tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165476442011-04-22T09:51:05.246+08:00There's always something waiting at the end of the road, if you're not willing to see what it is, you probably shouldn't be out there in the first place...Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-50640263591509708882009-02-24T23:28:00.005+08:002009-02-24T23:41:36.110+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vsn0M0Kjd78/SaQTtuPKr0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3M3OYOdTNvI/s1600-h/feng.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vsn0M0Kjd78/SaQTtuPKr0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3M3OYOdTNvI/s200/feng.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387937175973698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >喜欢喜欢喜欢喜欢喜欢喜欢喜欢</span><br /><br /><br />古巨基:喜欢<br />---------------<br />喜欢你的头发<br />喜欢你的脸颊<br />喜欢你微笑的时候眼里藏不住的光<br />喜欢你的害羞<br />喜欢你的疯狂<br />想要一天二十四个小时守在你身旁<br />喜欢开你玩笑喜欢叫你傻瓜<br />喜欢吓你一跳的时候看你慌张的模样<br />喜欢搭你肩膀喜欢你会怕痒<br />喜欢趁你没有防备偷袭你的手指甲<br />想要抱你一下贴紧我的胸膛<br />想要告诉你这样下去不是办法<br />想要把你绑架想要带你回家<br />想要非常认真严肃的承诺地老天荒<br />想要非常认真严肃的承诺地老天荒<br />思念你令我惊慌想到你令我膨胀<br />你的每个笑容都会令我幸福的快爆炸<br />见你的时候我总是说些傻呼呼的蠢话<br />令我随时随地濒临疯狂<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-5064026359150970888?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-40675049226919676252007-06-12T22:32:00.000+08:002008-12-11T12:11:26.532+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vsn0M0Kjd78/RnQwnlsDFpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MfJSTf5GDDg/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vsn0M0Kjd78/RnQwnlsDFpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MfJSTf5GDDg/s200/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076736136643286674" border="0" /></a>星期二，一起床，时间是local time 8:00AM. 由于泰国时间比新加坡慢一个小时，所以我比平常多睡了一小时...而且床也很舒服...感觉很好...<br /><br />怎么去上班？其实我不知道公司在哪里，记得那位泰国同事-WTJ跟我说：＂你坐BTS到Ari Station就是了＂．　我连BTS Station在哪里也不知道，怎么去Ari Station啊？　<br /><br />我住在酒店的1202房，拉开窗帘，哦...BTS Station 就在酒店的不远处...拿了公事包就朝ＢＴＳ的方向走去...买了ticket,30 Baht，我总算平安来到了Ari Station. Ari Station 里的sign board有写着我公司的名字，向左走就可以到达...<br /><br />走了5分钟就来到公司，拿起手机打电话给WTJ，他竟然还没到？？我只好在lobby等．．．最后WTJ终于出现了...第一天见面就迟到３０分钟...　<br /><br />(To be continued...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-4067504922691967625?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-80887766579018417492007-06-11T23:41:00.000+08:002008-12-11T12:11:26.676+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vsn0M0Kjd78/RnQ0X1sDFtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8BKZq4YKSQ/s1600-h/I+stay+here.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vsn0M0Kjd78/RnQ0X1sDFtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8BKZq4YKSQ/s400/I+stay+here.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076740264106858194" border="0" /></a>har? 什么cup啊 ? 一下飞机,站在机门口的空姐就和我说什么sawadikarp... 原来是泰国话...<br /><br />也不知道怎么搞的,公司的泰国仔因为没和客人谈好requirement,现在一团糟,就把我从新加坡拉过来"补锅".<br /><br />在机场叫了AIRPORT cab，哇!! 850 Baht，还蛮贵的...没办法啦，人生地不熟...<br /><br />乘着taxi大概45分钟左右就来到了 JW Marriott．　立刻 check in，然后就回房休息...<br /><br />一进房，第一个印象就是- ＂为什么浴室那么大？＂ =S<br /><br />现在已经是晚上11点多,不管啦...先好好睡一觉,其他的事明天再想吧...<br /><br />临睡前，想起今天发生了不愉快的事情，haiii...　其实只是小事一宗，为什么我会如此大的反应... 把你和我的情绪都弄的那么糟糕...　我真是深感抱歉．．．　I'm so sorry...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-8088776657901841749?