<?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-34100357</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:37:59.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Not-So' Constant Ramblings of a 'Happy' Guy</title><subtitle type='html'>The 'not-so' constant ramblings depends on the situation and how does it affect one person to come up with these ramblings. Its one's point of view and in no way needs any justification but taken it as open as possible without any prejudice.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-377548738150862008</id><published>2011-07-21T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:31:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost of Marriage...Seriously!?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MTiou8jv2k/TieD39N9hoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CmAhW7Y4nBg/s1600/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MTiou8jv2k/TieD39N9hoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CmAhW7Y4nBg/s320/p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631614856399259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...let us ask ourselves a simple question....how much does it really cost to get married? When your other half asks you..."Let's get married!", what is the first thought that comes into your mind? Could it be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How long will I spend my time with my partner?&lt;br /&gt;2. How many kids will I get?&lt;br /&gt;3. How much must I spend for studio photos, restaurant, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not speak for all...but I guess the majority will think of point no. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...how much do you spend on snapping your wedding pictures? It's true that it will bring back memories of the beautiful poses/clothes that you and your partner have taken. (Not to mention under the hot sun if you decided to take some outdoor pictures). Reality check a bit, how much does the package cost? RM3,000? RM4,000 or it could go skyrocketing to more than RM10,000? Not to mention the rental of the gowns and the make up that you have to pay for the wedding dinner reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the wedding dinner reception, how much do you pay for the restaurant or for the hotel ballroom? All in all, if we combine all the costs (which there are some things that I did not mention here), does it not reach up to at least RM30,000 and above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder, why splurge so much? You could have use it for a down payment to a house or a condo. That is more materialistic, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-377548738150862008?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/377548738150862008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=377548738150862008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/377548738150862008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/377548738150862008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2011/07/cost-of-marriageseriously.html' title='Cost of Marriage...Seriously!?!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MTiou8jv2k/TieD39N9hoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CmAhW7Y4nBg/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-638673859814200549</id><published>2011-07-20T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:21:06.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The types of people we deal with at work...</title><content type='html'>I've learned through my working life, I've met with loads of different types of people in the organization. To deal with these types of people, it is either we ignore them, we work with them, or we just quit from the organization. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not the job that we have to leave the organization, we could be loving the job, but it is the people inside them that we can't stand that makes us want to leave. Though if you think you can have a very strong and invisible shield to protect yourself from the attacks, you might as well endure the every day banters and slurs from them, and even at some point, being pulled into a political war in the organization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it could be tiring sometimes when we "fight" the war, but it is because we love the job, we have to fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do these people start the war? Well, it could be because they feel that they've been threatened in the organization, they might loose their recognition or maybe their respect as we may have surpass their level of competence in the organization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Envious they can be, but if they think they can stay in the organization by using some sort "strategical" move, which is mostly back-stabbing, they can only go so far by just enhancing this sort of skill but nothing that really brings value to their core skills. Imagine if you put in the area of skills in your resume, "Back-stabbing (Rate: 10)".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far can this sort of person stay in the corporate ladder? Do they need to learn to do the other skills like "Suck-up to Bosses" skill? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-638673859814200549?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/638673859814200549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=638673859814200549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/638673859814200549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/638673859814200549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2011/07/types-of-people-we-deal-with-at-work.html' title='The types of people we deal with at work...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-5739991572185187548</id><published>2009-10-09T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:59:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we just remove the bushes?</title><content type='html'>I found that some people just like to play the “beating around the bush” game. They find a pleasure if they are in the zone of this game. I just don’t understand what is so good about this game? Does anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why give people the impression that you show interest, entertaining the person, giving positive vibes and in the end, it goes nowhere. Is it better to do this than to say out directly in the face of the people what you really feel and say that it might not work out? Do you think that doing the best by not telling will be a better way to smoothen out the person’s pursue that the person will in the end will just forget about it or maybe get tired of waiting? I say to those people who does this, you are so wrong. Do you know that by doing so, you’d actually cause people more pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste each others time? Don’t like it, speak out, and get on with your life and let the other get on with theirs. Letting people figure out it later is not the way. Giving false hope to people for the reason you are using them for your own pleasure and convenience is so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are being pursued always think that they have this little special “power” to lure them in their game, but do note that “What goes around, comes around”. Those who think that it will not happen to them because they are in the zone, time will tell. It will hit you when you least expect it, and then, lets see how you feel being the person played out rather than the player. “Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-5739991572185187548?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5739991572185187548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=5739991572185187548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5739991572185187548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5739991572185187548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-we-just-remove-bushes.html' title='Can we just remove the bushes?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-7071397742204342017</id><published>2008-12-11T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:21:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>When a couple ended the relationship, there are two different type of behavior that you would see in these two individuals. One would be so glad that the relationship has ended while the other just couldn’t believe that the relationship they had has ended.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One will crave to have the relationship back. The other craves to look for another one better or maybe want to be single for the time being.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The concern would not be the one who would be happy for the reason that the relationship has ended as their mind would have the least pain, maybe a little reminiscence of what they have cherished, and the rest of the memories, one less big headache to think or to care about. