<?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-3586501168292739515</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:45:40.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bert's Eye View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586501168292739515.post-7748380142936406413</id><published>2008-11-26T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:55:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Rant</title><content type='html'>Lots of things floating in my mind, disjointed pieces of information floating about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well be warned the following is highly dis organized n may not make sense but if you would like u can read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed, thirst?? sometimes u just wanna know everything but you cant cause you lack the mental capacity to keep up with everything. Yet u still want to know?? well i think that's just the way it is. Want things to be complicated with many links yet you are unable to handle the responsibility n commitments that it entails. Maybe things are better off just being simple perhaps.. Like a piece of wire with many hooks i am, there are many threads, u want to hold on so u deep yourself into a great big multitude of threads but u realise that u are unable to handle the weight and just snap!! Stubbornly you still cling on to everyone, perhaps you should just let go?? Why try to hold on to something that is obviously beyond your capacity n ability.. Maybe things will be simple if you just limit yourself to a few fields and concentrate on them. Try to excel in this fields?? but than there will be no variety, the spice of life will be gone without variety.. Monotony is a killer of the soul, it saps u and drains u, but you r unable to handle it.. Maybe we are all just lonely people?? seating here looking around for something to occupy our lives. You make new frens but how many are people that you can really talk to and share your problems with??? Everyone can offer a listening ear how many of them really care??? Do i even care if they care?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i think its time i should close this pandora box =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers n smilez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-7748380142936406413?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/7748380142936406413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=7748380142936406413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7748380142936406413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7748380142936406413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-night-rant.html' title='Late Night Rant'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-524855770037085745</id><published>2008-09-10T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:22:40.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Brightside</title><content type='html'>Been MIA for awhile.. Keke..&lt;br /&gt;Well planning a big and super uber long post soon so look forward to it =P&lt;br /&gt;till than enjoy this video...&lt;br /&gt;Really love it right now for no reason in particular~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bc50ONFU3jQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bc50ONFU3jQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-524855770037085745?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/524855770037085745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=524855770037085745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/524855770037085745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/524855770037085745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-brightside.html' title='Mr Brightside'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-2990426175884699495</id><published>2008-08-25T05:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:04:37.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>The clock reads 5.33am and my body refuses the to be lull into the dark embrace of sleep. Guess is the 2 cups of tea I had during supper just now. As it is the case for me, when I am unable to sleep, my mind will just be on auto pilot as I ponder over my thoughts and ideas. Which brings me here to blog about some of the going on in my head =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often been describe as laid-back, relaxed or happy go lucky by those who are more kind, and have been called a slacker, aimless idler among many others by those who are less kind. All are true as I slowly amble through the day. Here is why I do so, in my eyes, life is a long journey. Too often, I feel that we are blinded by where we want to go that we forget to take care of ourselves as we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can set many goals in life, which are akin to destinations during your journey through life. You rushed through life as you struggle to reach your destinations as quickly as possible. In your single-minded pursuit, you will tend to lose sight of the scenery along the way. When you reach your destination, there is every chance that you may not like the destination where you are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would rather travel at a steady pace. Fast enough to reach my destination in good time, yet slow enough to enjoy the sights and sounds along the way. That way when you realize your desired destination ain't that great. You could still take away the sights and sounds of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will come, in good time, with a little luck and hard work. I would place more emphasis on the "good", rather than the "time". =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-2990426175884699495?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/2990426175884699495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=2990426175884699495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/2990426175884699495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/2990426175884699495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepless-sunday-night.html' title='Sleepless Sunday Night'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-1610446322537349605</id><published>2008-08-24T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:01:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal for FUNDS!!</title><content type='html'>This is an appeal from the FTBF. (Feed The Bert Foundation) It has fallen on hard times and as a result, there is a lack of funds to feed bert. Please I appeal to everyone to donate kindly and generously!! Bert really need your funds and every single cent will go a long way in helping us in our many programs. We have many informative and educational programs one the feeding of bert. Once more please donate generously!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-1610446322537349605?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/1610446322537349605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=1610446322537349605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1610446322537349605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1610446322537349605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/08/appeal-for-funds.html' title='Appeal for FUNDS!!'