..my battle stance..

This Mickey guy is indeed a brilliant guy! Nothing can take the place of persistence. Below excerpt taken from and belong to this link: http://www.wired.co.uk/magazine/archive/2012/09/features/man-on-a-mission?page=2 When Rakuten Ichiba opened for business on May 1, 1997, it had just 13 shops, most of which were owned by Mikitani's friends. It took a year of hard work to sign up 100. "Every day I would roll up my sleeves and pound the pavement in search of a little mom-and-pop shop to bring in," he writes in Principles for Success . "Whenever a potential target came into sight, I would pump my arms and legs up and down or do some quick push-ups so I could work up a sweat. Then I would burst into the store all out of breath. I knew that I would gain a more sympathetic ear if I came across as a regular guy who spoke from the heart, as opposed to a sharply dressed salesman." "If you just want to make money, go to Goldman Sachs," he says. "T

There is this theory that.. no matter what field it is ( be it painting, playing music instrument, language, etc).. as long as you invest one hour on it every day.. you will be a master in 5 years time. I would like to put this theory to test.

Last week was winkazo's housewarming. I kinda expect some friends but I did not expect the house to be packed hah. but isn't it great for housewarming? And of course, it was full of happy noises too. toddlers were in full force. the new born, the walking ones, and then there was Farrell too, who was like the big brother among the rest. He just quietly and intelligently watched the TV. I guess he thought, "why the hell are all these kids so immature? can't they just sit still and enjoy the show?" At that age, kids grow at exponential pace. Every new trick they learn is a great accomplishment. And you could really tell which are the more senior kids. By their height, size, speech ability, level of understanding, walking ability, etc. And even though we have no idea how these kids learn to talk.. it just happens. I still don't understand how my toddler cousin could speak in Mandarin, Hokkian, English and Indo interchangeably. Most kids would instinct

the world has gone crazy. there was time when lance armstrong's live strong wristbands were trending worldwide. and his story was almost like a legend, like one of those too good to be true movie. he was the very definition of determination. he was the symbol of hope. well.. like many i do not know whether or not he cheated. but whatever drug it was, if he did use them, it must be one helluva drug that could win him 7 titles of tour de france. i am on the camp that lean towards believing his side of story. but that's not the point i am thinking about now. i am simply pondering.. the very definition of success. is he a successful man? (setting aside the allegations) in terms of how he survived cancer and won tour de france, of course that was a great, great success story. but really.. without wanting to point on anything specific (you can check out wikipedia for the general story of his life).. has he led a meaningful and successful life?

I could never get used to this miserable feeling of missing you. That's something I was never designed for.

Merdeka!!! Let's start with that hah. Our independence day. 67 years of history as one nation. I came across this book by one of Sukarno's daughters on Soeharto's premeditated coup de tat. The infamous 'truth' of G30S PKI. The 60s. I imagine it must have been such a dangerous era to grow up in. And yet.. it was such a happening era. And then we had the relatively stabler 70s and 80s. My fond memory of this era are those Indonesian movies which always have some of these things: - scene of cars circling Bunderan HI - protagonists with sunglasses and nice white shoes (dan sisir yg muncul sedikit dr saku belakang celana) - in case of horror movies.. one word: Suzanna. She was simply the Queen of Horror. And I loved watching her movies late night alone while studying. - and of course... Warkop DKI!! Believe it or not.. they meant a lot to my memories of my childhood haa. 90s.. It started well. We had news of gulf war bla bla bla but our country seemed to b

when you discover that love could go so much deeper than you thought it could.

what? ........

can't think of a more creative title. i suppose my life, almost everything and almost everyone significant in it, has been in one way or another related to the little red dot. in one way or another, Singapore has played a part. so.. thank you Singapore. I, for one, can never join those opposition parties who scorn the incumbent for dishing out scholarships to foreign students. Yeah.. we are all biased and self-centered, aren't we? for without those scholarships, I would not have made it to Singapore. It doesn't necessarily mean I would have been poorer or doomed today had I not gone to NUS 12 years ago. It could have been the opposite. But either way, I am eternally grateful for the 12 years journey. Part of what I received there is what I would keep for eternity.Knowledge of Christ. And another thing I treasure is the thing called 'perspective'. And for those foreign talent haters out there.. I believe my 7-8 yrs of working there have somewhat contri

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your t