I can further pursue this (mentally) unachievable goal of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is difficult if we make wrong decisions, which is why people tell us to make them carefully. I'm going to have to alter my decisions right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5129577888509338043?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5129577888509338043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5129577888509338043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5129577888509338043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5129577888509338043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/05/spare-time-i-need-you.html' title='Spare Time... I need you!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5229844728800514296</id><published>2008-05-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:27:30.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's full of change.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, we're rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Other times we're poorer.&lt;br /&gt;But no one says we're wiser.&lt;br /&gt;No one says we're smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we learn so much more.&lt;br /&gt;More of what life is for.&lt;br /&gt;And we don't see that fact.&lt;br /&gt;Instead we still say we lack.&lt;br /&gt;So what is it in life.&lt;br /&gt;That make us all strive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&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/1791862430314104109-5229844728800514296?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5229844728800514296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5229844728800514296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5229844728800514296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5229844728800514296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/05/change.html' title='Change?'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5149898824514821708</id><published>2008-05-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:14:06.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs Confidential</title><content type='html'>It's 2nd May, a day before our "buat lao jiat festival" at the Peranakan Museum and I'm having a slight sore throat. I do hope the jarring air-con doesn't dry out my throat tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new china phone, I've been tuning in to Class 95's  Love Songs Confidential almost every night. I'm not so much a fan of all the issues they talk about, however I must say that the choice of songs are really soothing. So much so that it makes me think of the days of hugs and kisses, sweet nothings and misses. Really sweet I have to say. Guess that's a part of the many wonders of love - something intangible, yet able to cause so much change in anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a year of single-hood which has reverted me back to who I was, a person filled to the brim with activities and work. I'm not sure if that's a good thing, or is that a negative one, but I feel that I've lost out on all that romance. *Itchy for love? Not really*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been really eventful, securing many contacts and getting to expand my circle of friends. Although I do not have the joy of missing, thinking and just conversing with that special someone at the end of the day, I do have a much more utilized life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of dating, loving, companionship and everything else was really spiritually uplifting. No matter if it ended on a beautiful note or a sour note, I've enjoyed every relationship because I was deeply loved while I loved deeply. And that really is the most important factor about every relationship, to have mutual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Once again) I question myself as to whether I would indulge in another brilliant episode of love?... It depends on whether that person is able to accept me for my busy schedule. Now, work is of an immense importance, so much so that I've got pimples popping out from my (recovered) face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Relaxed)Ah... How does one find love, or should he never have that thought? Yasmine(the DJ) said that love comes to you, so there's no point looking around for it. While others say we have to be proactive. What is the confused one to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the loving feeling. The feeling of falling in love. I've lost the feeling from a special someone who would make me go head over heels. Probably I've once had her, but hurt her too much - my folly. Or could it be that this special someone's around the corner? I wait to see, while I work along this busy scheduled life. And I do hope that maybe someday, someone special would come on by and write my next chapter of my love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been having many thought provoking lessons and I've learnt to think more than ever. Here's a thought I've modified to create a more crystallized meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A common perception in the majority would define a subject matter as reality&lt;/span&gt;" - Reynold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Probably this has given you something to think about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5149898824514821708?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5149898824514821708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5149898824514821708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5149898824514821708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5149898824514821708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-songs-confidential.html' title='Love Songs Confidential'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2955024746854330772</id><published>2008-04-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:20:13.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longines Lungomare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENS LONGINES LUNGOMARE&lt;br /&gt;QUARTZ WRISTWATCH MODEL # L3.633.4.76.6&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.ebayimg.com/05/i/000/eb/9b/a43a_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i15.ebayimg.com/05/i/000/eb/9b/a43a_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...Hahaha.&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/1791862430314104109-2955024746854330772?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2955024746854330772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2955024746854330772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2955024746854330772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2955024746854330772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/04/longines-lungomare.html' title='Longines Lungomare'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2987015038579989161</id><published>2008-04-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:06:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopscotch!</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since school started and BOY did what Ms Kwa say happen. All the briefs are streaming in and are they getting shorter and shorter (what Ms Nga said when I was in year one, Desktop Publishing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel really bad ever since the run down by Ms Kwa. Guess I should've gone for the last meeting with the group to find out how it went. We screwed up. Sorry Ms Kwa! (if you happen to blog search my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting would be done soon, kinda got a cast in mind, just gotta run them through the group. Come on guys! We can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the depressing story, I shall talk about working with Hopscotch. It is a really enjoyable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat or Eu Oh Kay, it doesn't matter. It's the kids that love us (facilitators+actor+overall-ic) all! And (I'm not being a pedophile here) there was this really really really pretty girl from Unity Primary School. Why? Cause she looks like a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WDtq_dgiZRY/SBNS0WViiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJimHvS7yBo/s1600-h/karena+lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WDtq_dgiZRY/SBNS0WViiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJimHvS7yBo/s320/karena+lam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193585854590912514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hong Kong Actress Karena Lam. Similarity percentage? I'd say 90%! I ended up calling her Actress the entire day! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Karena Lam, I couldn't take a photo with Actress though. Time didn't permit. Sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2987015038579989161?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2987015038579989161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2987015038579989161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2987015038579989161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2987015038579989161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/04/hopscotch.html' title='Hopscotch!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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://bp0.blogger.com/_WDtq_dgiZRY/SBNS0WViiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJimHvS7yBo/s72-c/karena+lam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791862430314104109.post-8652470962288204778</id><published>2008-04-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:00:25.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen Party Live @ SP Concourse</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Thursday 10th April 08, will be the most memorable event I have ever emceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out like any other event, Naing and I met and we had our lunch earlier than the reporting time. Well we shouldn't have had Mc Donald's. The reason would come in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a series of events unfolded, we watched the 2 Farhans get "screwed" by SAA. My sympathy goes out to both of you. That aside, I'll talk about the event proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with the unleashing of the freshies into the concourse which was, in fact, quite a sight. I've never seen so many people streaming into the same place at the same time apart from SP Dance's Waves 12 concert. The estimated attendance for the entire party was 2000 students but feeling the atmosphere generated from the crowd, it felt as though there were 20000 students altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was the first attraction for the freshies, with the more eager ones skipping that and crowding in front of the stage. Then the 2 bands had to do their sound checks, which the freshies mistook as the real deal. They jumped to the sound checks, which started at around 4.