<?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-37756265</id><updated>2012-01-05T17:25:59.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peon's spiritual space</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the peon's spiritual space.. someplace where i am true....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-1760590937105426264</id><published>2008-07-07T18:56:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:41:04.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard nail</title><content type='html'>goodbye and hello is basically what happens this 3 weeks. first, it was spending time with clm over the weekend, then it was reservist for 7 days which ended early due to some hard-earned enforcing, then it was a happy sushi dinner with clm, then she has to fly to hk. then i will see her on friday to get her tatt. will so miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reservist was tiring and terrible to say, siong. cos it was the battalion's 3rd ict, to be fair, usual for a young battalion like us, we were treated just like a nsf. first thing in the morning, the rsm [regiment sergeant major] said "sergeant, u need a cut". oh my god, i've seen reservistees with much much longer hair during my serivce days, 3-4 years ago. [1 even had a dong li huo che hair -_-]. and the thing is i did snip my length before i went to report! cant believe i need another cut. so ok, went for a cut, this time round, it was no longer the malay barber armed with just a shaver and thinks that he can use that to whip up the most mesmerising style, now its the "suai ge, come sit down, aiyoh so handsomeeee!" in the 30's aunties armed with more essential tools to a decent haircut. 3G [3rd generation] army u might say. and i had to pay 5 bucks for that, inflation haha. to be fair the aunties are eating more expensive rice than 4 years ago. yeah. but why my service pay is stagnant? cos SAF sucks. evidently, they sent me a letter ordering me to report for june's ict, and then shortly after, i received another letter for nov's ict. the fucking thing is, i haven even report for june's ict then and they are already sending me another ict for nov. isnt that crazy?! then after i reported into june's ict, which is last week, i got to know there will be another in next apr as well. fucking mas selemat. his escape seems to fuel the more pressing need for more active training, in case he gathers his ah neh terrorist comrades to come seek revenge on us for captivating him. cos since when did reservist is so often and crazy? haha hope i see mas selemat soon. he is the only person who can end the whole country men's misery and i will be 8,888 richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the first taste of whats expected in this young battalion. i lost my facial wash on the first day haha! didnt bring my slippers for showers! ah, had to go around begging for extra slippers lol! but as expected who will bring an extra slippers?! had to buy in the end. the dramatic thing is i didnt bring enough money. had to go around begging for money wahaha. first day in pro, immediately drawing rifles and stores, bed sheets and stuff makes the whole battalion mood sink. cos its the sign of staying for long. trust me, guys will know this feeling sux. 2nd - 6th day for me include the ranges and ippt, defence training, meeting and more meetings. everyday lasts til 1-2am, with one of the days lasted til 4am. everyday slept 2-3 hours. no wonder men expectancy age is lower. the riflemen rests and play soccer after their training, we do the same, but we dun rest after that, we do safety supervision for them, meetings and meetings while they rest. sergeants. sergeants are dogs. we go s.i.s.p.e.c aka 'suffer in silence plus extra confinement.' coincidentally, sispec advocates pride. p.r.i.d.e is just = ppl rest i do extra. we train with live bullet rounds, and could lose our lives anytime. after all that we giv to the country, laid down our lives for our motherland. we see ah tiongs, ah nehs, siam kias taking our seats in lecture halls in nus ntu. not that my results are not good. but without the ah tiongs ah neh and siam kias, i'm sure i have a place. the cabinet says foreign talent, why dun they draft them into army since they are so talented and make our army much stronger? singapore in its eagerness to attract foreign talent are at the same time losing local talents. locals who feels patriotic and will fight for the country, however many are migrating to aus, cana, where life is at a slower pace. after offering them the supposely renowned ntu nus degree, which so-called foreign talent would wan to stay in singapore anyway? ERP just increased by another 5 gantries on top of the current 32 that we are having. if the foreign talented really got brains, they will know its better to just go back to china times 5 the money and become rich than stay here, where earnings and spending are already becoming way inproportionately insane. in short we are slaves the moment we are born with a dick here. does this fucking country appreciate or remember who's laying down their lives for this supposely sacred soil where our home belongs, and where our loves one are. not that we arent willing to serve our country, but in every 1 year SAF wants us to reservist how many times? 3 times? its peace-time now, not war time. not forgetting we have regular forces and national service armies. its a large enough force for peace-time defense. dun we have our own lives with work and studies? its not as if they are short short icts. 7 days, then nov 14 days, apr 8 days. how are we gonna tell our bosses? we will lose our jobs u know? how many lectures we gonna skip? who cares? military defence is important, no doubt, if not others wud already been eyeing at our 'garden city' already, but surely there is no need in peace-time, disrupt the ppl's work/studies lives in such an inappropriate manner, or at least keep it to the bare minimum interference wud be appreciated. democratic society i laughed. teo chee hean is cunning, its actually 'dictatocratic' in disguise. i should had just downgrade all the way to become a clerk than strive for anything better. darn, i should had downgrade all the way to be just like my friend who is a dentist assistant, who serve 9-5, making phone calls "sir, ur appt is now, can u pls make ur way down thank you". no reservist for these jokers, no liabilities to the country, no loss of income when u have to take no pay leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the verdict is out on "zhang ming" the famous guy who smuggled a rifle with 8 live rounds to kill his gf and family, was sentenced to 9 years 2 month jail with 18 strokes of the rottan. its sad to see a fellow servicemen wallow in such misery, stray and walked down this self-destruction road. apparently his gf wanted to leave him when he is serving his ns. so he couldn't take it, and planned a massacre to kill his gf and her family and then ending his own life, which luckily didnt happen. well, sad case. sometimes, when my men and i gather and talk, i realised alot of them share very sad cases. in fact i got to know 2 of them actually almost fell into depression due to the fact they were actually sacked/replaced in their company when they came back from ict last year. and they only got to know it when they report back to work the following week. imagine u're away for 1-2 weeks, then u report back to work, suddenly to see someone new seating right at ur desk, then being called into ur boss office to tell u are not needed, here's ur 3 weeks retrenchment benefits. feel for them :/ especially 1 of them is married with kids. greatest sympathy for my guys, adrian and liang. this is clearly a society problem here, analysing the recent 10 years election