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-4076374300377481696</id><published>2008-08-11T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:03:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule of 4 vs Red Mist</title><content type='html'>Once again a red mist descends upon me, as a result I pissed of someone close. A minor scuffle it was this time compared with the usual full blown war that this red mist bring about. Nevertheless this time around, this may have rather long lasting implications if I am not too careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well I thought that this was no longer a problem anymore!! My temper is usually in check at all times and seldom is anyone able to get under my skin. I think most people can vouch for that, but why is it only with kin that the fuse runs short. Tremendously short.. Well gotta implement a self checking system within myself!! Rule of 4 i call it =P haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Basically, if anyone pissed me off or i few super angry, count to 4 first than cool down. Next than think of a suitable response, if possible try NOT to response and just brush it aside as I usually do. Well as everyone know, there are no prizes for being nice, so give the offender 4 chances b4 i explode. Warn them of the impending eruption after the 4th time that they piss me off still, give them hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will help controlling my sometimes short temper =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-4076374300377481696?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/4076374300377481696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=4076374300377481696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/4076374300377481696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/4076374300377481696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/08/rule-of-4-vs-red-mist.html' title='Rule of 4 vs Red Mist'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-5788420576669479092</id><published>2008-08-09T16:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:33:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Social Experiment. (spoilers!! )</title><content type='html'>Finally watched the dark knight on Thursday, well the movie is really thought provoking i must say. All the good reviews were well deserved and i enjoyed it alot!! =D A big thank you to shean for the good company to watch the movie =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. the memories of the movie is still played out vividly in my mind, but one particular scene left a very strong impression in my mind. The scene goes like this, the joker has planted bombs on 2 ferries, one filled with convicts, the other filled with with civilians. Each ferry had the detonator to the other ferries bombs, and the occupants have to make a decision. Either blow up the other ferry or do nothing and let the other ferry blow you up, and just for fun, the joker imposes a deadline for them to make a decision. If neither ferries goes up in smoke by the deadline, both ferries will go up in smoke. As insurance, if anyone leaves the ferry, both ferries will be blown up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well interesting experiment, even if its a bit brutal. What would you do if you will place in this situtation. Would you blow up the other ferry?? Will you wait to be safe?? What would you do?? What is the "right" decision?? Is there a right decision....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~ winkz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-5788420576669479092?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/5788420576669479092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=5788420576669479092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5788420576669479092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5788420576669479092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/08/social-experiment-spoilers.html' title='A Social Experiment. (spoilers!! )'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-7035681862340997598</id><published>2008-07-26T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:49:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Things</title><content type='html'>Bert been in a funk for the past few weeks. Why?? Nobody knows why.. Is it because of hangover from the FOC camp? entry of new emotions into his life once more? or just plain tired after a period of high activity?? That is the question bert has been thinking about and he believe he has finally found the answer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is yesh to all of the above 3 reasons.In addition now that the FOC camp is over there is nothing on for the WHOLE month of august.. For now at least.. So heres a list of things bert is going to do in august!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Drag his ass down to start his driving lessons. ( Yesh that kuku still only got licence to drive daytona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Buy a NEW pair of jeans ( His old pair has a hole in it le )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;Buy a NEW pair of spikes and Converse shoe ( Banana shoe now look like KNN shoe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Reorganize his room and clear out the old clutter ( He still have his JC notes can u believe it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Go and watch The Dark Knight ( He heard that Heath Ledger acting is damn good in the flim )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;Train and Train harder ( Gotta get back his lean body )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; Quit SISTIC call center ( Finally he has decided to leave that place )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; Sign up for wine appreciation course ( So he can act atas next time when he drink wine )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; Meet up with HOT STUFFS ( He complain like super duper long never see everyone le )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; Go Ubin Cycling Trip ( Missing out Twice is 2 times too many )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all that bert has come up with for now.. Well if you like to help him accomplish any of the above feel free to tag the tag board and we will get in touch in you -- Feed The Bert Foundation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-7035681862340997598?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/7035681862340997598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=7035681862340997598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7035681862340997598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7035681862340997598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/list-of-things.html' title='List of Things'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-5237334866348987235</id><published>2008-07-24T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T03:07:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An article to share</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to post this since a long time ago but never got down to it. Its an article i read in the straits times, july 11 2008, about sportsmanship. After reading it i had this warm fuzzy feeling and got very touch by it. A short anecdote of courage under fire. Friendship, sportsmanship define in a single moment. The end is also poignant yet heartwarming... So here it is in its entirety. Enjoy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great long jumper is struggling to qualify for an Olympic final. A rival steps in to help him. It seems at best a nice gesture, an old-fashioned extending of a hand of decency, nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is much more than that, which is why for 72 years people continue to resurrect this story as an example of Olympic man at his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Owens, the jumper who was struggling was an athletic genius. He was also black. It should not have mattered but of course it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it mattered in Germany in 1936 when Adolf Hitler was propagating his despicable theories of of the superiority of the Aryan race, and when in some newspapers, pictures of and ape appeared alongside Owens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the long jump, Owens ambled down the runway in practice and casually ran into the pit - only to be horrified when the judges considered it a qualifying jump and raised the red flag for a foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly only 2 qualifying jumps remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owens again overstepped the take-off board. Foul!