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1166025395408614702006-12-13T23:52:00.000+08:002006-12-14T00:34:06.776+08:00<OBJECT codeBase=http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=5,0,0,0 height=340 width=460 classid=clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000><PARAM NAME="_cx" VALUE="7938"><PARAM NAME="_cy" VALUE="5292"><PARAM NAME="FlashVars" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="Movie" VALUE="http://flash.5yshow.com/flash/7/flash1774663018.swf"><PARAM NAME="Src" VALUE="http://flash.5yshow.com/flash/7/flash1774663018.swf"><PARAM NAME="WMode" VALUE="Window"><PARAM NAME="Play" VALUE="-1"><PARAM NAME="Loop" VALUE="1"><PARAM NAME="Quality" VALUE="High"><PARAM NAME="SAlign" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="Menu" VALUE="-1"><PARAM NAME="Base" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="Scale" VALUE="ShowAll"><PARAM NAME="DeviceFont" VALUE="0"><PARAM NAME="EmbedMovie" VALUE="0"><PARAM NAME="BGColor" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="SWRemote" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="MovieData" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="SeamlessTabbing" VALUE="1"><PARAM NAME="Profile" VALUE="0"><PARAM NAME="ProfileAddress" VALUE=""><PARAM NAME="ProfilePort" VALUE="0"><PARAM NAME="AllowNetworking" VALUE="all"><br /><embed src=http://flash.5yshow.com/flash/7/flash1774663018.swf pluginspage=http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash type=application/x-shockwave-flash width=480 height=360></embed></OBJECT><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-116602539540861470?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1155368210666483472006-08-10T20:35:00.001+08:002009-02-23T00:45:25.754+08:00<OBJECT ID="MediaPlayer1" width=350 height=300 classid="CLSID:22D6F312-B0F6-11D0-94AB-0080C74C7E95" codebase="http://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=6,0,02,902" standby="Loading Microsoft Windows Media Player components..." type="application/x-oleobject"><br /><PARAM NAME="FileName" VALUE="http://www22.brinkster.com/hwsuen/range.asf"><br /><PARAM NAME="animationatStart" VALUE="true"><br /><PARAM NAME="transparentatStart" VALUE="true"><br /><PARAM NAME="autoStart" VALUE="false"><br /><PARAM NAME="showControls" VALUE="true"><br /><EMBED type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" SRC="http://www22.brinkster.com/hwsuen/range.asf" name="MediaPlayer1" width=350 height=300 AutoStart=false><br /></EMBED><br /></OBJECT><br /><!--embed src="http://www22.brinkster.com/hwsuen/range.wma" width=350 height=300 controls=ControlPanel loop=false autostart=false volume=50 type=audio/x-pn-realaudio-plugin initfn=load-types mime-types=mime.types ><br /></embed--><br />哈哈哈...隔了两年后的今天我又去打golf了.<br />Hmm... 以为应该还记得怎么打,<br />復出的第一击竟然miss了.<br /><br />才知道有些东西久了没练就会生疏.<br />回忆也是一样,久了就会让时间冲淡...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-115536821066648347?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1155140461901230232006-08-06T00:13:00.000+08:002006-08-10T00:25:09.776+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/bugisphoto.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/bugisphoto.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>人家说,周日去健身的男人只有两种:<br /><br />一种是gay的,另一种是Ｎo-Life的．我想我应该还是第二类吧?最近在健身房遇见第一类的人,他竟然跟踪我到浴室,还真够变态...<br /><br />周日如果没有plan，我通常把时间花在听歌或guitar，不然的话就是去健身．朋友都说：＂哇，你经常去gym，一定很大只＂．哪有啊？我又没吃药，也没打针，怎样大哦．．．？<br /><br />想想一下，我的生活真的有点闷得发慌．换是另外一个人,可能早已经发疯了.除了星期四可能和一班同事去打羽毛球，星期一至五都是工作，下班后有时去gym．．．就好像没什么好做了．最近还有同事找我去打golf,还没答应他们呢．想起第一次打Ｄriving Range应该是在曼谷－2004年．现在我想连golf棍怎么拿也忘了．<br /><br />我的生活到底是怎么搞啦...? 或者平凡就是福?...唯有这样想可能比较觉得安慰吧...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-115514046190123023?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1151182294147319242006-06-25T04:30:00.000+08:002006-06-25T04:55:51.296+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/Copy%20of%20DSCF6360%20copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/Copy%20of%20DSCF6360%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Last saturday i went to a farewell party of my colleague who is going back to China for good.<br /><br />It was a small gathering and we had a good time singing karaoke, playing cards and watching the World Cup Live Telecast. 2 of my colleagues brought their own digital SLR camera and 1 of them caught my attention. I suddenly have a strong feeling to develop a new hobby - professional photo shooting ;)<br /><br />May be one day i can become like Simon Yam. Hahahaa...