results, shows that trends are slowly but surely tilting towards the other opposition parties, no longer does pap enjoys walkthrough wins. even lau goh has to come out of his mountain as a special guest to aid fight in elections, and even he lost hougang. this only shows one thing, the public is slowly but surely displeased generally and turning to other alternatives. this is dangerous, even the great zhuge liang once said "安民心者, 得天下" it advocates that, power stays with those who has the people's support. a leader without any followers is just leading himself isnt it? my guess is expect a shift in power in 20-30 years. i sound like a prophet haha. if it really happens, its important to me, and my generation, the D.E.W.K.S [double earners with kids] because, tat wud mean we will all be 55 then? and we are the ones who will go thru the transition if there really is a change in goverance. pap is good yes, SARS was handled extremely well, with utmost urgency, but, my guess is that its shortcomings in other areas, the displeasure and the way the govt has turned the country's culture into, has struck frost arrows into many individual's heart. clear-eyed individuals can see, more and more people just care for themselves, u board the bus, u know the people just cut queue, squeeze and shove u from behind in order to rush to get a seat. i mean, if u feel ur diapers are gonna drop and u wan a seat u sit lor. although my leg has a broken bone in it, i can stand no problems, but just dun brush my arm and wet my t-shirt with ur wet fishes and crabs from market. few days ago on the papers, a &lt;strong&gt;crippled&lt;/strong&gt; middle-aged man fell into singapore river, he could not swim of cos, he's crippled. and he struggled, screaming for help, with the full view of the crowd that had gathered by then to watch the commotion. for 3-4 long mins for a non swimmer, no one jumped into the water to save him, nor call the police, nor even throw him a bouy, there is sure to have life bouys around water areas [NEA's safety regulations]. a few of them even took out their handphones to video the cripple drowning! i mean what's that for? to show the police evidence that u are not the one who pushed him into the river? a life's at stake, do something constructive! then finally 2 teenagers who just passed by jumped in to save him. even they commented after that they are shocked no one helped. see, garden city. beautiful. but ugly people. hyenas culture. where hyenas would sit by and enjoy seeing the lion kill a deer, then after the lion had his fill, the hyenas would go in and let off a chuckle saying : "hee, FOC wan must take. keke" maybe its not all who are like this. upbringing u would say. but the way the culture is as it is for singaporeans, surely the govt has a part to play. PM lee says we need to stay competitive in the region, if not the world in terms of education. and his aim is that every 10 person, 7 are degree holders. is that neccessary? stop the certificate society for a while pls. at least the focus should not be on our greatest strength now, but our weaknesses. u turn ur head, u would almost everytime see undergrads or grads. who doesnt have at least an N'level or O'level? i would say very few doesnt. our education foundations as a country is indeed so strong that neighbouring countries would take 100 years to catch up. so the phrase 'stay competitive' is not in context anymore. now its time for morals, social responsibilities, green issues, energy saving. before the world hits an ice age again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, went to the airport to see clm off to the plane, went for another hair cut to salvage the square cut i got from the aunties. 3 hair cuts in a month lol. sigh. reached home, went to a gathering with army friends for dinner at sebawang seafood, ate so much, so full haha. then i read some papers, came across a very interesting article. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;bees are dying at a alarmingly fast rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u might say, isnt that gd, no more bees attack yay! hah, i also thought so. but, the article indicates that without bees, there would be crop problems. this is esp so for crops which are not self dispersed, as in they need pollinators like bees to help them reproduce. they include almonds, apples, pears, cherries, strawberries, bananas, citrus fruits etc. all these are essential fruits in the diets of the mass around the world, and of cos honey. so what is exactly killing the bees? virus mutation, termed 'israeli acute paralysis virus' which a affected bee will spread to the whole colony leaving frozen bees dead in their hives. cellphones, the radiation interferences interupt the bees' navigation back to their hives [bees has bad eyesight], as they are away from the protection of their hives, it causes them to be vulnerable to attacks by other insects and predators. and mites, aka bees parasites immune to pesticides, these mites could kill the entire colony in days. in this economy of rising prices in food supplies, coupled with dying bees, its no wonder the international agriculture bodies are sounding the alarm. even haagen dazs' is chipping in with efforts to help preserve the natural habitat for bees. now that is social responsibility, however not to forget their 73 flavours of ice cream worldwide depends on these fruits to say. quoting einstein once said "without bees, the world would starve within 4 years" wow, i trust einstein, but there still seafood and stuffs right? but to be fair, who can imagine a world without our favourite banana splits, almond nut muffins, chocolate peanut butter and of cos the holly berries &amp;amp; cherries for christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-1760590937105426264?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1760590937105426264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=1760590937105426264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/1760590937105426264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/1760590937105426264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-nail.html' title='hard nail'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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-37756265.post-6363809041777139281</id><published>2008-06-02T18:48:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:02:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey guys, i'm back! a tough year and with work n studies. this year is exceptionally tough with the killer modules. not foundation units anymore. now i'm 4/5 done. i rem my lect always say when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. but when the going gets this tough, i've nvr imagined to hav meiyi by my side. well usually, i dun post during my exams period, but come on, she deserves it. so there goes my dedication of this entry to her. [guess u guys guessed as much alr huh, for those i've missed out, i will catch up with u guys after my exams. yes i have the 'lastest' paper in the whole uol syllabus. 10th june!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGzAT29mPNY/SEPQ_Sk_-II/AAAAAAAAAAM/73N3W2ON80w/s1600-h/23-05-08_1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207235379907786882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGzAT29mPNY/SEPQ_Sk_-II/AAAAAAAAAAM/73N3W2ON80w/s200/23-05-08_1952.