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One jump remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutz Long, a gifted German long jumper, was blond, blue=eyed and the archetypal Aryan. Owens was his opponent and the better jumper. Still, in an act of startling generosity, the German approached the American and pointed out that the qualifying mark was so easy that if Owens took-off from behind the board, he would still make the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owens listened, took off from a foot behind the take-off board and qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 2 men dueled in the final. Owens led. Long equaled him. Hitler applauded. But Owens was too good eventually, and when he broke the Olympic record with his last leap, Long was the first to embrace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owens understood immediately the enormity of the German's gesture, a moment of beauty, in a time of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took a lot of courage for him to befriend me in front of Hitler," the American said later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can melt down all the medals and cups i have and they would not be a a plating on the 24-carat friendship i felt for Lutz Long at that moment. Hitler must have gone crazy watching us embrace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long died in the war, but the story had one remarkable post scrip recounted in Donald McRae's brilliant book, In Black and White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1951, Owens returned to Berlin and to the Olympic Stadium, and in the dressing room later, a young boy asked him to autograph a scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Owens scrawled his name, he noticed a familiar picture. He took the scrapbook and said, "That's Lutz Long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy, Karl, looked at him and said, " My father, sir." -- By Rohit Brijnath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/mm/photo/countries/general/11/56/59/115659_m03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/mm/photo/countries/general/11/56/59/115659_m03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-5237334866348987235?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/5237334866348987235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=5237334866348987235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5237334866348987235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5237334866348987235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/article-to-share.html' title='An article to share'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-8313897659696936950</id><published>2008-07-24T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:06:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Cover</title><content type='html'>Was bored at night and i stumble upon this gem of a song.. Sadly i cant embed it but here's the link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2YkhFPYSN4"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-8313897659696936950?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/8313897659696936950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=8313897659696936950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/8313897659696936950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/8313897659696936950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-cover.html' title='Song Cover'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-942718770915330152</id><published>2008-07-19T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:32:36.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Laying in bed, head on the pillow with a book in hand as I read about another thoughts.  Fuzzy rays of light seep through the windows. A gentle tingling of wind chimes, an inventive melody played by an unpredictable master. The memories of the madness and the rush from the past few days, settling into a steady and comforting pace, as I drift in and out of the realms of the impossible and improbable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/67/189414633_cf1828fc24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/67/189414633_cf1828fc24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-942718770915330152?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/942718770915330152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=942718770915330152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/942718770915330152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/942718770915330152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-saturday-afternoon.html' title='Lazy Saturday Afternoon'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/67/189414633_cf1828fc24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586501168292739515.post-6547693004616833133</id><published>2008-07-15T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:22:08.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Camp!!</title><content type='html'>Heya peeps will be gone for the nxt few days.. Of to camp.. Here's a nice song which a fren shared with me yday.. Been disturbing my sleep =P&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will do the same to u ;) Bewarned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEohvWs6X44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEohvWs6X44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Lyrics, Great Voice, Great Picture Collage =D&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-6547693004616833133?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/6547693004616833133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=6547693004616833133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6547693004616833133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6547693004616833133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/off-to-camp.html' title='Off to Camp!!'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-268820263499368671</id><published>2008-07-10T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:26:30.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Tartan Track</title><content type='html'>Monday's training was one of those rare sessions that bring forth many different emotions. The clashing emotions gave me many new insights and crystallize certain insights which have previously been vague shadows. The training session itself was pretty ok, it started with some strengthening exercises followed by a time trial than somemore strengthening exercises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time trials was what trigger the multitude of emotions which assaulted me.. As it is before time trials, I will become very sullen and focus on the trial.. Soon the trial started and though i clocked a good timing ( which i did not knew about immediately after the trial ). I felt disappointed in myself as i felt that it wasn't my best performance.. The run din feel good, din feel fast. I felt like pounding the track la due to my inept performance.. Later on when the coach announced the time, i was very surprised to learn that the timing was pretty decent (24.9s ok pace but still far from my pb =[ ), taking into consideration the amount of training i had been doing. This kinda cheer me up as i was getting thereabouts and closer to my best again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the long bus ride home, I was pondering why did i felt the way i feel. I believe that this is probably due to it soon being my last year before i embark upon the rat race in the real world. There are many things that i want to do before i graduate and this represents my last chance. To leave this phase of life without regrets i think that is what i want to do. To perform to the best of my ability which i feel have never been fully realized. Be it in studies, sports or anything i do, i always felt that there is that one more thing which i should have done but did not do due to a lack of willpower, determination or plain laziness. I will be embarking upon the last leg of this journey and well, lets finish it with a bang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-268820263499368671?