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The concern, would be the one that just lost its partner, just couldn’t bear with the loss. The searing knife through the heart would best describe how this person would be feeling. Though it will heal, the scar would still remain. Not unless there is a scar remover is there to save the day, the healing would be only be part and not fully to the person. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for the scar remover, this would only appear if the person who is feeling the pain to stop comparing whatever he/she had before with the one they have right now. If the person is way better than the previous, I would say that this sort of scar remover works very well. But if the scar remover is not that great, the pain is still there. It wouldn’t help; hence the best way is to tell the one who is hurting that there is no point in comparing. Enough of thinking back, thinking that they were in wrong, but to think that every experience is just part of the life; it is part of the learning curve of understanding what relationship is all about. There is no such thing as a bed of roses. There is no such thing as happily ever after. In every relationship, there are always ups and downs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In reality, even the well educated in the world would face some problems in their relationship. So why blame on own self that we are the reason that the other does not want us. Why not think about, of they don’t want us, it’s their lost. They don’t even know what they have lost. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people may find a perfect match, those are lucky, some might not, and they have to try few keys in order to find the correct key to the door. Some people complain that things are not going their way. It is because they think that they are the problem, the next person standing in front of them somehow is invisible. They might even loose sight of what they longed to have but since people try hard to become visible in front of them would give up and perhaps try to knock on some other people’s door. Chance given and not taken will loose up even more as they are not open enough to accept. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Should the scar heal, removed or remains depends solely on how open one self is towards their perspective and beliefs of relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-7071397742204342017?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7071397742204342017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=7071397742204342017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7071397742204342017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7071397742204342017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-6854903153334675524</id><published>2008-12-01T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:46:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with the Joneses</title><content type='html'>I wonder if you have encountered this before, but the fact that I’ve been with some or more or less the different type classes of people, I can safely say that it is not easy to live up to some other’s people lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to bring in an example of a bunch of guys who enjoys the finest things in life, coffees, dining; shopping should at least be in the standards of first upper to upper class price range. Any expenditure that goes lower that the price range, well not that they don’t go for the lesser, but the fact is that they only do it once in a blue moon, and that it considered lucky if you are able to find a specific time that they actually go for the simpler things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is, if they spend as much as they could afford, and the others can’t, does that mean that they would only accept people of that stature and nothing less. Does that mean that any people who earns lesser than the others, or does not have the liberty to spend as unreservedly due to heavy commitments would deemed unworthy to join the group? Does it ever occur to the people who spend as much as they could ever think of the others who can’t afford? Does this means that the acceptance level of a friend, a buddy, a groupie has to be set to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply do not understand that in order to be with this bunch of people, you simply have to spend like they do. Is this the new requirement that needs to be set in order to join the band wagon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requirement Officer: Places to go for coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Erm, mamak stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Starbucks of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requirement Officer: Places to go for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Mamak of course, simple and cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: Sheesh, somewhere posh I would say, perhaps dinner in Pavilion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requirement Officer: Well, Mr. A, I am sorry that you do not qualify to join the group as your requirement for the simple things in life does not fulfill our standards, but Mr. B, we welcome you with open arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are unable to join them, does it also mean that we are not worthy to be a friend to them or to even to be deserved to be called a decent human being? Are we all deemed as low life Homo sapiens that are not good enough for them? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-6854903153334675524?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6854903153334675524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=6854903153334675524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6854903153334675524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6854903153334675524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-up-with-joneses.html' title='Keeping up with the Joneses'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-7047356897573591454</id><published>2008-09-15T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:29:57.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The value of oneself in an organization</title><content type='html'>Many things have happened these few days, and apparently, some for the good and some bad. As of September 2008, the rambler has once again left the organization and has landed in another. One year in the old organization has made this rambler missed certain things of the organization, and also happy for the fact that the rambler can officially say, “Good riddance to bad rubbish!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad of jumping to a new organization, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1) We have to built up our seniority in the organization again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Getting used to the new organization’s culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Learning new things (that is if you are joining a different industry). This is a hard one as one has to learn to really get to know stuffs which might and might not be our cup of tea, but for the sake of money, we do it anyway, we have to bite the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Perhaps, this is just a perhaps, to climb up the new organization’s corporate ladder from the bottom up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will say, “Hey, its good for you, new exposure, better expansion of your skills, your resume’s gonna look good!” Come to think of it, it is easier said than done. The other people are only able to say, but it is us that we have to really go through the obstacles that are presented to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, there is never a greener pasture in wherever we go, well a little bit of green patch here and there. But the rest, it is like “Holy shit! I have to do this?” It is so true that when the organization hires you, it is not for the reason of expanding, but mostly is because their human capital in the particular department has been depleted, and we are going in to fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more saddening is that there is always an ulterior motive of why we are hired for the organization. It is not the value of our skills that we have been hired, but for the fact that we can actually give information of what you have in your previous company and being used in the new. Now, is this what we call value? Are we really being appreciated to enter the new organization for the fact that our skills carry some credentials, or for the fact that we have some information, that they would like to take from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is suppose to be a win-win situation, but till now, after a week in the organization, I see that the main reasons for hiring is more of the organization’s winning side, and as for me, nothing much to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that an organization is to compete is to look at how much they can pinch from the other organization, and use you to the fullest, and perhaps, just perhaps that we are being awarded for leaking previous organization’s information to the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To survive in the new organization, is to use what we have from the old, and place it to the new, hence, a porting of information or secrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, are we branded a spy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-7047356897573591454?