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the one person who hav brought me alot of joy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grateful to hav her, always supporting me during this demoralising crazy uol exams.. things wud not have been better without her constant 'ghosting in and out' of my revision.. really enjoyed the times we hav and she nvr ever leaves me alone esp after every paper when i feel like dying! thanks for being there, my sweetheart. and i really appreciate her in every way and the things she has done/said.. okay its getting mushy. in case ppl are wondering, [jackson], shes not kelly poon.. haha. joking bro. well, i told meiyi tat my fren jackson mentioned tat she looked like kelly poon [maybe just the picture]. but she says she dun really like kelly poon -__-. haha but i told her looking like a celeb is better than nothing right?! hmm well, but if i hav to say, i dun think u really look like her la. so no worries k dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207235384202754194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGzAT29mPNY/SEPQ_ik_-JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VsUiUvADpAE/s200/26-05-08_1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;just love her smiles..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380279219452098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fGzAT29mPNY/SERUxik_-MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PqcNR_BNPLE/s200/DSC01313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she absolutely melts my heart. i've not felt so for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;dear, thanks for the way u brighten up my life, and in such a way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yawnz... back to the stupid notes.. well dinner first.. cant wait for my last paper on 10th june to end. hope to get to some ball kicking with my bros soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-6363809041777139281?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6363809041777139281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=6363809041777139281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/6363809041777139281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/6363809041777139281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGzAT29mPNY/SEPQ_Sk_-II/AAAAAAAAAAM/73N3W2ON80w/s72-c/23-05-08_1952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-3640281549187136035</id><published>2008-02-06T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:44:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY ah CNY.</title><content type='html'>this cny is another where i cant enjoy. thanks to mr JAMES KWAN. test and 31qns as homework. yes financial reporting is tough. they say its 3/4 of ACCA. and wat is ACCA? its the ultimate module that auditors have to take. i dunno how i am going to survive this realli hair-splitting module. at the end of today's lecture, everyone's face realli turned green after the wrapping up of the consolidated accounts chapter. my hair has extra style after the lesson too. gd luck to me and my fellow mates. we shall survive this. oh and someone really irritated me when he asked whether this vday i have any date, and commented how sad, in wat seemed like a sacarstic tone. well, all the best to his date then. i just wish my family and frens happy for this new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-3640281549187136035?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3640281549187136035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=3640281549187136035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/3640281549187136035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/3640281549187136035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-ah-cny.html' title='CNY ah CNY.'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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-37756265.post-5105680374792771800</id><published>2007-11-29T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:52:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its just emotions taking me over</title><content type='html'>hey surprise. i'm going back to st james to work. i really got mixed feelings about going back. happy because going back to a familiar workplace where i noe the collegues. disappointed because i really hope to be working in a job that is related to my studies which is either accounting or marketing. these 2 are my major.. i had hoped that working in either of this field can act as a platform in my career when i graduate. u noe, like i would hav at least 1-2 yrs of experience in that field already, like a better prospect of promotion and sorts. its like i'm already 23, where my poly girl frens would have already been in the workforce for 4-5 yrs already by the time i grad. indeed, some of them are doing very well in their line. i just cant seem to find a part time accounting job that can fit my sch timetable. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back to study with uni frens today. so stressful. everything thats been taught. we just cant understand everything. i realise, at this level to understand 100% of a subject is just really impossible. i think i can only grasp 70%. the other 30% is just impossible for me. no matter how we read, from the subjects guide, to the lect notes, to the textbooks, to the additional readings. no matter how we concentrate and listen in lect, how we just jot down every single point the lecturer says. its really is just frustrating that its impossible to grasp everything. its is just so broad. we were tired and we started talking. den 2 of my frens we were the rather quite close kind. we were just craping when they commented that i seemed v unfrenly when i dun smile, like acting cool haha.. sigh.. i noe.. i noe. i perfectly know wat they were talking abt. anyway this is not the first time ppl had said that. but usually from ppl who dunno me i guess. its quite hurting u noe.. its like my face is like stern when i dun smile or when i'm seriously concentrating on something? its just the face i m born with i guess.. i didnt like purposely act it argh. who still has the energy when its like 10hrs in sch already. and why wud i do it if it doesnt make me more frens? duhz. i dun detest it. just that if ppl are interested in being frens, den they should make the effort to noe me better? friendships takes effort dun it? ppl who noe me, well enuff to an extent, noe that i crap and joke alot. i'm just someone who is normal hearted. someone who cant even entertain the thought of old ppl standing beside me without a seat on the train that i always giv up my seat. i'm just someone who is very normal, who just wants to do the right things in life. i can talk to jamie anything and everything. she sud noe. my close frens noe i'm full of nonsense. i noe its my expression when i m absolutely feeling normal that is like acting cool. but i cant change my face. haiz sometimes feel that its demoralising. To a stage that sometimes i feel like, since like that person think this way just by judging from my no nonsense look, den why not i just show this person wat is the 'maximum' dun heck care him or her 'face'(expression). after all, this is wat i do best. since when i dun even need to put an extra effort to my expressions already so 'dao' liao. now i just need to make a little more frown i think he/she will just shun me. great. another 'too bad no effort' fren just went past in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-5105680374792771800?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5105680374792771800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=5105680374792771800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/5105680374792771800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/5105680374792771800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-just-emotions-taking-me-over.html' title='its just emotions taking me over'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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-37756265.post-3542672652789646645</id><published>2007-11-15T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:12:03.