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/268820263499368671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=268820263499368671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/268820263499368671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/268820263499368671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-on-tartan-track.html' title='Thoughts on the Tartan Track'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-7199229083741306881</id><published>2008-07-08T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:30:46.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory My Spike Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/SHJSmGqTZDI/AAAAAAAAABg/QJ-bwYmTbWA/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/SHJSmGqTZDI/AAAAAAAAABg/QJ-bwYmTbWA/s320/IMG_0904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220325732652377138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/SHJSmlhvPoI/AAAAAAAAABo/GEUynfG-CdA/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/SHJSmlhvPoI/AAAAAAAAABo/GEUynfG-CdA/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220325740937952898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being with me all this year.&lt;br /&gt;Together we clock many miles, in sunny days or pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;You were the foundation which my PBs(personal best) will build on.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss the times together..&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye my beloved spike shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will always remember the times we had together.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-7199229083741306881?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/7199229083741306881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=7199229083741306881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7199229083741306881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7199229083741306881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-loving-memory-my-spike-shoe.html' title='In Loving Memory My Spike Shoe'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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/_GkHVJRQjcrc/SHJSmGqTZDI/AAAAAAAAABg/QJ-bwYmTbWA/s72-c/IMG_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586501168292739515.post-6546017097570776904</id><published>2008-07-06T19:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:23:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year make in a personality test..</title><content type='html'>If you scroll further down you will see some weird color grid which is some personality test i took about a year ago.. Tried it again recently and hey, some changes lol!!&lt;br /&gt;Whee i am still an inventor!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=shhvoagjkXDGeTf-GO-ADAAA-3d18&amp;amp;t=Benevolent+Inventor"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i still don't give a damn about authority... (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;Click below to see the link to what all this stuff means, sounds true??&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=shhvoagjkXDGeTf-GO-ADAAA-3d18&amp;amp;u=cf03c606f072"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-6546017097570776904?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/6546017097570776904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=6546017097570776904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6546017097570776904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6546017097570776904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-difference-year-make-in.html' title='What a difference a year make in a personality test..'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-6512265588499646128</id><published>2008-07-06T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:23:24.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Be an OGL??</title><content type='html'>Why be an OGL?? I use to ask myself.. You have to be super high whether u like it or not.. Drag your ass up in the wee hours of the morning to go to school. Than entertain a bunch of people who probably could not care less about all your antics.. Well.. Thats what I thought and how very much wrong i was!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 days I was an OGL for the Freshmen orientation day and to my great surprise it was extremely fun and rewarding being an OGL. First thing the fun, I was lucky and I had great, fun and interesting people in my OG for the 2 days!! You guys are great, your enthusiasm and laughs were the reasons that the ZzzZzz monsters din manage to get me. Hehehe~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition its great fun to see the way people interact, how everyone started the day as complete strangers. The lost and bored looks on everyone faces initially, turning into expressions of interest and laughter. It was very heart-warming to see everyone talking with each other and mingling around at the end =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha pictures will be posted later i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run need to go swim swim swim and maintain the tan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ppl and OG 11 and 12 u guys rox!! Thanks for the fun and memories!!&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys in school~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-6512265588499646128?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/6512265588499646128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=6512265588499646128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6512265588499646128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6512265588499646128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-be-ogl.html' title='Why Be an OGL??'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-3435332195737048505</id><published>2008-07-05T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:45:54.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting with an old friend and Mentor</title><content type='html'>After the Freshmen Orientation Day on Wednesday, I had TRAINING!! With great unwillingness, I dragged my sorry self to the oval track... It was drizzling likely and  as I my way up to the stands. I saw a familiar face, my coach from my JC days Mr Pandian =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shook hands and had a nice chat. It really brought back memories of 4 years ago where we would meet 4 times a week. Me running around the track with subaish and guoan, pandian and high pitch whistle signaling the start of the interval training~ Keke, really learnt a lot about myself in those runs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, how much i dread long runs, love interval training~ The feeling of suspension from the world during a race when you are running.. I remember Mr P once said, that the relationship between a coach and an athlete is very close, closer than bf gf kinda. How very true, the more you train you will tend to share the same dreams and ambitions together both coach and athlete. The targets you set together, the discussions you have to plan out how to cut just one more second from your PB. Even after all this year i still remember them fondly, and I am really thankful all the things he has taught me both on and off the track.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Maybe i shall organize a meet up with him and the rest of track guys soon i suppose.. Though everyone is now on different paths and aiming for different goals, guess thats just the way life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-3435332195737048505?