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"Love is a verb. Love – the feeling – is the fruit of love the verb or our loving actions. So love her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her."

Be Proactive. If there isn't a solution, be the solution. Make things happen.

Begin with the end in mind. Know where you're going before you go, and you'll get there eventually.

Put first things first. Sure, everyone is important, but who is important to you?

Think win-win. It can be amazing for the both of us, lets make it happen.

Seek first to understand, then to be understood. I'm listening, are you?

Synergise. 1+1=3, believe.

Sharpen the saw. There's much to improve on, but we could start by starting here



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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Back from Batam.

So here's the post on the trip. I suspect I may be one of the few who has sufficient remaining energy to post today, though I don't really mind collapsing on my bed right about now either.

I'll leave the details to other blogs... The accounts of the trip which they provide will be more accurate,inspirational,cheerful and interesting compared to one which I can give, because being a highly reserved person/bastard, there was marginally less interaction resulting in the trip being much less vibrant overall.

Great, so I'm skipping events, so what the hell am I blogging about? Lets go sleep then... Tempting, but no. Not just yet anyway. I'll go sleep when I get tired of typing to myself, fascinating myself with my own english and enigmatic typing speed.
While we're at it, might as well record my thoughts and opinions for the trip...


Batam... to me it was really a great change of environment. It was a place where what mattered was not my fluency in english/chinese/chem/maths/phy, my musical ablity, my knowledge in current affairs, or any one of my skills or my talents. What mattered was the willingness to work and the love for the orphans. In the end, it all just boils down to how much you care, and not how capable you are. A rather large change from Singapore, if you ask me, not that you did.

It made me realise that just because the environment I was born in demanded that I perform to high standards didn't necessarily mean that it was the way of life throughout the world. At Batam, I discovered a new way of life, a more simple one, yet one that I know I won't like. A thirst for granduer, a need to win, a craving to outshine. That is me, so a place where competition is unneeded will not suit me, that I know. Yet it served as a break from my competitive life, it was great.
But now I'm back, its not Batam here, its Singapore, where its perform or die, outshine or be outshined.

This post may pale in comparison against others, where recounts of happy moments with the orphans and joyous times of bonding with classmates will be prominent. In fact, chances are this post sounds as though it has thought, too much thought, but also a severe lack of feelings. Which is exactly the case, I have too much thought, but I lack feelings. The first might've led to the latter, or the latter might have led to the first, I don't know. Its like asking whether the chicken or the egg came first...

I anticipate this post is gonna just become a downward spiral going in a rather boring cycle, so I shall end it here and give in to temptation. No, its not magnum, its just the temptation to go to sleep.

Sayonara...

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