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle. Laksa. mai hum.</title><content type='html'>nothing much has been happening recently, everyday jus go to sch, after that enjoy my weekly dose of the red half in manchester. no life ah u say. still finding my way thru the new modules.. but i believe i will come gd this yr. i realli hope so. this yr is all so important. all the subjects stand a credit point each. which class honours u ask me. stupid ppl need to work hard u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite next, my lect mate jeremy he is so so infatuated by this girl in sch. he calls this girl his future. cos he dunno her name. and they share the same lect for msm. geez! the way i see it, he is so head over heels into her la. when we go home tgt, he will say how she look so cute today, how shy she look laaa. too bad no chance to talk to her laaa.... haha blah. call it fatal seduction. call it girl oogling instead of supposed to be like copying notes? sometimes on the way home he wud just smile for nothing. i ask him wtf? he say she is cute. okay. and then, sometimes he is jus low. i ask him wtf? he say he saw her in the bookshop but dun dare to talk to her. i think if i m that girl i wud just love him la. if not realli v the gung1 kor4. but hey, my fren here he has a target. well and then, i got this girl in my lect wearing a beckenbaur jacket. with a classic golden watch. one day she wears this, another day she comes in office wear crumpled like its just taken out from the washing machine after spinning it dry, but somehow it just looks nice. den another she comes in poc-dots from head to toes all so retro. den i tell jeremy, "hey that girl there... she's... interesting?" haha well.. actualli i'm just curious like what kind of person she is? why so interesting? u mean she owns such a broad range of fashion taste?? u noe, that kinda of curiosity.. from then on we just observe wat dress sense she's into today hahaha.. we are so lame. AND everytime when we enter the lt, i will be eager to check out wat style she's "into" today. AND always kana caught by her. opps. damn. that kind ya noe. then jeremy wud say : "eh go know her then u can ask her lor." then everytime i say: "huh.... dun want la..." that noob jeremy wud say i hum. zzZZZzz!!! i mean okay, she is the kind that makes me curious alright.. but how to just go up and say :"hey, er actualli... u got a interesting fashion sense...." "and by the way... where did u get the golden watch from? its like so cool..." duhz! okay la i hum la i say.. sadded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-3542672652789646645?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3542672652789646645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=3542672652789646645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/3542672652789646645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/3542672652789646645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2007/11/uncle-laksa-1-bowl-mai-hum.html' title='Uncle. Laksa. mai hum.'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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-37756265.post-6175179601886550853</id><published>2007-11-10T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T02:37:03.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much of a struggle jusT for a meaning..</title><content type='html'>people stuggle too often. struggle to stay alive, struggle to make ends meet miserably, struggle to make everyone else happy, much as i like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its hard to please everyone, and wat for? cos even when u finally suceed making everyone else ard u happy, theres still somebody in this world that is unhappy. and thats u urself. cos thats after tolerating all the shit in order to make others happy. some people just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the struggle in life is just so much like treading water. keep kicking not knowing when u can stop, cos once u do, u sink.. jus deeper and deeper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, some people enjoy treading water,  some just dun even wish to get into the pool. how abt u??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-6175179601886550853?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6175179601886550853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=6175179601886550853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/6175179601886550853'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-1616417399593261164?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1616417399593261164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=1616417399593261164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/1616417399593261164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/1616417399593261164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2007/08/years-fly-by.html' title='years fly by'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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-37756265.post-6211879175914357014</id><published>2007-07-19T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:21:30.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Nature</title><content type='html'>I no longer know what is the sun like when it scorched my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer know how it feels like washing myself in my sweaty red devils jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer feel the wrath of my thunderbolt booties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer, feel that my heart skip that beat. alongside any certain somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, everything is numb.. too perplex to hav any certain feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly convinced that i live this life to the max. with no intermission between periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i wont see day turn to night. neither how wonderfully the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet the struggle for freedom of this wrangle persists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nature wants to drill a man, and skill a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nature wants to mould a man to play the noblest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncompromisingly, she yearns with all her heart to create so great and bold a man.. that all the world shall praise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her method, watch her ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she ruthlessly perfects a man she royally elects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she hammers him and hurt him and with those lowdown blows that converts him into shapes of utter sad fuck which only nature herself understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nature wants to wake a man. When nature wants to make a man to do heaven's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what cunning she prepares him. How she happily gloats and never spares him, how she whets him and frets him and in poverty she cursed it upon him.... How she often disappoints those whom she sacredly appoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nature wants to name a man, fame a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nature shames that man so to make him do his heavenly best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries the highest test that her cunniest may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a god or king. She reins him and restrains him, keeps him yearning for ever more, to induce his ever burning desire to stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lures and lacerates his soul. cast a jungle in front of him, so that he clear it, casts a desert on him, so that he fear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Subdue it if he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her purpose, watch her ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools are those who called her blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he walks his feet torn.. toes bleed and bruised, his spirits dun heed. His hopes burn in the presence of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisis! crisis! The people beseeched salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader heeded the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nature she showed her despicable plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has found this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-6211879175914357014?