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"...当你晓得看事情不单只可以看表面, 你就会明白每一张相片背后的意思..." - <span style="font-weight: bold;">任达华<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-115118229414731924?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1150986026560667192006-06-22T22:16:00.000+08:002006-06-24T00:29:31.190+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/21evya.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/21evya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>有时候我在想,写了这么多的BLOG,其实有多少人读过...<br /><br />你啊...读了我的BLOG为什么不回贴啊 ?<br /><br />你不回贴的话, 总有一天会好像他一样后悔... 哈哈哈...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-115098602656066719?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1150212113907961482006-06-17T23:37:00.000+08:002006-06-21T23:43:00.970+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/join3.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/join3.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-115021211390796148?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1149436524266271662006-06-03T23:53:00.000+08:002006-06-23T23:42:36.310+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/Image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/Image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>今天是我的生日，我每年的生日都没有怎样特别的庆祝，就连二十一岁的生日也只是平平静静地过．<br /><br />有时偶尔也有蛋糕，但通常都是妈妈多煮两道我喜欢的菜肴就当着是庆祝了．有女朋友时，在生日的时候也会出去吃顿饭以示庆祝．<br /><br />今天，我很想回家．但是由于在新加坡的工作还没完成，如果我今天回去，我必须在明晚赶回来．但是如果我今天回去，又做不到我想要做的事，就会白跑一趟了，所以最后我还是留下来．<br /><br />这是我去年的生日蛋糕，是姐姐买的．去年的生日真的是蛮幸福的，在家里庆祝，最亲的每一个人都有在我身边．<br /><br />今年，除了同事们的祝福，我收到8个祝福的ＳＭＳ，一通祝福的电话．Hmm... 想想一下才知道其实我的朋友也不多...<br /><br />每个人在生日的那一天，多多少少都会有一点点的期望，你又知不知道我期望些什么呢？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114943652426627166?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1149436384278453922006-06-02T23:50:00.001+08:002008-12-13T11:17:46.759+08:00<!--a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00388_mod.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/DSC00388_mod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a-->今天，竟然连其他部门的Managers也知道明天是我的生日．其中一位Manager还特地驾车出去买了蛋糕回来在公司开Party呢．天啊...<br /><br />那个Manager还跟我说她在驾车途中撞伤了一只小鸟．她回头去想载小鸟去看医生，但是小鸟已经飞掉了... 还好，小鸟还能飞，应该没什么事吧... 阿弥陀佛...<br /><br />点了蜡烛，许了愿，接着就吃蛋糕咯...<br /><br />我许了什么愿？　<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I wish for world peace..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Ｈmm... doesn't it sounds great ?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Yeah, it is great if i'm competing in Miss Universe..."</span><br /><br />哈... 我的愿望怎么能告诉你呢... 你猜猜看吧...　　＝Ｐ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114943638427845392?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1149436235206024522006-06-01T23:49:00.000+08:002006-06-05T00:33:51.600+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00286.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/200/DSC00286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>不懂谁把我的大日子公佈于天下,现在整个SG部门的员工都知道我再过两天就生日了.所以今天中午一大班人就说要请我去吃Buffet庆祝一下.虽然那个Buffet不是很合我的胃口,但是有那么多人陪我庆祝,还是第一次...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114943623520602452?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1149328750237523042006-05-28T17:55:00.000+08:002006-06-03T18:00:56.533+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DDV-C330.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/DDV-C330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>今天,手里拿着那二百新元voucher在新加坡Parkway Parade的Giant走了几小时.咦...还蛮多电器可以买哦... Home Theater System ? hmm... 太大了, 带不回去... MP3耳机? hmm... 我的K750i也能听MP3啊...<br /><br />最后, 我还是选了这台DV Camcorder. 因为我的Canon Ixus 400在两年前已经被偷了...自己也没有camcorder...<br /><br />真高兴...终于把二百元的voucher花光啦...哈哈哈...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114932875023752304?