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7047356897573591454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=7047356897573591454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7047356897573591454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7047356897573591454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/value-of-oneself-in-company.html' title='The value of oneself in an organization'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-8990640789017733620</id><published>2008-07-24T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:24:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hi-Lo of a Job/Comany</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to a year, in a job which I hope will last me a couple of years before I climb higher ended up in shambles when things began to become a little shaky. It has come to a point where situation arise, do I work for the money which also means that I have to suffer all the pain and torture from the company? Or do I work for the enjoyment of working (which of course, money counts).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Regardless of how hectic the work is, but if we do enjoy the job, we would likely to stay on with the company. But if the work is hectic, but do not even enjoy the job; it automatically makes us sick to the bone. That would means that we are hoping to get out of the situation, hence, looking for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are two situations:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the company is good with its benefits and pay, but hires you for the wrong job, would you consider staying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the company is not really good with its benefits and pay, hires you for the right job, would you consider staying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I believe that some people come across these two situations above. But do we get a chance to get to have the best of both situations above, good with its benefits and pay, with you liking the job?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sometimes when we are hired, we may just be filler to a job but you are not good at the work, you would automatically prove to the people that you are not efficient or effective. Would this leave a scar in our records to HR when the dreaded yearly performance evaluation is done?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Though some people might say, because of the good benefits and pay, we should strive on to work in the organization, but at the expense of having heart palpitations every time when we are in the office. The joy of feeling happy was automatically sucked away leaving you drained and tired. It takes a lot to build up one person’s confidence and emotions to be very happy, but it only takes one sweep by the company, we fall flat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Does the company actually know what it means by hiring the people for the right job? Or they are just building the human capital in the organization, just to ensure that someone is there to do the work. But when faults or problems arise, we are the ones that are being punished.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Somehow, the way we look at the company, is the way we look at our superiors. It is our superiors that represent the company and we would automatically see the company through our superiors. Though the company might be good in any sense, we are forced to leave just because we are being penalized by our superiors and the fact they do not see that they made the wrong move in the beginning. Hence, we see the company as a bad place to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hire the right person for the job and not just hire for the sake of hiring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-8990640789017733620?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8990640789017733620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=8990640789017733620&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8990640789017733620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8990640789017733620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-lo-of-jobcomany.html' title='The Hi-Lo of a Job/Comany'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-6150965744687127006</id><published>2008-07-14T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:22:52.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change of the Blog name....</title><content type='html'>Of late, I have never kept up with the title, hence I decided to change, from the constant to a not-so constant ramblings. As work is one of the main key factor that is making me not think for what I should be writing, I rather change it to not-so. But I will try to keep up to the writings that some of my friends who visited and waited for something to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest topic of this blog. But will tend to have something after this topic. I should be having something to write during my compulsory '5 days' block leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...another coming up soon...this week, I hope. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-6150965744687127006?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6150965744687127006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=6150965744687127006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6150965744687127006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6150965744687127006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/change-of-blog-name.html' title='The Change of the Blog name....'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-213424850149190240</id><published>2008-04-19T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:53:39.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are governed by the surroundings or the environment to become what we are now. I believe it so as I am being brought up in a country that doesn't really like to voice out opinions in the public, but the raging voice inside our hearts keeps on burning. I find this kind of unhealthy, as it stresses our hearts and maybe our minds when we keep on harping on the same issues, but never once been voiced out but just within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am encountered with different people, I tend to see different types of behavior or attitudes. But I will just generalize it to two groups, the timid mouse and the roaring tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may agree with me that, if we are brought up in this motherland, we are never the ones to really stand up on our own two feet, be thick skin about it and just blast out our opinions. We rather keep it to ourselves and grumble for all we want. Come to think of it, if you just grumble to yourself, how are others going to know what you feel, what your opinion is on certain topics? It could be that our opinions or comments might be really useful. But we keep saying to ourselves, "Someone or someday, they will have the solution, but right now, I'll live through it, even I don't like it." This is of course, the timid mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other speaks aloud, making sure they have their point being heard. This is the exact opposite of what the timid mouse would be like; hence this group is called the roaring tiger. These are the people who are either studied abroad in the western countries or maybe been sent over by their company or maybe decided to try the world outside the motherland and expose themselves. These people will be influenced, or some how learn to be vocal. The exposure of the other country’s facts of life, the culture will inject in the people and in a way be assimilated. It is like a total makeover of a person, who used to be the timid as a mouse, would automatically change to the roaring tiger once they were exposed to the other country’s environment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Question… Will there be enough people that have been exposed overseas, coming back to the motherland, to be able to influence the timid mouse to be as vocal and slowly changing them to become a roaring tiger? Or should the culture and the environment of this motherland to be changed to accept the voice of the people rather than to assume that without any objection would automatically means consent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-213424850149190240?