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Naing and I got on stage and did our emceeing. FPWAH! **This goes out to all present at the concourse for the Freshmen Party Live* You audience was SPECTACULAR! Cross my heart to what I'm about to say, you were the best crowd I've ever had.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sound checks, we had to get the audience to sit down around a mattress on the dance floor, and I thought it was going to be hell, but instead, the audience was more than willing to comply. No jeering, no loud Tsks, just swift action. *I praise you all once again* It was the SP Capoirea's chance to steal the show, which they did. Loud cheers, then SP Cheer-Leading went on. Cheers once again, and cat calls to the girls too. Haha. After that the floor was cleared and poeple could now crowd all the way to the stage. That's when the madness started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official band performances were up next, the 2 bands belted out 7 songs altogether and this really fanned the flames within these freshies. Jumping and rocking to the more popular songs while they rocked to the not so common ones, they apparently made the scene look like Glastonbury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naing and I pushed the energy level up one more notch when we said we moved th genre over to hip-hop for SP Dance, Strictly Dance Zone. The crowd was less noisy cause many couldn't see the performance itself - the legs of the dancers were blocked by the taller audiences at the front. But then again, at the end of the performance, they roared back into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleared the floor once again *one more praise for co-operativeness* and invited SP Dance Sport, which mesmerized the crowd. In fact, they were so into it that they didn't know the performance had ended and didn't cheer until I told them it was over. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to getting closer to the crowd, we got 10 participants on stage for the Catwalk session and boy did they let it all go. Unlike some of the spoilt and unsporting contestants I've had before, these 10 really fit the description for letting down their hair. We were actually supposed to have 8 people but had 10 in the end cause I felt it was only right to give more joy to this great audience, so I got another 2 contestants by giving away the extra prizes.Then we had the 2nd best beat boxer in Singapore, Bryant, to perform and teach 3 participants. And we had a great time, with a joker on stage trying his "best", raining the front audience with saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 2nd step the nirvana, where SP Deejays took to the table. It was a little sloppy at first, with some of the crowd telling me to get the songs changed, but when the more popular songs came on, all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure nirvana came when DJ Rattle took to the table. Thumping away, the tracks were almost too good to be true. I don't club, but I really enjoyed myself through the entire clubbing feel. Gyrating and dancing, I got to know 2 new freshies which could end up helping me out with events, basically cause they were from the Diploma in Integrated Events and Management course. So I exchanged numbers with them and continued dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the reason why I shouldn't have had Mc Donald's. For a crowd of 2000 or more, who are bursting at the seams with pure adrenaline and listens, respects and cheers for everything (even the emcees), would you lose your voice for their enjoyment? I would hands down. And that's why it is the best event I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'll end my post about the Freshmen Party Live at the concourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to all the freshies! And a shout out to Charmaine and Kayla from DEPM year 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-8652470962288204778?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/8652470962288204778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=8652470962288204778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/8652470962288204778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/8652470962288204778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/04/freshmen-party-live-sp-concourse.html' title='Freshmen Party Live @ SP Concourse'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3608533259253044811</id><published>2008-04-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:53:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untraceable</title><content type='html'>It's one of those days again where I'll sit here, filled with energy but no outlet to release. Sometimes I wish I could put myself to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn to club?&lt;/span&gt; But I just can't appreciate jumping and thumping away in a smoke filled room. Yes to the adrenaline rush, no to the environment. Ah...what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Untraceable with some of SKARR's members today and really knocked some sense into me. Check this out  ---&gt; www.killwithme.com &lt;---  It's a website make for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has brought an insight of how scary the internet can be, where we put down our morals in a way we don't know. It's scary how the World Wide Web can drive people and manipulate us in such subtle ways right in front of our eyes with the irony that we can't even see it. Well, catch the movie if you can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll go see what I can do, away from the internet of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-3608533259253044811?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3608533259253044811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3608533259253044811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3608533259253044811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3608533259253044811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/04/untraceable.html' title='Untraceable'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-445701171975159709</id><published>2008-04-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:04:32.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stupid Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DISCLAIMER: Do Not Read Unless You're An Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;A Stupid Poem For An Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a stupid poem&lt;br /&gt;For a stupid idiot to read&lt;br /&gt;And you are now that idiot&lt;br /&gt;For my advice you didn't heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you're now offended&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a little mad&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't follow DISCLAIMER&lt;br /&gt;And I too am not glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not we shake hands&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget it's just a stupid poem&lt;br /&gt;And be friends like before&lt;br /&gt;It's really just a stupid poem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&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/1791862430314104109-445701171975159709?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/445701171975159709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=445701171975159709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/445701171975159709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/445701171975159709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-poem.html' title='A Stupid Poem'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5337727178041165487</id><published>2008-03-22T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:10:55.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day In Paradise</title><content type='html'>Today I shall blog about something etched in one of the pages of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftlYLcEW_I4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftlYLcEW_I4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I heard this song, Another day in paradise by Phil Collins, was one that gave me a very very deep impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in primary school and on my free weekends, my family would visit the Saint Joseph's Home. It's a home for the aged and some other ill patients. It was a Sunday and we were there visiting and one of the nuns brought us to visit these less fortunate. Room by room, we spoke and entertained some of the aged until we were brought to this air-conditioned room. In it lay a motionless body, hooked up to beeping, moving and flashing devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This limp body belonged to a boy older than me (at that time). I was only in primary 5 while he was in primary 6. Sadly, this little boy had some illness and was in a coma (I'm not sure with the details), and was lying there peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, alone with no company, just this black hi-fi radio that was tuned to Class 95. And at the very moment we stepped into the room, the deejay announced the title, "Another Day In Paradise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, this little primary 5 boy, listening to Phil Collin going... She walks up the the man on the street...(on and on).... and I could just cry to the song at that very moment. I felt so sorry for him, just felt that he should be jumping around like all other boys did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first time I felt so empty and hollow inside me because of a song. It's the very first time I heard this song, and it's been in my head (with the story of the boy). Although the song's lyrics has no link to the entire scene, its title has planted such a great impact on me. I'll never forget it, and hopefully one day when I return to Saint Joseph's Home, I will hear of his good news. May God bless you, this child that I was visiting so many years ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll enjoy this song just as much as I did so many years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5337727178041165487?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5337727178041165487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5337727178041165487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5337727178041165487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5337727178041165487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another Day In Paradise'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4610565892843256750</id><published>2008-03-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:11:28.