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1149330136519074452006-05-14T18:19:00.000+08:002006-06-03T18:24:21.843+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00355.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/200/DSC00355.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>母亲节到了,不知道买什么给妈妈.想了很久,也选了很久,最后买了这一张dining table,妈妈也很满意.<br /><br />哈哈哈,家里本来就应该有张吃饭的桌子啊,这一次借花敬佛,效果还不错...<br /><br />真是"生块叉烧仲好过生我"... =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114933013651907445?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1149326285149269822006-05-10T17:08:00.000+08:002007-02-05T22:48:51.953+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00363.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/DSC00363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>曾经被一个朋友笑,说如果那一年的金像奖有一个奖叫着"最佳男朋友",那么得奖的一定是我... 哈哈哈... 他真的蛮幽默的...<br /><br />hmm... 会不会是因为我对女朋友太好 ? 应该不会吧...<br /><br />话说回来,工作那么多年了,拿奖还是第一次.除了奖状一张,还有四张五十新元的cash voucher, so我现在有二百新元可以购物.真是服了那班在新加坡搞management的员工,这样的点子也被他们想到.真是顶他们#@!^&amp;*%~ ...<br /><br />为什么拿到voucher还那么不爽? 因为那些voucher只能在新加坡用... 你以为可以用那些voucher在新加坡买PRADA, GUCCI 或者是ARMANI ? 二百新元大概是四百五十马币,可能还可以买到一件ARMANI的衣服吧...<br /><br />可是那些voucher竟然只能用在新加坡的Guardian, 7-11, Giant, Shop N Save之类的Sundry Shop... 哇... 想到这里真的火都来了...<br /><br />两百新元大概可以在Guardian买100支牙膏...刷到牙齿掉完都还够呢...<br /><br />Anyway,有voucher好过没啦...就乘下次有过去的时候去那些Sundry Shop买买东西啦...但是带着100支牙膏回Malaysia会不会被tax啊? 他们又会不会告我走私牙膏? =S<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114932628514926982?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1145861109597617052006-04-24T01:26:00.001+08:002009-02-23T00:43:58.053+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/anthony-flying-horse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/anthony-flying-horse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>今天,我终于了解到整件事情的真相. 2005年8月的那个问号也得到了答案.<br />"国威", 好像是这个名字. 我以后都会记住, 因为他教会了我一样东西 - "不要那么天真地相信别人的每一句话, 包括你身边最亲的人..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114586110959761705?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1142870681060332172006-03-20T23:50:00.000+08:002006-03-21T00:10:09.993+08:00In the world of Software Engineering, there are different kinds of architecture design considerations. Some people prefer to follow patterns while some like anti-patterns. But there is one common target that we always hope to achieve in the world of Object Oriented - Loose Coupling.<br /><br />Loosely coupled is an attribute of systems, referring to an approach of designing interfaces across modules to reduce the interdependencies across entities or components – in particular, reducing the risk that changes within one will create unanticipated changes within another. This approach specifically seeks to increase flexibility in changing operations within individuals. Participants must establish a shared semantic framework to ensure messages retain a consistent meaning across participating services.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/lcs.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/lcs.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I personally had a thought that may be a similar concept like this can be adopted into the context of a relationship.<br /><br />In approach of loose coupling, while both parties is providing what each other is needing – love, care, respect, trust etc but one shouldn't be too dependent on the other. Notice that the problem normally starts to surface when one is trying to gain too much control over the other (tight coupling), which causing what we always refer as "bottleneck" and end up getting on somebody’s nerve!<br /><br />Me at the time of writing this piece of crap, still single and available, and I really have no idea if this strategy is going to work or not. Perhaps some of you can help me with a "Proof Of Concept" and let me know the outcomes. But remember, <br /><br /><center><font color=red>Try At Your Own Risk…</font><br /><br /><!