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/213424850149190240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=213424850149190240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/213424850149190240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/213424850149190240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/04/way-we-are.html' title='The Way We Are'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-6302007833986738504</id><published>2008-04-14T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:25:28.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind and the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have many in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing to define&lt;br /&gt;Of what has to be first&lt;br /&gt;Or second to come after&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A blurry state of mind&lt;br /&gt;And yet nothing comes in sight&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why this happens&lt;br /&gt;When there are paths to clear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I seek to find an answer&lt;br /&gt;That dwells inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;And yet the heart goes wander&lt;br /&gt;That mixes my mind to decide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The logic of the mind&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of the heart&lt;br /&gt;To make a decision is hard&lt;br /&gt;When two does not consent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I seek to boldly move&lt;br /&gt;Yet fear is in the way&lt;br /&gt;The mind is strong to go&lt;br /&gt;The heart is weak to follow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am in the rut&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am so stuck&lt;br /&gt;It feels so easy to others&lt;br /&gt;And yet I can’t make it through&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Should I make the move?&lt;br /&gt;To go for the uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;A challenge behold&lt;br /&gt;Is yet for me to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-6302007833986738504?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6302007833986738504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=6302007833986738504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6302007833986738504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6302007833986738504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/04/mind-and-heart.html' title='The mind and the heart'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-4435680028666619709</id><published>2008-03-29T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:51:35.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can the non-norms be in the ordinary world?</title><content type='html'>There are some people that like to do things that is only to the satisfactory of the public, but is it necessarily important when the things we do must really have other people's consent of even their approval.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come across a person,  who is going to "consummate" or in any other words, giving up his total freedom and to just get himself locked to a room and throw away the key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you understand the metaphor above, I guess you know what I mean. To be accepted totally by the public in the world is so important in some different "classes" of people that I wonder, who set up this rule and why must it be a so called "GOLDEN RULE". Can it not be just an extraordinary from the group of norms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who still don't know what I mean on the above, here's the reason to the above. A person finding a way out, a breather who goes into the so called "marriage", totally lies to the other (for saving his own butt), trying to tell himself, that he is, one of the norms. But knowingly, deep down inside this person, he has the quality to become a norm (by pretending), in the event  trying so hard and just making it a normal life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I may not agree to the actions the person has done, but I sort of pity this sort of a person for doing this to just have the approval of many, especially in the eyes of the public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can this be and how long does it take? When should the ordinary be able to accept the extraordinary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-4435680028666619709?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4435680028666619709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=4435680028666619709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/4435680028666619709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/4435680028666619709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-non-norms-be-in-ordinary-world.html' title='Can the non-norms be in the ordinary world?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-3067655031062202858</id><published>2008-02-26T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:16:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many of the times, when we see an item that we really like, we would find ways to have it. We would think about it, talk about it if ever there is a chance to other people about the item we fancy. In due time, after the long craving for it, it finally reaches to our hands.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We would care for the item, making sure that it is protected from harm, feels hurt when it actually it gets a little scratched, blaming ourselves for such carelessness, or even get mad with the people around us if they ever damage a little on the item.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As time goes, we care lesser on the item than we cared for during the earlier stages when the item was quite new. The concern or care of the item grows lesser. Not even bothered if it is dropped on the floor. By this time, the thought would be, “Well, if its broken, will get a new one.” It is true that the fact our interest of an item would not last, but will look for something new when one is bored over the old item.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So if we reflect the above analogy towards a couple, one chasing the other, making sure that one gets the other no matter what, love sparkles, full of passion and intense romance but in time when both are bored with each other, sparks fade, passion which drives both of them dissipates, and when there is nothing that binds them together, it breaks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like an item, how can we keep on using it and not get bored with it, which reflects on one person, how do we keep the love alive when things begin to get too routine, and then, there is nothing new for them. They talk lesser; see each other lesser, or even not doing things together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it true that, by human nature, that we are always looking for something new, and hence keep changing partners? What would be the winning formula that we should be using to make the spark going on? Should trying something new all the time would work, but in the end, there is not going to be lots of things to try if we have exhausted all options of trying things new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would it be inevitable that we face the consequences of losing the other because there is nothing new in the relationship?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-3067655031062202858?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3067655031062202858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=3067655031062202858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3067655031062202858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3067655031062202858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new??'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-2423709726276065128</id><published>2008-01-17T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:42:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory, who's should it be?</title><content type='html'>The constant rambler seems to have not live up to the expectations of the blog’s name. Hence, this year, the constant rambler has to try to achieve and live up to the name, to be the ‘constant rambler’ rather than the ‘not so constant rambler’.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today’s topic reflects on the event that I was part of it. And know this, though their position or rank supersedes my rank, they are no better and I wonder why they can’t be just be open, but rather, thinks that they are so right.