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6211879175914357014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=6211879175914357014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/6211879175914357014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/6211879175914357014'/><link 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oh, nt even close. well, just cudnt compare to my poly days at all.. now, this exams left my a little shocked, a little surpised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocked by the intensity, by the high standards.&lt;br /&gt;suprised by the unexpected discoveries of my strengths, and of cos my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sociology paper, big hoo haa. newspaper, news.. students crying outside the exams hall. tat who i tot was a gd fren of mine gave me the crapiest thing i ever heard. watever conflicts i take it like a man, a few days later i will go b joking w him. its just tat i had my reservations nowadays ever since turf club job incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that sentence sudn b said. it convinced me. he, misplaced our frenship. he sud noe some campb, i dun look back. a man has consequences he has to bear for actions he does. like me, if i studied harder earlier in the yr, i sud had been aiming first class, unlike now hoping for that bonus 2nd class instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway true frens takes time to show, its a pity it took so long and diden show. but, i'm realli glad tat a few brothers sup me. patrick lee kar keng is a seebee. heck care 'father' type. but he sup me. happy. realli nvr waste i sup him when he at his lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say the most 幸福 thing that can happen, is to find someone that u love. but so? u busy shag from outfield. pegassus. buckspeed. swiftarrow. safka. tigerjack. giantbuaya. type also so many. go thru them worse than typing 100,000 times. no time go out. she screw u. leave for france. u think she will sup u. frens u busy v long nvr see dem.. nvr call dem.. they sup u. so which one more 幸福? think abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-941710936576842772?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-1096270080945410160</id><published>2007-05-05T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:41:10.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me tt i stil live..</title><content type='html'>i've nvr imagined switching from a discipline to another can be as tough as it is...&lt;br /&gt;true i've struggled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wondered.. nut, hey but i'm still an associate engineer to say e least. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i not going out and start earning my 2k.. why am i not going out to finally get out of this cycle tat revolves ard the money makes e world goes round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i constantly struggle with myself. its a struggle for freedom n yet.. its another burning desire to try to make the best outta my life.. i diden think life wud b so fragile til WTC fell.. oh yes.. being blond deserved to be bombed anyway.. den they said allah told them to.. i can imagine allah's embrassement. when he saw jesus at pearly gates.. and all he cud say is : bro really not me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr has been a tough 'adaption'. like a commando.. i tried blending into these foreign bases.. sometimes i feel my courage left me.. the courage of soldiering on.. inspirations left me for dead.. its just so disheartening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my papers are nearing.. not only i wan to get them off the blocks.. i wan to keep them right up there.. where another day of showcase fills my stone cold heart with pride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after then i will keep that physco piles of tree-made rubbish.. locked in a cupboard for a sentence of a period.. on a charge of serial murders of my countless nights of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see the sun again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-37756265.post-5746442899192569271</id><published>2007-04-18T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:14:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i must die another day</title><content type='html'>hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back for nw... haha.. i noe aze's complaining i din update my post for soo long.. lol.. been v v stressed... exams coming in 3 wks.. realli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams i going to enjoy myself :P i realli hope i can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite.. yup busy, but still, i jus cant suppress e poetic blood tat flows within me. i just cant post something simply.. sometimes i suspect i'm of italian lineage or sth likedat.. hey well.. actualli, its jus the random tots tat jus wun leave my mind alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day light breaks once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has begun... but still no sleep has arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My torso weary.. my mind overworked.. i lie awake reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of what I am unsure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to break free from the cycle I endure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is the same and the nights are undistinguished.. I feel as though I am being pushed along with the tide, Unable to break free from the everyday flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be freed from the grasp of ordinary.. And become that person I have always longed for.. Express myself in every way, and conquer the dreams as I lie awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I may fall asleep and put my mind to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn.. burning to make changes in my life and help pitiful souls in tis cold and materialistic world.. how noble n wonderful it wud be to touch everyone's life in a positive way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave my mark on this society.. before I fade away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-5746442899192569271?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5746442899192569271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=5746442899192569271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know wat i'm doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time in my life.. second coming.... cross roads has became an dead end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr felt so lost.. gd luck to me. gd luck to the events coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tonight.. thou shall not pass this path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that.. of an indescribable evanishment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.... awaits a saviour in e name of serenity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i need it.. that badly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-7444809812612362222?