--B>The Art of Loose Coupling Strategy </B><br /><I>Maintaining an effective communication at a comfort level of distance to allow flexibility and freedom while keeping external factors and risks at the minimum.</I--><br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114287068106033217?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1141965900927496812006-03-10T12:36:00.000+08:002006-03-10T12:45:00.940+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/inner-person.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/inner-person.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hmm... I took a survey and this is what it says about me =><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"You understand that new does not always mean better and you see no reason to skip from one fad to the next. You value things that have stood the test of time, things that have proved themselves. You hate to kill time? that would be cruel, and after all, every moment is precious. You are fully aware that life is a one lap race. You like to enjoy every moment, getting lots out of life, because you put lots in.<br /><br />You love to be right, and take great pains to avoid ever being wrong. You can be compulsively rational and some see you as a perfectionist. You tend to listen to your "inner critic", your inner set of standards that tends to be quite rigorous, and independent of what other people tell you. Hence, you are often very self-critical, and sometimes critical of others as you expect the same high standards of others that they have imposed on yourselves. Often your this energy is channeled into discipline, organization, a strong work ethic and a love of fairness, justice, and truth. "<br /><br />Famous people who share these traits include:<br />Hillary Clinton, Alan Greenspan, Ralph Nader, Martha Stewart, Aristotle, Queen Elizabeth II, Tony Blair<br /></span><br />Do i really sound so bad ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-114196590092749681?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1134532475222100092005-12-03T11:45:00.000+08:002005-12-14T11:55:13.203+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/DSC00092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>这一天终于坐上了飞机去美国, 全程大概23小时左右. 由于美国比我们这边慢13个小时, 所以我到达美国的时候, 应该还是12月3号，大概晚上11:45吧...<br /><br />人家说"外国的月亮比较圆", 但我觉得并没有这样的一回事. 一下飞机就看见月亮, 就跟我平时看到的月亮没什么两样. 唯一不一样的是气候, 美国已经是冬天了, 所以觉得很冷. 我最怕冷...<br /><br />一到美国, 第一个接到的坏消息就是我的行李在NEWARK转机时没有跟着我一起上飞机. 天啊,我的衣服全在行李箱里, 冰天雪地, 没有多几件衣服,怎么办?? 还好我把大衣放在背包里, 才不至于冻死...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/DSC00102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>管 不了那么多了, 赶快做了一个delayed baggage report, 就在机场里的HERTZ, 租了一辆 MERCURY, 装了一个GPS, 就跟着 GPS 的指示, 终于开到了 Holiday Inn Express, 谢天谢地. 真的很不习惯，因为车的驾驶盘是在左手边,而开车的时候必须开在右手边, 而对面开来的车是在左手边．<br /><br />今晚什么都没有, 没有多余的衣服, 没有多余的温暖, 但希望明天早上张开眼的时候, 我的行李就在我面前...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113453247522210009?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1130845028386691212005-11-01T19:36:00.000+08:002005-11-01T19:52:26.933+08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UwdHe-Zud0w"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UwdHe-Zud0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113084502838669121?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1130692866916052482005-10-31T01:20:00.000+08:002006-06-24T13:01:59.393+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/sms.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/sms.jpg" border="0" /></a>今天, 我的妹妹给我发了一则短讯 :<br /><br />"哥哥, 要拿台湾先修班的申请表格吗 ? RM50一张, 问问罢了, 多一条路, 若考不好可以考虑过去. 若搏到第一二三名可以进台大医, 牙, 药学系, 马来西亚新加坡都承认."<br /><br />Hmm, 我这个妹妹没什么好, 但就是读书比我轻松, 而可以考到比我好的成绩... 無天理啊...<br /><br />但这次的统考, 看得出来她比平常更有压力... 听说这次的统考的format又换了, 她很怕考得不好, 拿不到奖学金上大学...<br /><br /><!