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The event was first in the company, and no one knows how things should run or what needs to be done. Hence, topic should be open to everyone to table it out. But to some people, they weren’t the so-called helpful ones. Their presence for meetings were never here, but when the event is nearing to the actual day, they appear with enthusiasm and start giving opinions on what should be done and what should not be done. When this thing happens, changes were made, and last minute changes were never a good thing. The question to this is, why make such a fuss of things when they weren’t even involved in the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yet, they look so concern in front of everyone, making stern decisions that they not know about, and showing that their presence are felt during the day of the event. It goes to show that these people are there to assure that the big boss really sees that they are involved, but as a matter of fact, they are not but only to the very last minute.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being a person who knows the knick and knacks of things, even opinions are given are shot down by people who has not even experience this sort of event. They are proud of themselves of what they hold as their position, but did not realize, that the position they hold does not mean they know every single thing. The course of any event is gone through experiences and if such experiences are not gained, be humble to accept people’s advice or opinion and work on that platform.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And again, because of their relentless effort on that day, they say to themselves, what a day, in front of other people, where we know that they were there just for the day and we ourselves have been doing things and working on stuffs since day one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Painstakingly, we have to accept this, as we are in no position to question them on their whereabouts or even on what did they actually do, as the position we hold is not as high as they are. To those who just point fingers and do the job, you are not really learning, but just riding on other’s effort to make your own glory. Glory that I find it not worth giving to such people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-2423709726276065128?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2423709726276065128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=2423709726276065128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2423709726276065128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2423709726276065128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2008/01/glory-whos-should-it-be.html' title='Glory, who&apos;s should it be?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-8465525738633545595</id><published>2007-11-23T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:46:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does qualification really matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We often like to hire people with the proper qualification. That’s the rule in the business world. But then again, what’s the point of having a PhD, know so much about the area he/she studied, but in the end, doesn’t really know how to interact with people?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is another extension to my previous blog stating that a person should have certain characteristics. So what if you have such great qualification and you just don’t know how to deal with people. So what?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if the person is good enough to do the work, but just doesn’t have the qualification? Does he/she get better pay? In reality, in the so-called Human Resources eye, they look at the qualification, and from their judgment the salary range before looking at any other aspects. I may be wrong, but so far, none has proved me otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets look at the reason why such organization hire people with a Bachelors, Masters or a PhD. The reason why they hire, is because they know that this people understand the area of specialty and would assist the organization. Second, with a paper qualification means to say that they have discipline. This looks at the Time Management (on time to class, on time in handing up assignment, etc.), Stress Management (able to handle many assignments/projects without going bonkers) and Character (his personality on how he/she handles himself/herself in the vicinity of the University/College, socializing and stuffs).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that doesn’t mean those who can’t even afford to study unable to make it to the top. The chances for these people to make it, is lesser, as talent is not really looked into, but it is always the paper qualification first. Should this come in mind, are we really neglecting people who actually have the ability and even the skill for the job?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-8465525738633545595?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8465525738633545595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=8465525738633545595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8465525738633545595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8465525738633545595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-qualification-really-matter.html' title='Does qualification really matter?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-7143531041738580370</id><published>2007-11-22T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:04:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of the Company</title><content type='html'>How good can one company, though through the eyes of the public, its image was never in doubt. Their services and their products seem to be on the competitive edge, beating others in the market. But, deep down in the organization, what you can’t see apart from the exterior of the organization, the workings of the organization might not be what it seems.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People from the outside might say, “This company is very good”, “A classy organization”, “Wow, you work in that organization?” Words that expresses of astonishment, surprise or even disbelief that we actually land ourselves there. But truth to be told, that all organization, no matter how great they are to the public eyes, has its dark side.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This dark side can come from many aspects, it could be from the people on top, or it could be from the people below. Or it could be from both parties that makes the place a living hell.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The making of an organization is not about what the organization produces, which is in terms of their products or services, but the people inside this organization. There is such that an organization is made of many departments, which the managers running the department might be very good with their subordinates, hence a powerful and strong work force, but there is also some departments that the managers suck at handling people, practically a Tai-Chi master. I’ve mentioned this during my past blog on Tai-Chi masters.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, there is some, though the managers are good, their staffs are just a bad lot. There is a possibility that this might happen, though some reading this might not agree, but there is such cases that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what governs a good organization? Nothing… as good as one organization, it really depends on the chemistry of the people that work. How good is the group cohesion. As each individual is different from each other, therefore, some might be good in their attitude to work and fellow colleagues, while some others think for themselves.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hence, the representation of an organization is as far to the surface of the organization, and not even seen the real contents. To some, they like their jobs, as the leaders might have led well, while some, are not sure what they are really doing. They are just lacking on the “people person” component.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now these people who lacks this have hard time getting people to help them do the work. Worst still, will be left alone much without even considered to join in the group. They are really sad, and a little pathetic. But hey, they can change, if they want to. But if they don’t change because they think that they can order people around, as they are being a manager/leader/staff, they will continue to not progress. People change, so does how to handle people. The old ways need to change, making way for new things to come in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-7143531041738580370?