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7444809812612362222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=7444809812612362222' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;只怪我们爱得那么汹涌&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱得那么深&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;于是梦醒了&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;搁浅了沉默了挥手了&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;却回不了神&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果当初在交会时能忍住了激动的灵魂&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;也许今夜我不会让自己在思念里... 沉沦..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-8535835429606686724?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8535835429606686724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=8535835429606686724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/8535835429606686724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/8535835429606686724'/><link rel='alternate' 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this game get deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the walls of these confinements.. beyond these apirations..&lt;br /&gt;there lies incredible fire.. that cud burn any confession..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confessions not abt disclosure of sins.. but abt absolutions..&lt;br /&gt;absolutions not abt freedom of guilt.. but abt true release of my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whenever i swam.. i swam hard..&lt;br /&gt;only fault myself not getting a buoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams.. he told me its not abt the buoy..&lt;br /&gt;but the season's tide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my might.. i flapped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day.. i will swim accross this river..&lt;br /&gt;into that piece of vast.. to seek a new beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-975594773952553013?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-3958259545593098581</id><published>2007-01-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:19:54.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beddy</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time... There's a boy named Alex.. His father worked in the shipyard. And he too followed his father at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after another,&lt;br /&gt;but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought&lt;br /&gt;in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately&lt;br /&gt;went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would&lt;br /&gt;know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into&lt;br /&gt;his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something.&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away.&lt;br /&gt;The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the&lt;br /&gt;old man for ten thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"&lt;br /&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU GUESS WHAT WAS THE BREAK DOWN????&lt;br /&gt;Alex n his father read the bill that states:&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer. ............. . $ 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap..........$ 9,998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral is,&lt;br /&gt;Effort is important,&lt;br /&gt;but knowing where to make&lt;br /&gt;an effort in your life makes the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-3958259545593098581?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3958259545593098581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=3958259545593098581' title='1 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had it covered. just. i mean. at 2.21am. hey but still early. decided to get a new post in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din sleep well last nite.. the air con kept swtiching off by itself.. it kept waking me up in drops of sweat. haha. think my air con needs some servicing soon man.. or mayb get a proper fan in case..&lt;br /&gt;think i only slept abt 2 hrs actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got a full day in sch plus the trip to relc to pay my exam fees. surprisingly i'm not that tired now too. ya noe, the trip to relc today also signifies exams is nearing, forcing its way into my schedule come may. stress building up eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is an never ending learning process, cos no matter how u learn to cope with stress, still u cant perfect it. hahaha... true not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fren said to me, "tough times dun last. tough man do."  this, i feel is crap. tough times dun end, after sch, its work stress, then its ur own family. its abt adopting different ways of coping with those times, at different stages of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, only the sentence life is a never ending learning process is true. my stance now is, at this stage, whenever, i'm stressed, i jus go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the NEXT day, i wake up with renewed determination. bcos the human mind works jus likedat. sleep can remove some of the sadness, happiness, emotions, stress, that u were feeling last night. its like, the joke u found so funny last night, dun seem so funny the next morning after all. right? its like the brain reconciles watever feelings u were feeling before the sleep and adjust it to a more neutral scale the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it really works for me, tried n proven. i'm glad i found my stress relief! til next time, Au Revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-6077594763045888729?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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that i wanna fufil. like my resolution bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the next year. faster come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHO..&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH....&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Merry Merry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-4508873130555258927?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4508873130555258927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=4508873130555258927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/4508873130555258927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man. i just tell myself to relax this month for i'm going to need tons of chocolate to destress.. judgement day is getting closer day by day.. i dun need a judge. but, i'm judged by the society. get in.. get in and be judged. com'on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i really need somebody to be there.. really.. sometimes i cant make it on my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-7471179513821383572?