--爸爸把大部份的钱都拿来供我和姐姐念大学, 所以接下来妹妹的大学学费, 将由我这个大哥一手包办, 可能她怕拿不到奖学金而不能念大学...<br /><br />也好, 就当着是我投资在她身上, 下次等她念完大学才要她十倍奉还... 哈哈哈...--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113069286691605248?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1130594869225479172005-10-24T22:03:00.000+08:002005-11-01T20:29:41.206+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/3339.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/3339.gif" width="176" border="0" /></a> 今天, 朋友很好奇地问我, 为什么我每逢初一和十五都要吃素 ?<br /><br />Hmm... 第一个原因是因为我跟随外婆的习惯, 所以每个初一和十五看见我外婆吃素, 我也跟着吃... 虽然今天外婆已经不在了, 但是这个习惯依然没改过...<br /><br />而第二个原因是发生在十八岁那年, 有一位相士说我那年会有一个难关, 听了我有点不安. 所以我答应自己, 如果我过了这一关, 我每逢初一和十五都会吃素...<br /><br />虽然有时候因为工作的附近没有素食或者是忘了日期而没吃... 罪过罪过... 我通常都会在隔天补回...<br /><br />不管是为了外婆也好, 为了自己的承诺也罢, 相信这个习惯会跟随我到我的最后一刻...<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />" <strong>A Promise Is A Promise</strong>"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113059486922547917?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1130844589924911132005-10-20T19:21:00.000+08:002005-11-01T20:30:07.403+08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plLa1nOVINg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plLa1nOVINg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113084458992491113?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1129649259611533182005-10-16T23:25:00.000+08:002006-06-24T13:05:12.286+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/faketatoo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/200/faketatoo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today, joined a few friends for an outing and walked pass a stall that do fake tatoo... After being pressured by them, i finally got my very first tatoo in place on my right arm...<br /><br /><!--May be Halloween is around the corner, therefore the evil flame inside me is starting to burn... and perhaps having a tatoo can make me looks more evil... but by the time Halloween arrives, this fake tatoo would have faded away...<br /><br />I still remember that i went to a Halloween party last year organised by some charity group... it was lousy enough, most of the people didn't dress up, i only saw 1 dracula and 1 werewolf... but then the dracula doesn't look like dracula.. and the werewolf looks more like a dog... sigh...--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112964925961153318?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1130847786006617092005-10-10T20:21:00.000+08:002005-11-01T20:27:58.363+08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMynIJfLIs0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMynIJfLIs0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113084778600661709?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1128606722049228382005-10-06T21:49:00.000+08:002005-10-18T23:23:25.460+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/DSC00006.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/400/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112860672204922838?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1130847843990453052005-10-03T20:23:00.000+08:002005-11-01T20:27:35.220+08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnOo1Q-JfI0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnOo1Q-JfI0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-113084784399045305?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1127661663396848922005-09-21T23:20:00.000+08:002005-09-30T00:46:03.930+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/laptop3.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/laptop3.JPG" border="0" /></a> 在2003年5月花了五千元买了这一部 Fujitsu laptop, 用了两年也不曾有过什么问题, 今天终于 crash 了. 但是里面的 data 却没有 backup, 我这几年工作的 project 全都在里面. 所以我把 laptop 的硬盘拆出来准备拿去公司做 recovery. 到了公司, 竟然读不到硬盘, 哇... 太失望了.<br /><br />先是在 Windows 里面试了一下, 不行. 再去 Linux 里面再试一下也不行. 放工后准备拿回家作第一次的 reformat, 就在这时候奇迹出现了... 硬盘装回 laptop, 竟然咸鱼返生... boot 起来了...　