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7143531041738580370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=7143531041738580370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7143531041738580370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7143531041738580370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/11/beauty-of-company.html' title='Beauty of the Company'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-8278161036425102586</id><published>2007-10-23T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:30:20.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on by...</title><content type='html'>Try looking at the bright side of things, though it needs a little more pushing. Sometimes when we are being faced with choices, even though the choices can lead to a better path, might not necessarily means it is an easy as walking through the park.        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The park needs to be cleared of weeds and infestations. In the end, it will give us a satisfaction, in a way at the end of the road a bright new day, but then, is it the real path that we are supposes to take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Choices, that we have made, and chosen that particular path, somehow in the middle of clearing the path, we found out why the path was not cleared in the first place. Perhaps it is because there is a hidden trap beneath all the hidden weeds, or perhaps we are not strong enough to clear them. But we are half way through them. What shall be done? Go back? Can we?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we go on forward, does it make is really want to see the end of the road that brings light? Or just the fact that since we have taken the path, we should just walk on and not bothered whether it fulfills our needs.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hence, the path we choose when it is wrong, we face severe consequences out of the rewards that we gain, but at the expense of being happy.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here we hope that by clearing the path, there is a crossroad that perhaps would be easier to walk, but then again, it won’t be that easy to find as it takes time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mistakes are made sometimes when choosing the wrong path, again we try to walk on and see if we can find another route.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-8278161036425102586?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8278161036425102586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=8278161036425102586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8278161036425102586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8278161036425102586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/walk-on-by.html' title='Walk on by...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-818955340044828469</id><published>2007-10-03T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:03:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on a bumpy road</title><content type='html'>“Go for it! Don’t wait! Don’t sit there and do nothing! Seek for the thing you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words some of the people told me when they finished reading my blog. To set the record straight, I am. I am not waiting, nor that I am just desperately looking. It is just the pace that some of us take to go looking for something that we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some issues that I would like to acknowledge to the very few people who are concerned about my negative blogs. I agree that I write sometimes, the saddest, and in a way asking people for some pettiness, but I only write when I feel frustrated, sad or maybe bewildered by some events. It is seldom that I do write something of the category of “Happy Thoughts”. As a matter of fact, I don’t even write to tell people that I am happy. They can see me if I am happy but never in this blog. Perhaps it is this reason that most of the time that people think that I am a sad, negative and a pessimistic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s shed some light on this topic. First of all, it is not that we are not looking for love or happiness, we are, but should we be desperately looking? It is just that when we find it, does it guarantee that it will work out fine? Answer, NO! There is no such guarantee that when we look for a person, that the love and happiness is returned when we are giving. It is a trial and error. The sad thing is that when we try and try, and it fails, it gets very frustrating that we just don’t want to go looking, but just let it come by itself. If it happens, let it happen, if it does not, are we going to curse? Who should we blame? There is no one to blame, so life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if we are desperately seeking, aggressively going after the other person, what do you think the other person would feel? “This person is psycho” might crop up in their mind. Let’s reverse the role, should the person desperately and aggressively goes after us, do we not feel that the person is a little cuckoo and you would wish this person just get out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right to have the love and happiness is not only from ours, but it is also gained from the other person. If we don’t have that, we walk on alone. We are not the one who has the say in everything, but has to be a 2-way communication. We don’t have the right to tell what the person should do, nor should the other to tell us what we should do. We have the right to choose, so does the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the road sometimes can be bumpy and dark; sometimes the road is easy to walk like a cool sunny day. And hence, some might feel the journey that I walk, the question is… “How long are we going to enjoy the cool sunny day?” An answer to this, no one knows. We have ups and downs. So perhaps these few months, my road was rather bumpy, and yet, I still walk on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-818955340044828469?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/818955340044828469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=818955340044828469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/818955340044828469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/818955340044828469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-on-bumpy-road.html' title='Walking on a bumpy road'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-6530901982438260605</id><published>2007-10-01T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:45:14.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey...</title><content type='html'>We grow among the others&lt;br /&gt;We grow to see others paired&lt;br /&gt;We grow to have no one bothers&lt;br /&gt;We grow to be more despaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To seek the other’s approval&lt;br /&gt;To seek the other’s love&lt;br /&gt;We are asked for approval&lt;br /&gt;We are asked for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we seek in others&lt;br /&gt;The others seeks in us&lt;br /&gt;Though some make it through&lt;br /&gt;Some has yet to establish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often question why&lt;br /&gt;We wept and sigh&lt;br /&gt;We look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;We hope that light draws nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turbulence of a journey&lt;br /&gt;Has yet to settle in the sea&lt;br /&gt;We seek to bury bad memories&lt;br /&gt;Several we seek is in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of times we try&lt;br /&gt;Yet some we have failed&lt;br /&gt;Hurt may come and we cry&lt;br /&gt;Remain on while we are battered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey is always there&lt;br /&gt;Either face it with misery&lt;br /&gt;Or face it with care&lt;br /&gt;It is ours to choose if we fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle that rotates&lt;br /&gt;The experiences we gain&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad we possess&lt;br /&gt;Hope we won’t fall hard again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt will always be there&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we are in despair&lt;br /&gt;Hurt is what we have to bare&lt;br /&gt;Ensure our heart will be repaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envious eyes we can never have&lt;br /&gt;As our time is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;When we are in their place&lt;br /&gt;Experience they have will be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-6530901982438260605?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6530901982438260605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=6530901982438260605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6530901982438260605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6530901982438260605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/journey.html' title='Journey...