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Today's a day of shopping with my colleagues from the Amazon Rain Forest Expedition Trail @ Causeway Point and boy was it a windfall. Alright, not really but at least I got a shirt and a pair of berms and all under S$40 in total! The first shirt was spotted by Charmaine. Caught my eye the moment she showed it to me. That set me back S$17.90, after Don signed up for membership after his purchase.  Then we went to some other shops and  when we were at Topman, I saw this  rather cool looking pair of berms. Checking it's price tag, it actually changed my thinking of Topshop. It's not THAT expensive afterall. That pair of Berms was only S$19.90 (UP S$69). No considerations for the purchase! Hahah. So that's today's spree. Anyway we caught Horton, it's not as exciting as Ice Age...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4610565892843256750?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4610565892843256750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4610565892843256750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4610565892843256750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4610565892843256750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-547019947967511950</id><published>2008-03-13T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:26:15.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the midst of my vacations,&lt;br /&gt;And yes it feels better when air-conditioned&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished I could rest at home,&lt;br /&gt;But then again I hate being alone&lt;br /&gt;And then I question this irony,&lt;br /&gt;Where my brain seems to have stalled immediately&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate to listen to these debates,&lt;br /&gt;Which are existing within my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, la, la, la...&lt;br /&gt;Is the song I always sing&lt;br /&gt;When nobody comes and the bell doesn't ring&lt;br /&gt;When I have nothing to do at work,&lt;br /&gt;And hope to see some things quirk.&lt;br /&gt;At least I have funny stuff to think of,&lt;br /&gt;Rather than entertain these irritating lofts&lt;br /&gt;Oops now... Alright the time have come again,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep- That's what I need to regain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-out-&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/1791862430314104109-547019947967511950?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/547019947967511950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=547019947967511950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/547019947967511950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/547019947967511950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/03/working.html' title='Working...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-8183195710979101826</id><published>2008-02-26T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:07:00.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology...</title><content type='html'>Since 12 midnight, I've been clicking on "Inbox" and the refresh icon, hoping to see a (1) beside "Inbox." Yes yes, it's the long awaited release of the results and this wait is killing me. Agonising it is, but what makes it even more acute is that one can't help but keep clicking and hoping. And that's one bad thing about technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, almost everything is automated, which makes life very...well, very immediate. Call it convenience as some may say, but gone are the days where we can relax without the fear that someone needs to contact you urgently about work (and that gives us extra time to do work, an excuse that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clearing my drawer when I found an old pager from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those days&lt;/span&gt;, and what seemed like technology back then is now an object of "HUH?" What I mean is: 'HUH? We used to use that? Oh my god! Can't believe it! Life must have been really inconvenient...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so we think, don't you find life very hastened because of technology? Everything has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right at the moment&lt;/span&gt; or we'd lose out. Short Messaging Service text messages are a very good example. I was asleep when I received a message from a friend's senior asking for help. It was a paid job but I needed to start IMMEDIATELY at 10am-end of shoot. And the message came at 830am. So I was being myself, SLEEPING LIKE A LOG, and didn't get to read the message till 1pm. And yes I missed the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I have to agree that it has made life much more convenient and IMPERSONAL. Try to recall when was the last time you heard a friend breaking up via SMS/MSN/Email, or professing his/her love via SMS/MSN/Email? It's become another channel of communication. minus the emotions. And that's really dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Think twice before sending out that text message, or electronic mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go back to waiting and clicking on "Inbox" and Refresh. *HURRY UP!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-8183195710979101826?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/8183195710979101826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=8183195710979101826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/8183195710979101826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/8183195710979101826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/technology.html' title='Technology...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7448312884811311124</id><published>2008-02-25T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:00:54.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dreams....</title><content type='html'>I've been having so much time to sleep during this holidays that I've been dreaming up... well dreaming up really strange dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I had a heart operation, I was in an earthquake, I was in the army and many many more. And what makes it more uncanny is that they all seem to be "happening" (not literally of course). See I dreamt that I was awaiting and went through the process of a heart operation, a heart transplant as a matter of fact, and the very next day I was watching it happen on Discovery Channel! Same goes for the earthquake, I saw on the news that a 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck Sumatra! And about army life, I've been playing this computer game called Battlefield 2, where I fight as a modern day soldier. So it's counted as "happened." There are a few others but they happened the day before, so I can't really remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7448312884811311124?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7448312884811311124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7448312884811311124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7448312884811311124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7448312884811311124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/strange-dreams.html' title='Strange Dreams....'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7519275369959789841</id><published>2008-02-19T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:00:05.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vacations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the falling leaves of the autumn tree,&lt;br /&gt;I greet my vacations with a pleasant glee.&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the thought of work aside,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up each day and rest, not gripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! The time of comfort and ease,&lt;br /&gt;Without the need of my elbow grease.&lt;br /&gt;But is life a little to perfect right now,&lt;br /&gt;Eating nicely and sleeping sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time where the urge to do something is lurking,&lt;br /&gt;Where I wish I can get busy and do something (that's coming)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hoping to allocate things to my schedule,&lt;br /&gt;So that life's not wasted by the time school-reopening's  due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again the cycle starts,&lt;br /&gt;Where people worry, stress and even fart!&lt;br /&gt;And wished the vacations were back,&lt;br /&gt;And they could be given a little more slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the life of a student's always great,&lt;br /&gt;Where we dream and plot our very own fate.&lt;br /&gt;So let's not gripe, complain and grumble so much,&lt;br /&gt;And take it in stride, that's life as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&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/1791862430314104109-7519275369959789841?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7519275369959789841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7519275369959789841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7519275369959789841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7519275369959789841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/vacations.html' title='Vacations!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-5590403883459289928</id><published>2008-02-15T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:19:08.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid?</title><content type='html'>It's morbid for me to talk about death during the period of the Lunar New Year, but so much has happened around me that I can't not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I know of 3 people whose close relative has passed on, and one of them being her father. It seems like an ominous beginning for the entire year ahead, which I thought I had before (now paling in comparison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my fall outside SMU just a few days before the Lunar New Year was bad, giving me a bad gash on my elbow &amp;amp; ankle plus a heavily bruised elbow. But all these were minimal as compared to losing a loved one. Last year, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, my entire family celebrated my late-grandmother's birthday, and thankfully the celebration was the biggest one in her entire lifetime. All relatives turned up, even those who were usually absent, making the entire celebration a grand finale for my grandma. Just about 1 and a half months later, complications in her health surfaced and it all went down hill after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Grandma was very blessed to have had such a great celebration. A friend's father passed away very shortly after a CNY dinner in his bed room just a few days ago. Even more disheartening, the cremation was yesterday, Valentine's Day. But that is not the most painful part, his youngest daughter is only 5 years old, and doesn't know that he has passed on. Which is the most unbearable fact. quoting from a friend, she said "Mummy bought a big bed for daddy(the coffin) because it's comfortable and airy. Daddy's sleeping." This really gave me a rude shock.  