哈哈哈... 太高兴了...<br /><br />或许世事真的无绝对, 天无绝人之路...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112766166339684892?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1127389396354883282005-09-20T21:42:00.000+08:002005-09-28T00:58:55.296+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/cfg.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/cfg.jpg" border="0" /></a>"1, 2, 3, ... , 14, 15... 哇, 总算完成3 set 的 Shoulder Press... 咦, 好像有人一直在盯着我..."<br /><br />"吓, 又是他." 他又对着我微笑, 而且这次还笑地很暧昧... 我立刻转移视线继续做我的健身...<br /><br />这已经不是第一次了, 记得上一次, 他也对我微笑, 然后当他做完了健身竟然走过我面前小小声说 "bye"...<br /><br />哇, 他那个表情真让我受不了... 那时候我才知道原来他有这样的倾向...<br /><br />当然, 每个人都有权利选择自己要走的路, 他选这一条路, 因为他觉得是对的...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112738939635488328?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1127389247390075072005-09-17T23:40:00.000+08:002005-09-25T23:39:20.770+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/ghsy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/ghsy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>一大清早起来, 没事幹, 我打开PC听MP3. Beyond 快要解散了. 所以今天我听Beyond 的歌. 早餐还没吃, 牙齿也还没刷, 我就在房里rock.....<br /><br />房门开了, 看见爸爸坐在厨房里吃早餐. 刚好正在播Beyond 的<光辉岁月>, 我便对爸爸说: "爸, 我想玩这首歌的introduction, 会很难吗 ?"<br /><br />"不难, 你拿纸和笔来, 我把chord 写给你..."<br /><br />接着爸爸叫我把那首歌的前奏重复播了几遍. 然后他竟然把歌曲的调子写了出来. 哇, 太棒了 !!! 竟然不用什么乐器, 凭耳朵听就能准确的把chord 写出来, 真是偶像啊 !!!!!<br /><br />爸爸玩guitar已经有二十多年了, 有这样的功力实在不足为奇. 想起当年若不是婆婆不放心爸爸一个人到香港去深造, 相信他的成就会比我更加出色.<br /><br />我今天能够靠自己的能力赚钱, 全靠他努力工作供我读大学....<br /><br />而我的光辉岁月的开始, 就像这一首歌的前奏, 由他为我而编写....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112738924739007507?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1127230929723164552005-09-16T23:33:00.000+08:002005-09-25T15:35:16.673+08:00<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/jiangjun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/jiangjun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Today, my manager and I go down to client office to help one of our client to solve some critical problems. Along the journey, she told me about her experiences when she went to US. She told me that if I am dare enough to drive alone in a different country, I should loan a car and drive around in US. It is going to be so fun...<br /><br />My manager is a person with high expectation. She is a very self-motivated person and technically skilled. I remembered that 3 weeks ago when I faced some personal problems which I cannot be on-site for a couple of days. She approved my emergency leave on the spot and I left office immediately. Later she sent me a message saying<br /><br />"Soon, I can see the worries in your eyes, don't worry about work, I can manage... If you need more days off, just let me know....Take care...."<br /><br />I respect her for everything she have done for me, as a manager and as a friend...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112723092972316455?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1127225892855815562005-09-15T21:58:00.000+08:002005-09-20T22:34:03.113+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/dad1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/200/dad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>我爸是个性格孤僻的人, 不爱说话. 从小到大, 不曾和我多说几句. 每天早晨除了叫他一声早, 吃饭的时候叫他吃饭, 就没什么话题可以跟他说了.<br /><br />在我的童年回忆里, 根本想不起他何时曾经抱过我.<br /><br />很明显, 他是比较疼爱女儿的. 因为他和我的姐姐与妹妹都比较谈的来.<br /><br />爸爸热爱音乐, 喜欢玩 guitar. 他拥有一把 guitar, 而那把 guitar 的年龄和我差不多一样，如今依然保养的很好.<br /><br />大学毕业后, 我因为工作的需要而四处奔跑, 也没什么时间陪家人. 随着年龄的增长, 爸爸的白发也开始多了. 我不想我们的关系像以前一样的沉默，所以在两年前的某一天， 我开口对他说我想学guitar。 而我记得他第一首教我的歌就是“月亮代表我的心”...<br /><br />借助音乐上的交流, 从此我们父子俩的话题也多了, 距离也拉近了. 我很开心...<br /><br />我知道爸爸是爱我的, 只是他没有很明显地表现出来. 他爱在心里, 而我觉得这种爱...才是永恒的.<br /><br />"To improve our relationship, I am willing to make the change in me ..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112722589285581556?