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/3435332195737048505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=3435332195737048505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/3435332195737048505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/3435332195737048505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/meeting-with-old-friend-and-mentor.html' title='Meeting with an old friend and Mentor'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-1600660717369926303</id><published>2008-07-05T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:27:44.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick Update</title><content type='html'>Hi ppl... Its been ages since i last blog and i do not know if anyone is still out there.. But anyway, think i should start blogging again once more =D Well before i start any new post let me just give everyone a quick update on what i have been doing in the past year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined SRC and was place in-charge of an event.. After much hard work the event was a a success!! Cheers to all the committee once more!! You guys were great =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition i have started running again.. After 4 years i have started training again.. Hmm the techniques are still there, speed wise still there but the fitness... ALL GONE!! hahaha gotta train harder~ So thats about all the major going ons in the past year!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-1600660717369926303?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/1600660717369926303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=1600660717369926303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1600660717369926303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1600660717369926303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-update.html' title='A quick Update'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-4150490802051649947</id><published>2007-09-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:44:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days</title><content type='html'>Its ending soon my holidays.. Five more days =D soon school will start anew and it will be four new subjects for me to contend with.. This also means i would have gotten my results.. Well din do too well last year, slightly below average i feel. I know i can do better and should do better but thats all in the past. A new semester and optimism is abound, i will do better this time.. No more screws up this time, i am at last chance saloon liao =] To my course buddy, i will miss the times last year taking turns to sleep in class while the other take notes. Lol.. Meet up for lunches and study hard!! To all my friends hope everyone is happy with their results, to those who din do so well. There is always nxt year, its all in the past and we cant do anything about it anymore. Its not too late to start studying now =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the new semester cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-4150490802051649947?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/4150490802051649947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=4150490802051649947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/4150490802051649947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/4150490802051649947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-281187868004427827</id><published>2007-09-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:57:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality DNA??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Hmm.. was bored over the weekend so gave this a try.. Wonder how true is it.. &lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 200px;height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Imaginative" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:0px;height:75px;width:71px;background-color:#8a4c0e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 71px;top:0px;height:75px;width:68px;background-color:#f01884"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 139px;top:0px;height:75px;width:61px;background-color:#1717e3"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:75px;height:48px;width:90px;background-color:#de1616"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:123px;height:41px;width:90px;background-color:#363636"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:164px;height:36px;width:90px;background-color:#14c76d"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 90px;top:75px;height:50px;width:58px;background-color:#13bfbf"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 148px;top:75px;height:50px;width:52px;background-color:#b8b812"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 90px;top:125px;height:40px;width:59px;background-color:#1262b3"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 90px;top:165px;height:35px;width:59px;background-color:#ad11ad"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 149px;top:125px;height:66px;width:30px;background-color:#11ab11"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Aesthetic" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 179px;top:125px;height:66px;width:21px;background-color:#579e10"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 149px;top:191px;height:9px;width:51px;background-color:#4c0e8a"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; text-align:center; width:200px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Considerate Inventor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-281187868004427827?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/281187868004427827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=281187868004427827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/281187868004427827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/281187868004427827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/09/personality-dna.html' title='Personality DNA??'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-5927245359022837303</id><published>2007-08-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:06:49.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats my age again??</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at the zoo, while waiting for customers to patronage us i engage in a chat with my colleagues.. =D So i asked them how old they were and what they were doing now? The first one said she is in poly but the answer from my second colleague blew me away.. She replied that she is studying in secondary school is in secondary 3 this year... Faintz.. That is SO SO SO young!!! It was than i realise I am no longer a spring chicken.. This is the 2nd time this had happen in the space of a week.. Just last week i got to know another girl who was 18.. Lol.. Damn i am starting to feel my age and to think in a few short months i will be 23.. A friend at work once told me that once u hit 21, the years just fly by and before u know it, you will be in your 30s.. Well it seem like just last month that i turn 21 so its very true i suppose.. =P Haha.. Well one thing to comfort myself is perhaps that when i told them my age they were all rather shock.. They commented i look at the most 18 like that.. Hm... Do i look so childish??? hahahaha Well, i will take it as a compliment than =D wooTs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-5927245359022837303?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/5927245359022837303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=5927245359022837303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5927245359022837303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5927245359022837303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-my-age-again.html' title='Whats my age again??'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-5911327856779240482</id><published>2007-08-27T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:29:24.