The past news of people falling down a dying with no real reason had no real impact until something like this happened, and it really is devastating (even when I'm not directly involved).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for my friends that they have the strength to carry on and pull through this ordeal. I've been through grief, and I hope they will remain strong. As for lessons that I can learn, keep healthy and fit while cherishing each and every day I have with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-5590403883459289928?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/5590403883459289928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=5590403883459289928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5590403883459289928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/5590403883459289928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/morbid.html' title='Morbid?'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4781772268350473787</id><published>2008-02-13T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:07:18.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the environment</title><content type='html'>With the new addition to the family - Baby Adelia, plus loads of spare time now, I've took a step back and look at life from a third person's point of view (letting Jamie Scott and the Town play in the back ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how people - human beings - have developed the world. From little creatures who dwelled in caves, drawing what seems today as a five year old's perspective of the things around, to erecting towering sky-scrapers that loom over each and every single individual who stands before it's majestic facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We homosapiens have really triumphed in the evolution, but is development really all that matters? Each and everyday we strive to build the biggest, tallest, longest, shortest, smartest, technological, fastest (and many other adverbs) things around with the reason of making life easier, more convenient or other reasons. But this decision to develop at lightning speed has in fact ignited the development at a level that we do not want started - The End of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it sounds absurd that I'm talking about Global Warming and other topics here, but an advertisement on Discovery Channel has got me thinking of my own family. Quoting from a programme aired on Discovery Channel, Las Vegas's beautiful lighting and adornment uses up so much energy in a day that it is enough to power up an entire small city alone for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really necessary? Is making money really that important as compared to sustainable development? Is it really that important for each and every economy to be pink and robust with a strong competitive edge compared to others? Why is it that we're still putting the environment at a position that it seems as though we do not care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why Baby Adelia's gotten into my topic today is because I was wondering, what if twenty or maybe ten years down the road, the world would end. Would our later generations have to live through the mess that we have created? Would we, the generation of today, live to see the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an environmentalist, but the conditions of today's living has given me a scare. The way some industries generate pollution is really damaging to mother earth. But yet there's no way we can so anything about it.  Unless (it's a really absurd and crazy thought but...) the entire world was one body, ran under one government (Pro-environment that is), like a communist country. Only that way, can we ensure that everyone's catered for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's only a thought! Maybe one day, where the world's really at it's end, would such a thing happen. But for now, I'll just have to do my part and save what little I can of the environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4781772268350473787?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4781772268350473787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4781772268350473787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4781772268350473787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4781772268350473787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/environment.html' title='the environment'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3595164000845108164</id><published>2008-02-10T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:14:59.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Adelia!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I'm free again to blog. Hahaha, having more time to blog these days. Anyway, I'll talk about my new baby cousin - BABY ADELIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S THE LOVELIEST BUNDLE OF JOY I'VE EVER SEEN! SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WDtq_dgiZRY/R67AF3qIsbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Hbko-RhO1ZA/s1600-h/P2080083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WDtq_dgiZRY/R67AF3qIsbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Hbko-RhO1ZA/s320/P2080083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277029713097138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she adorable?!!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's the latest "spoilt with loads and loads of lovin' " baby! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta go now! Well wishes with ur ang pow collection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-3595164000845108164?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3595164000845108164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3595164000845108164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3595164000845108164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3595164000845108164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-adelia.html' title='Baby Adelia!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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/_WDtq_dgiZRY/R67AF3qIsbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Hbko-RhO1ZA/s72-c/P2080083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791862430314104109.post-7250782266081438083</id><published>2008-02-07T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:29:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New year!</title><content type='html'>The Lunar New Year is here and here's wishing all a very Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are over and same goes for my 9 day job! Got my pay and now I'm awaiting the processing of it so that I can use the money to buy a new ear-piece for my iPod. Actually, I'm torn while making this decision whether to buy or not because if the iPhone were to be launched after I should buy the ear piece then it's a waste of money because I'll be using the iPhone ear piece/mouth piece most of the time. So by wanting to buy this ear piece, it shows how much a risk I'm taking. *I hope the iPhone doesn't disappoint me in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Lunar New Year seems a little boring. I'm actually blogging, so you can see how boring it is. Hahaha, I've had my lunch and I'm now waiting for visitors to arrive. Well well, I shall go listen to some music now. Happy Lunar New Year once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7250782266081438083?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7250782266081438083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7250782266081438083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7250782266081438083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7250782266081438083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunar-new-year.html' title='Lunar New year!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-6884403396566626482</id><published>2008-02-02T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:34:09.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Master Q (Lau Fu Zi) &amp; J-Team live show!</title><content type='html'>It was the end of the exams but not the end of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday from 25th Jan till 3rd Feb, Catch Old Master Q (Lau Fu Zi) &amp;amp; J-Team live at AMK Hub. Yes I'm working there. Yes, part of the show. BUT I'm not gonna tell you who, what which am I. Hahaha. The only thing I can say, is that the entire crew of the Old Master Q &amp;amp; J-Team live show's more than ENTERTAINING. Everyday never fails to end off with a high, with jokes and humor flooding and saturating the entire dressing-room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, well tomorrow is the last day of the shows and boy if you've not catch it, better hurry down, cause you've only got 3 more shows on this very last day! 1pm, 4pm and 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-6884403396566626482?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/6884403396566626482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=6884403396566626482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yet so little money to buy them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list for me to plan and see all that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacBook Air            - S$2988&lt;br /&gt;iPhone                      - Price NA (awaiting the official one)&lt;br /&gt;Behringer Podcast Studio        - US$269.99 Without taxes and delivery (approx S$445)&lt;br /&gt;Timberland Watch                - US$165 (approx S$240)&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;Earphones                - Not seen one I like yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;br /&gt;This is the updated one for now...Hahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7394116949067380922?