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1126711012530982922005-09-14T23:13:00.001+08:002005-09-17T04:05:04.730+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/02_flagnd.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/02_flagnd.jpg" border="0" /></a> 一大清早, 我的 Manager 走来对我说: "公司将在11月中送你到美国接受训练, 返来之后, 你将会接手这项科技在亚太地区的支缓及顾问工作."<br /><br />我当时呆咗, 心想: "吾系啩？去美国几星期返来就得接手咁大的责任？你估我真系神 meh.... ＂. 虽然神其实都系人, 但系佢做到人做吾到 geh 嘢，所以佢就被称为神．　<br /><br />我亦很感激我的 Manager 咁重用我. 公司里很多人等了很久也没有这样的机会, 而我才进公司也不到一年....<br /><br />如果一切如我的 Manager 的计划进行，对我来说是一项很大挑战，压力甚大. 我很希望能在这一次的挑战, 冲破自己的极限...<br /><br />但系年尾去美国, 好冻哦..... 点算好啊?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112671101253098292?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1126899722903854552005-09-13T03:35:00.000+08:002005-09-17T03:46:46.373+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/Image(09).jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/Image%2809%29.jpg" border="0" /></a> 如果有注意我的人, 都会发现我有个怪癖, 就是我不喜欢自己锁门. 曾经有一次因为太匆忙地出外, 出门之前心里一直想着:"等一下出去,一定要记得锁门".<br /><br />可能是因为心里一直反复的提醒自己要锁门, 就造成了潜意识地以为自己真的把门锁好了, 但其实却还没锁的. 回来的时候才发现原来没有把所有的门锁好.<br /><br />从此以后, 我不再相信自己的眼睛, 因为我看到的或是想到的都可能不是真的. 现在, 每次我锁门, 都会在门口站一会儿, 看看有没有真的把门锁好. 每次把钱包拿出来, 收回的时候都会数 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 因为我要确定我钱包里的5件东西都齐全.<br /><br />可能双子座的人都会比较多疑. 我不会轻易相信别人, 因为我连自己也信不过...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112689972290385455?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1126629114652974832005-09-12T23:28:00.000+08:002005-09-17T03:58:07.786+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/beyond_l.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/beyond_l.jpg" border="0" /></a> 今天从同事的口中听说BEYOND将在下个月15号在新加坡举行他们的告别演唱会. 对于他们，我个人认为实在太可惜了．<br /><br />Beyond是我最欣赏的摇滚乐队，如今终于要曲终人散了，但他们“打不死”的音乐精神，实在已经深入人心。而我个人最喜欢的歌曲有: <光辉岁月>, <不再犹豫>, <总有爱>, <完全的爱吧>, <遥远的PARADISE>, <喜欢你>, <遥望> 等等.<br /><br />或许在数十年后，我们能在记载华语流行音乐史的书上找到这样的注解：<br /><br />Beyond，２０世纪末至２１世纪初影响力最大、唱片累计销量最高的华语摇滚乐队，他们的音乐将乐观向上的乐与怒精神和深沉的家国情怀完美结合，而成为当年一代青少年的精神图腾，是令诸多乐迷终生感动的一支伟大组合.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112662911465297483?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1126451125779746972005-09-11T22:54:00.001+08:002009-02-23T00:48:19.488+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/myfren.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/myfren.jpg" border="0" /></a> 今天在网上遇见我的一位好朋友, 她对我说她快要注册结婚了. 在我印象中的她就像一个永远长不大的小女孩, 可能是因为她的身高和体型的关系. 她和我同岁,在1998年开始认识的. 听见她的喜讯,我当然也很替她高兴. 毕竟两个人能在茫茫人海认识, 从认识到相爱, 从相爱到结婚, 是一件不简单的事情. 我在此衷心地祝福她幸福快乐.<br /><br />两个人在一起, 一定有时候意见不和, 性格上的出入, 也会有生活习惯上的冲突. 要排除这些问题就要靠彼此的互相忍让, 互相迁就, 互相包容和互相坦白. 除了缘份, 还要有双方的努力才能到达这一个阶段.<br /><br />人一辈子可能只有那么一次的缘分, 而我呢? 或许我已经错过了... <!--如果时间可以倒流, 我一定不会让她失望....--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112645112577974697?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16547644.post-1126363384514957692005-09-10T22:31:00.000+08:002005-10-31T01:33:13.646+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/1600/guitar3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/1564/320/guitar3.jpg" border="0" /></a>今天路过一间乐器店,被店内摆设的guitar深深地吸引住.我便走进去看看. 看来看去都找不到一把像样的. 于是把店内的Salesgirl找来.<br /><br />"喂,请问还有没有其他的款式,还是有什么catalogue之类的,可以拿来给我看看吗?"<br /><br />"先生,我们这里的款式不多,如果你要比较多的选择, 你可以到隔壁的商场的底层看，那里有很多卖guitar的店铺＂<br /><br />"OK，谢谢你＂　我心想：哇！你竟然倒你老板的米，把客人介绍到别人的店铺．．．<br /><br />在隔壁商场里走了几圈，终于看上了这一把guitar，就狠狠的把它买下来．它的握柄不是太自然, 但是既然是自己喜欢的,　没办法啦. 价钱是多少？hmm．．．．我也忘了．．．．<br /><br />没多少人知道我会玩guitar，可能是我玩的不够精．就像一个歌手如果唱地不够好，就没人知道他是谁．．．．<br /><br />我玩guitar，纯粹为了自己，娱乐自己，满足自己．开心的时候可以玩，不开心的时候也可以玩，比起一些人在不开心的时候借酒消愁来的好．话虽如此，我通常都是不开心的时候才会玩guitar．<br /><br />有了新的guitar，希望可以作多一些好音乐和大家分享．一般的创作歌手都会这样说．．．　讲讲而已，又吾晒本geh．．．． 哈哈哈．．．． <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16547644-112636338451495769?l=nickysin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicky Sinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162023547945768187noreply@blogger.com0