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7471179513821383572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=7471179513821383572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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some english lit kinda prose.. n then last wk a extraordinary post on turf club heroes. shit i'm gone case.. i sud had taken on a degree with script writing. all my ideas are so out of the world that i'll b rich very soon. haha chill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean chill. er, to myself.. i need to focus on my work man.. weekends are meant for work nowadays.. i dun even hav much chance to hang out with frens.. cant even hav my soccer sessions on sun morning le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta do tuts after reach home from work ya noe.. jus hope they understand.. someone asked why i 'MIA' for a month. but, funny thing is sometimes jus hope ppl will call me out.. so i can hav a reason to force myself out man.. cos i jus cant find excuse to relax myself. hahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya noe, some frens think i really crap alot.. full of nonsense.. but all i wan to do is to entertain them, make them happy n laugh.. it also relieves my stress n makes me happy.. i can laugh crazily sometimes.. but, after that i feel so much better.. my way of destress.. anyway they must hav missed my shit. haha.. being alone, i really think v impt things.. too much for me to take myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey but its all worth it.. i really grew v independent this couple of years. no money from mum, resist using my dad's car. phenomenally, revising sch work myself.. cant believe it myself either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, sim is renovating to build an escalator.. evrything is changing, so much so i feel i've changed too. actually another reason for behaving crazily is my inability of getting over my past rship. well, its jus another typical sad love story u will see on tv man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however slowly.. but surely, i'm feeling better n better as time goes by.. been one n a half yrs since.. come to realise wat ppl said is true abt 'time heals all wounds' though its a pity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly.. but surely.. feeling better n less negative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why last sun nite, smoking by the window when its raining.. suddenly tis tot 'she's gone, accept it bcos too bad u have to serve,' 'jus take it as our rship din pass the test of time. anyway both of us are wrong in handling alot of things too. lets learn fron this, lets move on ba.' didnt dare entertain tis tot all along for so long.. suddenly when tis feeling came out from my brain juices.. theres an immense feeling of relief.. i guess tis time i'm really ready to untie that expired dead knot which cant be undone so long for unknown reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything will turn for the better soon.. mayb.. dad will get a job..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-1358448411490145486?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-2727049132789600852</id><published>2006-12-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T02:58:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnOther "OnE oF thosE dayS"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days... that i reach home feel like collapse in the bath room toilet. err.. n slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days... i have to force myself on her... oh i mean it,, the tutorial sheet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days.... when i reach hm, its a cave for bats... here nothing holds true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days... turning to this blog, e only place where i'm true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days... u jus said u wanted ice.. so i made u freeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days... had to convince myself, this whole place is fucking blissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jus one of those days ur on the brink of falling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-2727049132789600852?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2727049132789600852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=2727049132789600852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/2727049132789600852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/2727049132789600852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-one-of-those-days.html' title='AnOther &quot;OnE oF thosE dayS&quot;...'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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-37756265.post-6393692904990502935</id><published>2006-12-03T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:31:09.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hMm.. theme: why dO i lOve her..</title><content type='html'>She moves.. in beauty.. of cloudless n starry skies.&lt;br /&gt;beauty.. oh wat black beauty.&lt;br /&gt;i cant, cant take my gaze off her aspect and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;thus mellowed by her tender light..&lt;br /&gt;where thoughts serenely sweet flash my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enticed, clearly enticed..&lt;br /&gt;by the way she's above me..&lt;br /&gt;not the way she embraces..&lt;br /&gt;like sweet love, her gazes mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;we must hav shared a thousand words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone, i'm not wretched..&lt;br /&gt;she jus has to go.&lt;br /&gt;true, not true at all.&lt;br /&gt;she din leave for some else.&lt;br /&gt;enticed, just enticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiles that win, the expressions that glow&lt;br /&gt;one shade the less.. one ray the more..&lt;br /&gt;however much, however solaced..&lt;br /&gt;cant hold her to stay jus the moment..&lt;br /&gt;but wat rendezvous..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she moves.. oh, so ever gracefully ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-6393692904990502935?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-290971004814667627</id><published>2006-12-02T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:15:43.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme: dreAm aNother dAy</title><content type='html'>someone's mus b sayin a prayer.. sayin that something mus see me thru.. &lt;br /&gt;i got a new job. happy. no need to see those punters le. dun need to endure spitters in front of my counter.. hahaha.... dun need to get cough n flu for wks... by all the germs.. eeeyerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pale moonlight. someone's thinking of me. oh, how very sweet. &lt;br /&gt;yah.. i accidentally took my fren's lect notes b home.. hahaha... too rushy. gotta start work on time mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it seems how very far apart we are. who knows we might b wishing upon the same bright star. &lt;br /&gt;okie.. i will bring it next lect la... dun gan jeong la.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the night starts singing e lonesome lullaby. alas.. me and my aspirations still slping under the same dim lit sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"outwit, outplay, outlast"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-290971004814667627?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/290971004814667627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=290971004814667627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/290971004814667627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/290971004814667627'/><link 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X [</title><content type='html'>alright.. i'm back to normal blogging.. enuff about e gahmen, so tough to write in that language... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'am totally shagged out le... friday, sat, sun, mon work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginning to feel the strain... i jus fall aslp so easily these days... even overslept on e bus to clementi that day to sch... haha din even play dota with my frens for sooo long.