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7394116949067380922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7394116949067380922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7394116949067380922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7394116949067380922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/01/wants-list.html' title='The Wants List...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7353122585041157661</id><published>2008-01-14T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:55:47.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little poem of my reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a little poem, I hope you like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -- -:- -- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I blink and batter these heavy lids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While the hours ticked by and silently slid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The night turns to morning while morning turns to day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't caught a wink and the sky's already grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The weather's perfect to idle about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do nothing more than sit and slouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've got to drag these massive weights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And take my tests with a badly splitting head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sighs...The life of a goal orientated student,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not entirely my fault, we're all in the same system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I admit that I have one too many goals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes I work till I forget my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last leg of the second year is just around the corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And boy not only am I mugging, I'll be working as a mascoteer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some say I'm crazy and foolish to do such a feat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my reason's for me to gain as much experience through this heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause what I see in the future(the industry) it'll all be the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why not let me give it a shot, since now it's still a game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all so protected behind the textbooks, assignments and all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much so that sometimes when we first step foot we stumble and fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh why, oh why is life like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where we're all so competitive, fierce and aggressive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well maybe that makes Singapore stay on the edge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's money, not happiness that people pledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I can say is that the future's not mine to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's mine to build and fabricate to all degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I know it will be very hard on myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But without money, who can look after his health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You might feel the same after reading this post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing that you have work stacked up to your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But think away from the present bitter predicament,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And visualise the future full of happiness and affluence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -- -:- -- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7353122585041157661?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7353122585041157661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7353122585041157661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7353122585041157661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7353122585041157661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-poem-of-my-reflections.html' title='A little poem of my reflections...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-6294659200164074227</id><published>2008-01-01T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:22:05.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008! Ole Ole Ole!</title><content type='html'>It's 2008 right now and Looking back, I've seen a very eventful year I've had back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 seen the times when I was the closest to a very true love of mine - Hazel. Well, we were once a very loving couple, and to usher in 2007 last year, we were hugging each other tightly. Hahahaha. Those were the days. But every good thing has to come to an end someday and our relationship was kinda short-lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in 2007, I took up a CCA that I am both passionate and enthusiastic about - the Singapore Polytechnic Student Comperes. *I know many do not know how to pronounce Comperes, It's pronounced as "COMPARES") And what's compereing all about? It's actually Emceeing, Show-hosting. Some say it's not important but compereing is what strings together an entire event, it's what builds and creates the entire mood for the whole programme. And yes, I'm in love with compereing. Why? Cause I love my voice. HAHAHAHHAHA (how mad am I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears was also shed in 2007, where I lost a very very very very very close loved one - My Grandma. I still miss her, and still think of her. And sometimes, I wish that she would drop by like how she always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also done many other stuff in 2007, more mascot shows and there're more to come. But I won't tell you my characters! Hahahah. And also, Show-hosting for events outside school. It's a step closer to what I wish to do with my voice - to Put The Money At My Mouth, Literally! I hope that someday I can be talking to you not from a Blog but the Radio Speakers! God, hear my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has many many more events, but it's too many to put down. I could talk about my new interest in computer games, actually it's just Battlefield 2. I know it's an old game, but it's one of the best first-person shooter games I've ever played. COD4's not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I'll talk about my WIFE. Yes, she's hot, she's gorgeous, she's lovely, she's slick, she's amazing, she's power-packed, she's multi-tasked, she's bright and so many more qualities... Her name's MacBook Pro. Hahahaha. Well, she's a love that won't leave. And she can't get sick, cause there're no viruses around. Well, she's a Mac alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, 2008's here and I shall take things in stride right now. My New Year Resolution? I've decided not to have one yet, cause I know that life's full of changes. And we've got to be nimble to adjust to each and every situation. So I'll just do my best for every predicament that comes in my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I wish you a Very Happy New Year! May your 2008 be filled with more jubilations than dilemmas. May your new year wishes come true as we put what's in 2007 behind and start our lives afresh(don't put your girlfriends down though)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Loads of Loving,&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-6294659200164074227?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/6294659200164074227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=6294659200164074227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/6294659200164074227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/6294659200164074227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-ole-ole-ole.html' title='2008! Ole Ole Ole!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2716127798805529206</id><published>2007-12-26T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:55:22.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas &amp; New Year!</title><content type='html'>Wow wow wow, it's been a really really eventful December and boy do I finally have time to squeeze in a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emceeing for my alma mater's Prom Night at Traders Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emceeing for Autium Jewellery's Launch of their new 2008 Spring/Summer Collection and crowning of their first ambassadors - "Revealing Beauty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emceeing for Singapore Polytechnic Dance Club - Strictly Dance Zone's Annual Waves concert - "Waves 12-A New Wave, A New Beginning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emceeing for North-West Community Development Centre - "Graffiti@North-West" Hip-hop Extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emceeing for North-West Community Development Centre - "Annual Futsal Competition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Wayang Rhapsody performance at the Arts House Chambers for "Babas hAnd Bellz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! It's all over! I have to say, all of these events have really given me the chance to know a lot more people who are equally as enthusiastic with whatever they are passionate about. Really amazing amount of mental strength, determination and discipline. I have learnt more than my part in every event - I've learnt from these great people, who are simple and humble, yet tell big stories with their actions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007's coming to an end, and here comes my last months of teen-hood. Yes I'm growing older, but I'm also learning more and more each day! Coming up I'll be having the last performance for this year. It'll be somewhere near Ang Moh Kio Hub on the 31st of December at about 9pm. It's for Main Wayang Rhapsody! Yes, there's more to come. From the 25 January to the 3rd of February, I'll be doing a show at Ang Moh Kio Hub. What's it about? Go down and take a look! J-team's involved too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, for those who read my blog, Thank you so so much! Here's wishing you and your family a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May your coming year be MERRIER and HAPPIER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2716127798805529206?