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-2337138394721385244</id><published>2007-09-27T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:02:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groupies</title><content type='html'>Do we fall into groupies?  Though we might say we are not, but I guess most of the time, unknowingly, we group ourselves with the people we think are of that stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when you are a newbie, try to join a new group, you might get a little resistance, perhaps someone will block your way, if you need to join this group, you need to fulfill certain criteria. We try hard to blend in, but the group might have a secret conference to deliberate as to whether the group council will allow a newbie to join or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like those in the movies where there is a council for the towns people before deciding to accept based on the majority or you must pass the initiation test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, we can't just easily blend in, sometimes we have to work so hard to make sure we can actually get into the group. Question, what happens if you succeeded? What's next? You get a medal? Jump for joy? Do you say, "Hey, I managed to join THE group!" What is it more than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have become one of the member of the group, and should there be a newbie in the future, would you treat the person the same way you gone through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't a simple hello and welcome is good enough no matter what or who you are? Can't we be that open? Even for myself, it is a little hard. How should we look at this? Ponder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-2337138394721385244?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2337138394721385244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=2337138394721385244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2337138394721385244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2337138394721385244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/groupies.html' title='Groupies'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-4551893255098969805</id><published>2007-09-25T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:22:47.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thy Friend or Love thy Loved One?</title><content type='html'>A: Hey, I met this person, charming. I think I might be going steady with him.&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh, who is he?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, met him from the club, he’s tall, in his 30s, tanned.&lt;br /&gt;B: Hmm, interesting. What does he do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, he works in the Bank; he’s a manager for the Customer Service Department.&lt;br /&gt;B: By any chance his name is Joe? He happens to stay around PJ?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, that’s him. Wait a minute, how did you know him.&lt;br /&gt;B: Ermm… well… I sort of met him 2 months ago. We had some occasional “fun”.&lt;br /&gt;A: But he says that he is doesn’t delve in this sort of activity.&lt;br /&gt;B: Apparently you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on this scenario, the thought of A finding the ONE love, smashed by B’s revelation on how this person Joe turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is if you were to be A …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you listen with an open heart and just smile, and thinking that, whatever Joe has done in the past has nothing got to do with me.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Do you confront and question Joe of his ‘extra-curricular’ activity? And if so, you would dump Joe.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Forget and not even want to let Joe know that you knew his past and never to call him again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, do we thank B for letting you know this news, or do we hate B for spoiling your dreams and thinking that maybe B has an ulterior motive? Above all, do we believe our friend or let love blinds you that you just want to have that person in your life and forget whatever that surrounds you. Your friends and family don’t matter, only this person you love. I guess most people who were in the relationship would understand what I mean, love is the utmost importance than anything else, even your career.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of thanking the person who gave you the low down on what has happen, you hated the person so much, telling the person off and saying, “Why are you destroying something that I have?” We never let reality come in play; cause living in a love fantasy is so much better than have reality slap at your face.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s face it; true friends are always there, friends are yet more important than just having the love of your life. The love of you life is just another BONUS to your life. If you can’t get this BONUS, you still need to move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-4551893255098969805?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4551893255098969805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=4551893255098969805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/4551893255098969805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/4551893255098969805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-thy-friend-or-love-thy-loved-one.html' title='Love thy Friend or Love thy Loved One?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-683340262153836494</id><published>2007-09-25T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:24:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we know what people want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do we really hear other people's thoughts? Does our action, even though it is sincere, but will be perceived as something different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we gauge other people when they just keep to a minimal of small talk but does not express more or even communicate properly so that we know what we can do, or at least show us the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very frustrating when we tend to be friendly to the other, a simple rub on the hand, or maybe an arm around the shoulder of the other, would be perceived as being too sticky? If the other just keeps to himself/herself without saying anything. At the end of the day, when both say their goodbyes, the other would be saying in their mind "No way am I going to see him/her again." Perhaps later, telling it to their friends that it was the worst date that they have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that we have to understand body language, but if the other party is not even showing their sign, how are we to know? And the most frustrating part, in the 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;° of Separation, if you believe this theory, you might have the possibility to meet up with the friend of your encounter, and tells you how they felt when they were on a date with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, come up front and say it and then all goes well, to a certain extent, ends well, though some ended up in a little heated up argument when you tell the truth, its better than keeping quiet or giving lame excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-683340262153836494?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/683340262153836494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=683340262153836494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/683340262153836494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/683340262153836494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-we-know-what-people-want_25.html' title='How do we know what people want?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-8649586562507246544</id><published>2007-09-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:45:26.