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to work after my econs test too... just keep working everyday last wkend.... din even hav time to study 4 my test properly... REALLI VERY SAD... going to score badly... i realli did study... so tired when i reach home everyday... but i forced myself to sit there n complete the tutorials... 3 days.. n i was so happy to go for the test... so proud of myself... but, the test came out Constant return to scale. and i studied eveything except that! my god... wtf? i did all the questions except crs bcos i was so tired n cant possibly cover evry crook n cranny.. tot it wun be so suay come out... i tel u.. tis time... i just feel like bang wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum even ask me why do i hav to go work on mon... how can i not work when shes the only one working in the family? i'm 22, i sldn b taking money from her anymore... i wan to stand by this principle... altho sometimes.. the 'ku' is not something everybody wil understand... ppl who experience it will noe... even.. i think i will just cold turkey myself from cigarettes soon.. die den die.... the saddest thing tis wk is i studied so hard for test... so disappointed with myself.... i really hate tis feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can pull myself up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-1816848311016802194?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1816848311016802194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=1816848311016802194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/1816848311016802194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/1816848311016802194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-week-x.html' title='WhAt a WeEK........ 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The 'ba chor mee' man, why his stall got cctv. hard to esprain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays got this 183 club, they say u buy their cd got give u one umbrella. i go ask the person, he say umbrella finish. ppl buy cd or wan to hav umbrella. i dun know. now the bands v funny. some 5566 can become 183, later 7 flower some dunno come from where. 1 person can 2 band group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore gahmen is fuck. 7% gst, i go restaurant eat must pay 10% sc. i eat 100 dollar must pay 117. this money gahmen say give to poor. den why poor also must pay 7% gst? to better compensate poor, dun need increase gst. stupid gahmen can income tax the fucking rich one, like those who 1 yr, earn more than 1 million, tax him 40 percent. he need so much money for wat? he can throw money in the wishing well, every min throw 1 dollar continuously, if he dun nid slp la. throw for 1 yr, still got left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat time, election i vote sda, gahmen dulan. i ord, they lost my ic. say cannot find. i enlist into army that day, i say i lost ic can anot. sure gimme 10 day pieh inside db. now, they lost my ic, i must say plz find for me. cannot even hav freedom to vote. still wan to put geitai say democracy here n there. i ord, come out. i got mya ma cert. can do wat? they say can become taxi uncle. 22 yrs old how to apply? mummy ask me go take degree. got degree mayb can drive mercedes taxi. more high class. auto gear somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sociology teacher say, ppl in the society are actors. i think gahmen is actually the real tcs in disguise. the pm n mm is the master. the tay ping hui they all just cover nia. now u noe why gomez kana the 'gotcha' when he submit form. excellent angle somemore. angle 48.39 degree ok. dun play play. teacher say singapore gahmen pay themself highest pay in the world. cos dun wan them to be corlub. but highest pay, likedat is corlub openly wat. legal wan. never break any law ok. they like help the poor, donate their pay out better. they need so much money for wat. lao lee already so old, save so much money go hell still must buy mercede, live bungalow den song is it. ppl always think singapore gahmen gd. all these propaganda nia. no competition from opposition, all relac liao. all go turf club bet horse, corlub liao. got money bet horse, say so much wan to help poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl buy the Lky book. for wat? u write book, u will write last time in sch lao sai on pants, den let teacher chase out of class meh. all write how cool, handsome, fit lor. still got wat. buy liao den u kiao ka, xialan at home for wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'gahmen'&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-116430778890654921?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/116430778890654921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=116430778890654921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/116430778890654921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/116430778890654921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-it-comes-to-serious-blogging.html' title='ThE GaHmEn'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37756265.post-116422090355521866</id><published>2006-11-23T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:32:33.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turf CluB killS</title><content type='html'>well... ever since working in the turf club, i find that i have to blog... haha... the thought of, 'if i find my father there, i will chain him in the house' kinda of feeling.. haha. but seriously... Warning: horse betting kills. the ah peks a.k.a PUNTERS, they really bet n shout until they faint.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n still he get on his feet to continue to bet again.. i haerd from an auntie that got once someone had a heart attack when his horse won. god. and... they spit everywhere in this air conditioned room.... they will go grawwwh... n puiii. RIGHT in front of my counter. on the floor. me n syl was like eeeyerrrrrr..... argh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must horse betting be introduced in singapore? i really dun understand.. as if weekly 4Ds n Toto isnt enuff. now ppl like the ah peks are horse betting, soccer betting, On top of weekly 4Ds n Toto. after that, at ard 7pm, after the horse races ended, they will go to the kopitiam for beer. bottles n bottles of them. just how much money they spent on all these? the races usually are on wed, fri, sat sun, at 11am noon to 7pm... sometimes strecthing to 10.30pm. and some of the ah peks enter the outlet from the first min to the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, its safe to presume they r either unemployed or retired. dun they know their wives n children need them? would so love to spend time together? like me? that how i wished my father would stay less at e singapore pool outlet(2-3hrs. i heng already, very gd liao ok!), n spend more time with my mum? duhz. i am lucky, although i hate my father's soccer betting ways.. at least he dun horse bet. whew. at least for now. okie, whine enuff le.. go continue study account test le... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Character is not something you are born with, and, must take responsibility for forming."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37756265-116422090355521866?l=vincenzopeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/feeds/116422090355521866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37756265&amp;postID=116422090355521866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/116422090355521866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37756265/posts/default/116422090355521866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincenzopeh.blogspot.com/2006/11/well.html' title='Turf CluB killS'/><author><name>V*|ncent peh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07470800239137632012</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>