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2716127798805529206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2716127798805529206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2716127798805529206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2716127798805529206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-new-year.html' title='Christmas &amp; New Year!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-1100916942185665462</id><published>2007-12-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T05:40:22.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A breather, a reflection...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if my life's been lived to it's max, whether it's been used to it's potential. But ironically, I seem to tell myself over and over again to take things easy and not to bog myself down with so many commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming week will be one hectic week, with deadlines after deadlines being packed up higher and higher, and the climax being the day before the gates of the holidays open. 3 different projects to be handed in (thankfully Ms Peters has decided to shift the deadline for MLE). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the point I'm trying to drive across is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confused decision as to which to choose. The current pair of shoes I'm wearing is one that is materialistic, pragmatic, and goal driven. Everyday I head to school, telling myself that I've to score no matter what. And I end up being very tired the next day from all that extra worrying and stress I've put on myself, so much so that sometimes I miss lessons cause I had to catch up on needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it? I really don't know for sure, but I do hope it is. Currently, I take up as many opportunities that come by my way - Showhosting, Events, Mascots... And hope that they will, in time, become useful or even beneficial to my CV. But then I stop and take a look (like now) and see myself giving up one a lot of life's little enjoyments. I've even forgotten when was the last time I went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important for everyone to balance work and play all the time, so that we would not neglect other important aspects of our life. However, if one part doesn't permit the other, how am I to go about it? I've tried to seek time, squeeze every inch of the bottle to squeeze the last bit of available time out for a movie. But it resulted  in tighter deadlines and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: Is it really a balance of the 2? Or is it the journey of trying to find that balance? I really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-1100916942185665462?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/1100916942185665462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=1100916942185665462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1100916942185665462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1100916942185665462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/12/breather-reflection.html' title='A breather, a reflection...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-1177510138771819453</id><published>2007-12-05T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:30:18.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness within...</title><content type='html'>I'm back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm here to talk about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know it's rubbish but I have nothing in my mind, just blank space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I love school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the company I get in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CCAs in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life go great in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I haven't left school yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Miss You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Enjoy School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-1177510138771819453?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/1177510138771819453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=1177510138771819453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1177510138771819453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1177510138771819453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/12/randomness-within.html' title='Randomness within...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-1943764762585301060</id><published>2007-11-12T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:06:40.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reflection on the sad stories...</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this video on youtube about the sad stories of some guy's life and how sad the ending was. I guess there's a point in everyone's life when s/he experiences his/her worst moments in life. Well, I guess I'll share mine even though I know this stone on my chest can never be lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was young, I grew up at my maternal grandmother's place cause my paternal grandmother was critically ill and passed away a year or two after I was born. So, I grew up under the tender hands of my grandma, grandpa aunty and uncle. And boy was I a blessed child. I guess nothing beats the love of any family member, especially that of a mother and child and even a grand mother and her grand son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma (maternal) has lived a rather difficult life. Her diabetes was the main cause of concern, and being a growing child, I didn't really know the severity of such ailments until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by, she watched my grow through kindergarten into primary school. I can vaguely remember the tantrums I would throw every time my mother wanted to drag me home from grandma's place. I guess it's because of the intimate bonds between me and grandma which made me rather reluctant to go to school and just want to play at grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, we all have to grow up. Not too soon later, I had cousins. Grandma then had to look after my new-born cousins from then on and I continued with my childhood. As more and more lovely cousins popped up and extend the family, the time I had with grandma also dwindled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was the transition from upper-primary school to secondary school, it was almost impossible to find time to go to grandma's. Grandma would find time to visit us once in awhile, but it was not often. And every moment was well cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all these years, grandma suffered the battle with many different adversities. Cancer operation, Gall Stones and other operations, it was tough on her body. She was on medication all the time and was reliant on jabs of insulin before meals. Her body took a toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my graduating year in secondary school, Grandma had a health check which said that she had a critical condition of a swollen artery (or some sort). If it were to give way, the bleeding would not stop and she would pass immediately. Miraculously, Grandma lived through the condition and the good news was that the swelling subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the story is not so bleak from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Grandma had a little more time because my cousin was already quite big, so she would visit us very often. She would come by early Saturday mornings and stay for a week or so before visiting other relatives. I can vividly remember she brimming smile every time I woke up. Her morning greeting with her cheerful teochew would automatically brighten my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the cheeky Reynold, I would often tease my grandma. (Grandma spoke mainly Teochew) I would rush to greet her on certain days with my trademarked "Merry Christmas Ah Ma!" and await her mix of chuckles and "reprimanding". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Grandma did spend quite an amount of time at my place, it's rather foolish of me to spend my time away with my then girlfriend. I guess when we are in any relationship, our partners seem to be the most important person in the entire world. And So, I missed out on dinners and time with Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that was the workload of the new year 1 semester. (One interesting thing though was that I got Grandma to act in my filming project. A rather comical episode of the entire filming experience) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, New year, Chinese New Year, Grandma's Birthday, and many other events filled the calender. My mother planned as many events and gatherings in view of grandma's detiorating health. The events allowed her to reminisce the past and catch up on everyone. Also, it was to keep her as happy as she can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the news came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma had liver cirrhosis and had to stay in the hospital. It was the first time I was able to visit grandma in the hospital. Grandma was in and out of the hospital for quite sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, the time came when grandma entered the ICU and did have the chance to leave. Because of some religious beliefs, my mum told me that I shouldn't enter the ward. So I didn't have the luxury of accompanying grandma on her last days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only opportunity came when she was in severe condition, where I rushed into the ward only to find grandma sleeping. Her limp body lay motionless with tubes and buttons all around her. Needles in her arm and machines beeping at every second. Occasionally, Grandma would wake up but appear in a daze and shut her eyes after a few seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tearing and sobbing, sniffing and wheezing and the uncontrollable emotions that flood all relatives paints the room a constant grey. I have never seen my younger brother cry so much in my entire life than in those few days. Neither my sister and cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared every time I entered the room, but didn't let my emotions take over me. It's not pride or ego, it is just that I remembered how heart wrenching it is to see a grandchild weep over his grandma. And I know Grandma was aware of all around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday - Grandma's doctor decided that it would be very painful and difficult for grandma to be kept on the machines. The inevitable fact that she has no point of recovery has arrived. Her kidneys have failed, Livers