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update! =D</title><content type='html'>Hiya guyz its been awhile.. Like ah bi pointed out.. Its been 10 to 11 days since i last blog!! kekeke.. Was sick initially this week than i had work!! Damn the holidays are getting boring!! Can't Wait for the school term to start so i can work less and put into effect all those grand plans i have to do well in exams!! =D Talking about exams, the results would be out soon.... Whenever i think about it i invariably get nervous.. Will i screw it up?? or will i pass.. The answer will be out soon ;) Good luck to everyone as well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-5911327856779240482?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/5911327856779240482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=5911327856779240482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5911327856779240482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5911327856779240482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-update-d.html' title='Random Update! =D'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-5920390101810555613</id><published>2007-08-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:12:49.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to dream~</title><content type='html'>The song playing on my blog is call 咸鱼 by mayday. Hope you guys like it. This is a song which always cheers me up whenever i am feeling blue~ It is a simple song singing about the dreams and innocence of us all. One line really strikes me whenever i hear this song&lt;br /&gt;也许放弃掉一些&lt;br /&gt;活得更轻松&lt;br /&gt;我却不再是我&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is a very simple truth, we are who we are because of our dreams and aspirations. Below are the full lyrics of the song, hope it inspires you all as it does to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是一只咸鱼不想承认也不能否认&lt;br /&gt;不要同情我笨又夸我天真还梦想著翻身&lt;br /&gt;咸鱼就算翻身还是只咸鱼输得也诚恳&lt;br /&gt;至少到最后我还有咸鱼不腐烂的自尊&lt;br /&gt;我没有任何天分我却有梦的天真&lt;br /&gt;我是傻不是蠢我将会证明用我的一生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我如果有梦 有没有错&lt;br /&gt;错过才会更加明白&lt;br /&gt;明白坚持是什黱?&lt;br /&gt;我如果有梦 梦要够疯&lt;br /&gt;够疯才能变成英雄&lt;br /&gt;总会有一篇我的传说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不好也不坏不特别出众&lt;br /&gt;我只是敢不同&lt;br /&gt;我的人生就是一错再错&lt;br /&gt;错完了再从头&lt;br /&gt;也许放弃掉一些&lt;br /&gt;活得更轻松&lt;br /&gt;我却不再是我&lt;br /&gt;我不愿一生晒太阳吹风&lt;br /&gt;咸鱼也要有梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天有我的天空&lt;br /&gt;作我的英雄 在我的天空 我知道你懂 知道你会懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S if u have enough of the song u can always press the stop button on your browser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-5920390101810555613?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/5920390101810555613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=5920390101810555613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5920390101810555613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/5920390101810555613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/dare-to-dream.html' title='Dare to dream~'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-6436508848127135393</id><published>2007-08-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:06:56.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking jack jack for a spin!!!</title><content type='html'>Well work was rather boring today so here what i did with my camera.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHSRMHgwOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mXmDPpvL7AQ/s1600-h/jack+jack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098587445912453346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHSRMHgwOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mXmDPpvL7AQ/s320/jack+jack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098587437322518738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHSQsHgwNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NOi2SQ2Svqg/s320/jack+jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHSRMHgwPI/AAAAAAAAABE/-MRYShfc9Po/s1600-h/jack+jack3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHQ58HgwKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S8B_VUEW58M/s1600-h/jack+jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHQ6MHgwMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ncrAWbNtv9s/s1600-h/jack+jack3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3586501168292739515-6436508848127135393?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/6436508848127135393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=6436508848127135393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6436508848127135393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/6436508848127135393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-jack-jack-for-spin.html' title='Taking jack jack for a spin!!!'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RsHSRMHgwOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mXmDPpvL7AQ/s72-c/jack+jack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586501168292739515.post-9000899340444510737</id><published>2007-08-13T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:40:08.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfounded Rage..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woke up, feeling very angry?? Feeling extremely irritable, barking about like a mad dog at everyone as a perpetual red mist hangs over you. I do not know the reasons why but that was how i felt when i lifted my eyelids.. Was it something i dreamt? Was it the way i woke up or the way the sun shined into my eyes in the day. I do not know. What is certain that today was LOUSY,  the going-ons in the day did not help but in hind sight, it was probably for the better. Less i step on the toes of people who i care for. As usual in cases like this my family suffers, got into a slanging match with my mum over a pair of socks. Surprisingly enough i realise my dad understands me better than my mum. He just ignore me whereas my mum will continue engaging me in conversation, which was how the situtation escalated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well may tomorrow be better =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-9000899340444510737?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/9000899340444510737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=9000899340444510737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/9000899340444510737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/9000899340444510737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/unfounded-rage.html' title='Unfounded Rage..'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-1050092072861728958</id><published>2007-08-12T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:29:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我好想好想飞</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is no place where i can be&lt;br /&gt;Away from the crowd where silence rings&lt;br /&gt;Even sleep is no sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;On this hot and humid day&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a place where i can be&lt;br /&gt;alone to myself for just even awhile&lt;br /&gt;A place away from people who care&lt;br /&gt;A place away from people who stare&lt;br /&gt;Where i can shout and hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;To be alone to stand up on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂的世界&lt;br /&gt;如果是你发现了我&lt;br /&gt;也别将我挽回.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097697455674278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/Rr6o08HgwJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MVftRouNgvI/s320/dot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-1050092072861728958?