shutdown and the toxins were flowing into her body. There was no return for grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was transfered to a normal ward, where she would live her last minutes. Devastated, we all accompanied her to the ward and waited around. Hours passed and grandma was going strong. The adults decided that we should all go for dinner, with the analogy that grandma might want to pass peacefully without anyone watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon return, i realised that the machine that checks her heart beat was unplugged. Walking closer, I saw grandma inhale and exhale, and that was it. Grandma breathed her last before me. It was then I had my first burst of tears, but nothing too wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Greatest Regret in my entire life, was making the mistake of not thanking my grandma for looking after me all these years. In the ICU, I wanted badly to bend over her body and kiss her cheek, to say a final thank you for all that she's done. And I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching my very first breath, changing my diapers, feeding me food, guiding me through life. Most importantly, giving me the chance to live through mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to say a Thank you to her, and I will be indebted forever for her greatness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bottled up emotions from the entire episode explodes when I'm thinking of my grandma. Even today, do I cry alone in the toilet under the running water. I cry for my regret, my loss of a very beloved one - Ah Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-1943764762585301060?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/1943764762585301060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=1943764762585301060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1943764762585301060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1943764762585301060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflection-on-sad-stories.html' title='A reflection on the sad stories...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-9215963022049443032</id><published>2007-11-07T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:14:15.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself.</title><content type='html'>4 intense days of thinking. Thankfully they are over now. Yes, you might have thought it right - TESTS. I'm deadbeat now, hopefully I can catch up on more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the main point of my post today. It's about me finding "myself" again. Since the break-up, I've not been able to concentrate properly, think properly and I've lost my identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I have no idea. But I guess it's part and parcel of every serious relationship. And that's why break-ups are always dreaded. But I'm finally out of the rut. I can say...I'm a new person now. (not really new new but at least not the heart-broken one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm going to let my new self have it's due rest before I think whether to start a relationship (commitment). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be new!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-9215963022049443032?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/9215963022049443032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=9215963022049443032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/9215963022049443032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/9215963022049443032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/11/myself.html' title='Myself.'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-1873175743576925021</id><published>2007-11-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:36:08.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK!</title><content type='html'>Wow, this Facebook storm is really taking the world by storm. I just opened my junk-mail folder and TA-DA!, everything was FACEBOOK, FACEBOOK, FACEBOOK! someone someone added you as a friend on Facebook, Someone sent you a naughty gift, someone added you into his top-friend list. FACEBOOK FACEBOOK FACEBOOK. This is a new addiction that's unbeatable. I guess friendster has taken a great step back right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-1873175743576925021?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/1873175743576925021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=1873175743576925021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1873175743576925021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1873175743576925021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook.html' title='FACEBOOK!'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3408467174113007167</id><published>2007-10-22T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:34:34.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>I was watching a video on youtube which brought me back to the days when the Gym Gang sweated our guts out during our gymnastics trainings. The days when Aloysius, Daniel, Eddie and I would do nothing but sets after sets of the same routine, just to get our one goal, a medal for the coming competition. And apart from that was the grueling trainings that we put our juniors and ourselves through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those were the days"&lt;/span&gt; as many would say, and I fully agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I've spent every second of my life in secondary school to the max, utilising it in every way possible. As cliche as it sounds, I would like to encourage all students to do the same (as a fellow student). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since entering the polytechnic, things have changed a great lot. Because of the lack of a standard structure for studies, I've some spare time here and there which is filled up by CCA and work. But somehow, it does not feel the same as before. It is not that my CCA is not exciting or whatsoever, but rather because of the different majors of individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference in all our goals and hopes for our individual futures, for our lives and even for our CCA that we end up taking CCA as a past time rather than a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the difference I feel. The days in QUEST was really warm and cosy. And although Quest was not a very good school at my time, it is now. The reason behind this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same words that lie in my handbook from my secondary school - A Common Vision.&lt;br /&gt;Simple as it sounds, it is more than difficult to achieve. Especially with people of all walks of lives. Thinking back right now, I wish I'm still in QUEST. The times when we did not have to worry about the steps to take, the work to do, the deadlines that seem closer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most enjoyable part of my life will always be the days in QUEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polytechnic days are also enjoyable in a different form, and filled with excitement in it's own ways. Take my CCA for example - There'll never be 2 events that are held in the same way, and never 2 events with the same situation. The mental stage for show-hosting will never be the same even when the same event is held on the same physical stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it in life that people truly want? I really wonder. People change as the environment changes around us. Although the change might not be a physical one, it affects us even in the most subtle ways. Can we be the same again? Maybe, but I don't think it's going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-3408467174113007167?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3408467174113007167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3408467174113007167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3408467174113007167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3408467174113007167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/10/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing...'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-2235925795416409666</id><published>2007-10-01T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T06:44:01.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Began</title><content type='html'>School's began. And it's been a week. Life's rather good nowadays, no more hassel and things to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem has more work for me to do. No real module that can allow me to score with one shot (MMR last sem). This sem's modules are all on an average of 4 credit units. So I've to work for all at the same time. Harder work now, but I'm all geared for it. Projects and all will start piling, but I'm ready. Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-2235925795416409666?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/2235925795416409666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=2235925795416409666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2235925795416409666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/2235925795416409666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/10/schools-began.html' title='School&apos;s Began'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4038875038950481358</id><published>2007-09-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:06:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherishing the last year of teen-hood &amp; the new addition.</title><content type='html'>First, I'll start off with one of my more important topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 19, and I'm living it to the max. This is the last year I can possess the status of teenhood and I'm not going to waste the year I have. (Though I'll always proclaim that I'm forever 18!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday was simple. I prefered a quieter affair - just a simple dinner and a ritual singing of the birthday song. I'm all grown up already *smiles*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*into the details*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at Family buffet restaurant at Takashimaya (formerly known as Pariss International) and boy it's not worth the money. There's nothing special about the place. The food's ordinary, the ambience's ordinary and the service is not up the the  stars they were once known for. By our family's standard, it has failed quite badly. Sorry, we're all food lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the new addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with the SP choir's people who were in charge of the coming SP Choir concert this 23rd, and it was a rather "Interesting" meeting. Got to know the people more and (although I'm a music illiterate, somehow I) found the frequency they were on. I can see that this is going to get me somewhere now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meeting aside,*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I saw this little yellow toy car with a big wheel in the middle. As I plucked out my ear piece, I heard my mum going: " We've got a HAMSTER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate reaction was: "Oh My God, now our house's really a ZOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pets I have. Hero the dog, Happy the cat, Hammy the hamster &amp; *I dunno the name* the fighting fish. My house can officially be called Redhill Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope no more animals will take refuge ( and my mum not to bring back more pets) in my home. It's crowded enough now. *laughter* But I have to say that the hamster's rather cute and energetic, scampering and jumping all over while I take it in my hands. Hyper Hammy I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie Dokie, that's it for the past days, the rest is like any other ordinary day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4038875038950481358?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4038875038950481358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4038875038950481358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4038875038950481358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4038875038950481358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/09/cherishing-last-year-of-teen-hood-new.html' title='Cherishing the last year of teen-hood &amp; the new addition.'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-1995256742769200500</id><published>2007-09-12T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:30:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 weeks of holidays left</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow marks the start of my last year of teen-hood. And this means after my nineteenth year of life, I'll no longer be able to say I'm (number)-teen. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a good thing, or a bad thing? I wonder. looking back on my past 18 years of life, I see a the periods of Ups and Downs. The Glory balanced with my Shame. The Depression and Melancholy standing out from the Happiness and Elation. Is there a motive in life? Is there something or somewhere that people head towards when they live, apart from education and a job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life in a certain way is a choice that people constantly ask themselves. Should I go for this, or should I stick to that? Black shirt, or white T-shirt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly thinking, that the time we stop is the time we leave the world. Sounds morbid, but that's a fact of life. 18 full years of thinking means 18 less for me to do. I hope that my coming years would be how i was a few years ago - Cheerful, happy-go-lucky and carefree. That's all I ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good job, good grades and other stuff is for me to strive for, not think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-1995256742769200500?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/1995256742769200500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=1995256742769200500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1995256742769200500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/1995256742769200500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-weeks-of-holidays-left.html' title='The 2 weeks of holidays left'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-809527237378187854</id><published>2007-09-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:17:15.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LTC - Redang</title><content type='html'>Adriana, Alvin, Anthony, "Charles", Cindy, Daryl, Kevin, Kenneth C, Kenneth T, Rachel &amp; Rick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you for the BEST Leadership Camp I've EVER HAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Shortcake, Apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;V-I-C-T-O-R-Y&lt;br /&gt;NOVA, NOVA drive drive drive,&lt;br /&gt;All you people HIGH HIGH HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's our group cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTC Redang was the best leadership camp I've ever had. First, it was not held in Singapore, so we had the opportunity to learn more than what was available in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkelling in the beautiful and stunning waters of Pulau Redang, the worries of work and all diffuses away. My very first snorkelling session with these new GREAT people was truly GREAT! I really mean it. We stuck together to keep weaker and unlearned swimmers protected and accompanied, while we fed the fishes which ate from our hands (even taking little pecks at our hands once in a while). This experience is more than words can ever describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the SandCastle activity, I would say that NOVA is SUPA! We got a GPA of 4.0 for Teamwork, Unity, Cooperation and FUN! I'd like to say a big thank you to all the 11 members once again. NOVA, I LOVE U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the 2 activities mentioned, all other activities were equally enjoyable. The great dinners and breakfast meals together while we poked fun at each other, the gatherings at each other's bunks for the craziest times, the "manipulation" of our dearest SAA director, the forefeit activities that we did with full enthusiasm and all the rest, all these times left me really really really really really fond memories of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know I've said this umteen times, but I have to say it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the BEST Leadership Camp I've ever attended! NOVA, WE ROCK DOWN THE HOUSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-809527237378187854?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/809527237378187854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=809527237378187854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/809527237378187854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/809527237378187854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/09/ltc-redang.html' title='LTC - Redang'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-3373680972003838953</id><published>2007-09-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:33:20.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MacBook Pro</title><content type='html'>Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my very first blog post on Blogger with my new MacBook Pro. Woohoo! And guess what, I've installed boot camp, which allows me to run windows on this laptop. 2 operating systems on one laptop. Perfect! And the best thing is that it runs games almost perfectly! Just the Right click problem, which can be solved after I purchase a Mighty Mouse. hahaha, That's the Apple mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole Ole Ole! I love this laptop. Totally Cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it's time to pack my luggage for the Leaders of Tomorrow Camp (on cruise) to Redang. I'm sure to enjoy the coming days. All hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-3373680972003838953?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/3373680972003838953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=3373680972003838953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3373680972003838953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/3373680972003838953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/09/macbook-pro.html' title='MacBook Pro'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-4927772268254823513</id><published>2007-08-30T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:37:49.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment no more (after this post) :)</title><content type='html'>Disappointed. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm happy at the same time. At least now I know what kind of person she is. And who is she to rate the standard of my Language. I have to say, I am in the premiere Polytechnic as compared to you. And I am possessing a higher GPA as compared to you. Even if my SVA does have a little errors here and there, I am in the school's honour roll as compared to you, whining about you pathetic grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just just checking the readability of my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Flesh reading score was 88.5 (with 100 being easy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, seems like my blog's rather easy to read. So no point saying that my English is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-4927772268254823513?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/4927772268254823513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=4927772268254823513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4927772268254823513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/4927772268254823513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/08/disappointment-no-more-after-this-post.html' title='Disappointment no more (after this post) :)'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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-1791862430314104109.post-7972997598094883511</id><published>2007-08-23T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:56:24.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post Exams</title><content type='html'>Great, it's all over. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ConB, LSC, OM and MMR, they're all over. Holidays, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reynold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791862430314104109-7972997598094883511?l=reynold-reynold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/feeds/7972997598094883511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791862430314104109&amp;postID=7972997598094883511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7972997598094883511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791862430314104109/posts/default/7972997598094883511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reynold-reynold.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-exams.html' title='The Post Exams'/><author><name>Reynold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08447963589869972848</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>