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/1050092072861728958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=1050092072861728958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1050092072861728958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1050092072861728958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-afternoon.html' title='我好想好想飞'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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/_GkHVJRQjcrc/Rr6o08HgwJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MVftRouNgvI/s72-c/dot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586501168292739515.post-7367028377836529039</id><published>2007-08-07T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:05:26.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Book + Nice Jog = Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hiya people, its been some time since i post.. To busy being lazy.. ;) Keke.. Well the day started out pretty average with work at the call center.. Best thing was the very first call was some old man who have a bloody attitude, a "smart" comment on every single thing.. Well some may find it charming but i found it irritating.. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work shop around abit browsing bookstores searching for a nice read.. As it is, I chanced upon this gem of a book which a tall classy colleague introduced to me. Here's a picture of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095628930705047682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RrdPg8HgwII/AAAAAAAAAAM/k29h7aM-XuQ/s320/Zen+Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a really interesting and thought provoking book, it examine and discuss ideas on how we live our lives and how we can improve it.. All this ideas come about through a motorcycle trip the author shared with his son.. Reading through the first 3 chapters, it makes me miss the times riding a motorcycle in thailand.. Perhaps i should go about getting my class 2b again.. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In chapter 3, it introduce an idea, that how much we care about a task or something can be seen from the haste in which we go about doing it.. For example, if we really care about our studies, we would approach our homework with more care and patience rather than just rushing through it. Its an interesting idea and i was thinking about this idea and how it relates to my own experience as i went about my late night jog.. With this in mind the run became very enjoyable as i chew over the thought.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back, i realise how hypocritical i was in many things i do.. Certain principles which i thought i have upheld and deem to be true to myself will in fact just a bunch of hot air when compared with how i fell inside.. I only realise how i truely felt about this things through my actions.. Examples?? well i always tell myself to enjoy the journey, take my time.. Yet i am always rushing from place to place.. At work, i tell myself i care about the customer needs which is rubbish if one here my conversation speed.. Also when it comes to friends needs, i tend to try to rush through them, going through every point on my agenda without really addressing their needs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the school term is starting soon in about a months time, i will try to apply this principle to my ongoing in everyday life.. To friends and family, and things i care about..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-7367028377836529039?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/7367028377836529039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=7367028377836529039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7367028377836529039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7367028377836529039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/nice-book-nice-jog-good-time.html' title='Nice Book + Nice Jog = Good Time'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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/_GkHVJRQjcrc/RrdPg8HgwII/AAAAAAAAAAM/k29h7aM-XuQ/s72-c/Zen+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586501168292739515.post-752539530124604287</id><published>2007-08-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:39:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pervert at work!! Caught in the act!!</title><content type='html'>On the way back from work today, I was reclining in my seat as the bus was rather empty. Getting ready to plunge into the murky depths that is my thoughts for the bus ride home when i noticed a strange scene unfolding before my very eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infront of me sat a senior "gentleman" who looked in his early 50s. He dressed decently in a stripe polo tee and had a large bare patch on his head. He sported a nicely trim goatee/moustache and in he was fiddling with his camera like an excited geek with a new gadget. Well out of curiosity I took a peek into what he was doing with his camera and he was just pointing it about aimlessly testing the fliming function. Just when I was about to get bored and dive off into my own thoughts, he suddenly zoomed in on this european lady infront who was with a young girl. I instantly did a double take and just as quickly he started flimming the surroundings again. I looked at the victims and noticed the lady staring at him menacingly, her husband was doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is for the rest of the journey I looked as this man intently to see if he is up to any mischief. Well like Slyvester the cat, he pretended nothing happen and carrying on flimming the surrounding... Well how dumb can you be, singapore roads are clean and the highway is good but they aren't exactly the most beautiful specimens in the world. Worst still it made him look like a bloody terrorist.. Eventually he stop fliming after abit of tit for tat from the lady's husband.( he took a picture of him with his high-tech nikon camera with the zoom lense and the works )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well seeing him just reinforce the ideal that you cant judge a book by its cover. He looks just like my RSM in army for goodness sake, but he sank to such low depths.. Well if u want sexual gratification, there is a place call geylang or even thos lap sup ktv or sleazy massage parlours. I felt like whacking his head some of the time straight on the bald spot to get him to wake up his idea. Oh well, perhaps every city has it weird residents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet looking from his point of view, I think no self respecting individual would do such a thing. Its absolutely degrading and I would feel worst about myself if I do something like this, or even something similar. Something perhaps drove him to such lengths, i can imagine this person having kids of his own, a partner in life etc... Perhaps something happen, hopefully he seeks help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Planet?? Looney Planet??&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is abit crazy and lonely i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big thank you to all my frens for keeping me sane in the Lonely and Crazy world =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-752539530124604287?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/752539530124604287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=752539530124604287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/752539530124604287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/752539530124604287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/08/pervert-at-work-caught-in-act.html' title='Pervert at work!! Caught in the act!!'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-3817910722969325860</id><published>2007-07-30T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:22:16.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disproving an old saying...</title><content type='html'>Hiya, I believe everyone has heard of the saying that when someone is lucky in love, lady luck will turn their back to them on the gambling table. Well just recently I had a game of 4 winds with the usual suspects. Mr A the green activist (i.e Tree Lover *winkz*) and couple B, an inseperable pair made for each other. Last but not least, yours truely who have been suffering a barren patch since Feb 18, 1985....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, the green activist had an interesting encounter and we realise that lady luck is smiling at him. At least in the field of relationships, so base upon the saying, I should be having all the luck and hence winning the majority of the money. So what started out as a friendly game soon turn into a battle for survival as the green activist blew our pockets apart with one astounding hand after another.. Eventually after 2 feirce rounds where we count the casualties, I survived with a score of +2. Unfortunately the couples suffer horrendous lost and the green activist, was the big winner.. BOO!!! Oh well when you are in luck, you can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-3817910722969325860?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/3817910722969325860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=3817910722969325860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/3817910722969325860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/3817910722969325860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/07/disproving-old-saying.html' title='Disproving an old saying...'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-8253885195663918067</id><published>2007-07-26T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:45:46.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>We are not perfect, none of us are.&lt;br /&gt;We each have defects and unsightly scars.&lt;br /&gt;When bad thing happens just pick yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;Even the best sometimes fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-8253885195663918067?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/8253885195663918067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=8253885195663918067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/8253885195663918067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/8253885195663918067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-dear-friend.html' title='To a Dear Friend'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-1684545964496082400</id><published>2007-07-25T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:53:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Spots</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was stuck near VCH for 4 hours which I spent seating by the riverside on a stone bench under a tree. Seating there was more enjoyable than I initially imagine, though time past rather slowly. The weather was absolutely wonderful, the overcast skies and rolling clouds brought about a cooling breeze with the occasional rain drop. Haha.. Looking around, I noticed that this seemingly unassuming day was fill with many events happening all around. On the river, our tourism industry was in full swing as i see multiple river boat rides pass by me ferrying tourist through and fro the sights by the river. Across the river, there was some demostration of fire fighting equipment as a fire got started and putted out repeatedly. A kinda inappropriate place to hold such a demostration in my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the tourist who were taking a leisurely stroll which really brighten up my day. There were many old couples walking about enjoying the sights and sounds. One old indian couple stood out particularly, they look like they were in their late 50s early 60s. The husband was taking pictures of his wife while she was enjoying the breeze. It reminds me of my own parents when i was younger, perhaps they would be doing the same thing too in some obsucre part of the world when my brother is out of the army. Hahah.. Though they look old they still look so loving and cute together.. Wanted to take a picture of them =P There was also this little japanese family who walked pass me, their little daughter was so cute singing the doraemon theme song, articulating every verse to perfection. Well at least i think she wasm her grasp of japanese is definitely better than mine lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i may be going back there some day to enjoy the sights and the cool embrace of the breeze again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-1684545964496082400?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/1684545964496082400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=1684545964496082400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1684545964496082400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/1684545964496082400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-spots.html' title='Nice Spots'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-7915420949437884827</id><published>2007-07-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:04:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Sec School</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been feeling a weird feeling eversince I have returned from the camp. =D Its a sensation that is oh so familiar, yet at the same time, so distant.. I feel lots of energy running through my veins yet without any focal point from which to direct all this energy. It has a taste that is sweet yet tinge with bitterness. I feel happy yet at the same time sad. Hopeful yet hopeless at the same moment. Everything I feel has been amplified 3 or 4 fold from what I have experience since my army days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while laying on another's bed (Thank You JABS!!) . I discovered a period of time in my life where I have experience similar occurence, a time long ago. It was during my sec school days, or more specifically, my sec 3 and 4 years. The extreme highs and lows, childish adventures, friendship forge, this will always rank as some of the best times in my life. Perhaps its an omen to whats up ahead..  hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a toast to the future and all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-7915420949437884827?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/7915420949437884827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=7915420949437884827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7915420949437884827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/7915420949437884827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-sec-school.html' title='Back to Sec School'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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-3586501168292739515.post-2512384432738366072</id><published>2007-07-23T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:38:29.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Yea!! I got my lazy ass down to writing a blog. Something I have been thinking about but never got down to doing. Well this will present my view to the world since some my friends always complain they do not understand where I am coming from. Haha.. Hopefully, you guys will not find me so out of point in the future.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586501168292739515-2512384432738366072?l=bertseyeview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/feeds/2512384432738366072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586501168292739515&amp;postID=2512384432738366072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/2512384432738366072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586501168292739515/posts/default/2512384432738366072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bertseyeview.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Bert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10695209395628270714</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>