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should we do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What should we do when someone walks out of your life, telling you that they are not prepared to start a relationship with you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Feel like someone just trying to crush your heart? Feeling like the heart is somehow getting harder to beat. As we try to get rid of the invisible hand that hold around our heart, making the heart to beat again as it used to, we heal and in time forget that this thing has happened, hence life goes on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Years later, the person comes back and tells you sorry and would like to get back as friends, and not lovers. We would hate this person, but then again, the humbleness of the person to ask forgiveness, we forgive and forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But as the time to meet as friends, the feelings come back. The reason for loving the person, the way it should be but we didn’t get to experience it. And in one particular period of time when the two meets, the person asked for hugs, we comply, the touch, the warmness of the person makes your heart beat even faster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The following of a kiss, a deep kiss and continuous closeness of each other makes it so perfect. But bearing in mind, the statement that the person made, “We are just friends, OK?” We don’t know what to do, but continue to embrace each other and kiss again and again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What should we do, what should we continue to feel, is this normal after the incident that has made the heart beat so fast. The mind says, “Keep your distance”, but the heart says “Don’t let it go”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It sounds that someone is playing with us again. But then again, why is this coming back to haunt us though the person has walked out of our life? Why should we feel the pain in the heart, the confusion in the mind about this matter? Shouldn’t the first experience tell us something?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It has… it has taught us something, to think logically and cautiously, but the heart… the heart doesn’t want us to think logically, doesn’t want to be cautious, but to grasp what we have missed before and to feel again that what it has been yearning for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is one sided love that the other does not think of us and once again, the feeling of being crushed in the heart comes back. Is there a need to forget this person who has come forward to ask for your friendship? But should friendship be with embraces and kisses? Should this be more than just friendship?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Confused… troubled…distraught… sadness… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-8649586562507246544?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8649586562507246544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=8649586562507246544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8649586562507246544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/8649586562507246544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-should-we-do.html' title='What should we do...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-1912541989053302449</id><published>2007-08-10T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:04:13.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices at the least most expected times</title><content type='html'>Why does it always happen when you are looking for something, you won’t be able to find it? But when you don’t look for it, it just appears right in front of you. Things happen when we least expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the aspect of a relationship, when we are desperately trying to find someone to fill in the empty gap, we just can’t really seem to find any that really fits. In the end, we get nothing but frustration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Through this kind of ordeal, some might just say, “Fine, since I can’t find one, might as well live a single life.” With this kind of thinking, we would try to get use of doing things alone and feel very happy with what we are right now and find that being single is not that bad at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As we go along life, the unexpected happens, someone that fits you pops up in front of you and seep into your life. The question would be; would you want to go on to your new found single life? Or would you accept this new person in your life and start the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Perhaps you wouldn’t mind changing back to the old life of being in a relationship, but to some, they might feel very tired to go over the cycle after finding out the life of being single.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, do we say, “Come what may, if it comes, I’ll change again”, or “No, I’m tired of changing, leave me alone, I am fine with my new lifestyle”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Some might have firm decisions to know what they are doing, but some are confused when being faced with this sort of situation. Even the firmest person will be in a dilemma when they reach this particular crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To those who really know what they want, then be what you are. To those who really don’t know what you should do, don’t worry, because you are not the only one that faces this particular problem. To really find the answer at the crossroad is to ask yourself “What do you really want?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If your heart and mind tells you the decision, do not regret when you’ve chosen the road as once you go on, there is no turning back, but to wait for another crossroad to come and choose again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-1912541989053302449?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1912541989053302449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=1912541989053302449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/1912541989053302449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/1912541989053302449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/08/choices-at-least-most-expected-times.html' title='Choices at the least most expected times'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-3175784202115714177</id><published>2007-08-08T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:00:31.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hop...</title><content type='html'>It is time again that I venture forth to another green pasture. This has been my third jump since April. Though it sounds like a person who doesn't seems to keep his butt quietly at the same place, or a person who just like to change jobs out of the fun. But is seems not to be the case as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reason for changing the job was for a change of environment and to look for better income after stuck in the same organization for 14 years. Though it seems like a good place to work with the people, the benefits that I am getting from the company seems to grow lesser and lesser. So I jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second job I landed, hoping things are for the best, turned out to be the other. Total hierarchical, as if run under the 3rd Reich. Red tapes were a lot. Non dynamic people, old prunes and boot licking was all I see. Attitude is to either "follow the leader" or "wait and see" attitude. Though some of the benefits are better from my last job, but the environment made me want to just get out of it. Just as I was venting my frustrations all over, some had sore ears listening to my bantering, an unexpected call and another company asked me if I was interested to go for an interview. I went and I jumped again for greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third job was somewhat similar to my first job that I left, dynamic (to certain extent) , fast (to certain extent too); but one thing that made me wonder such a company has people, mostly of who are in the categories of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Stabbers - These people are very dangerous, smiles nicely at you, and then reports to the bosses of the least wrong doing you've done, condemning you. Hello? Back stabbers? Nobody is born perfect you know? If you are ever so perfect, you'd be GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Chi Masters - These people who only of the top management. Says one thing at a particular time, forgets, but when it was the day being questioned of the reason why was the things approved, they say its not their fault and blame in on others. Another way of Tai Chi, is to push the responsibilities to others to take it. And when there is success, they will quickly take the credit for things that they have not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slackers - When the bosses are not around, they take their pride in doing things SLOW and STEADY, when I mean slow, it is really really SLOW! Just when the bosses are back, you can't just imagine the speed they work! Faster than a speeding bullet. If not, they'd stack up things on their table, and when bosses passes by, hoping that the bosses sees them as productive worker. Mind you, that's productive thinker of a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these people has really nothing else better to do but to think of ways to avoid and instigate on others. Better put the brain to something of a better use. But this time, though I've been trying to avoid as many of these type of people and coping with the job, lady luck just sat on my shoulder. Another call came, and another offer was made to me. Thinking of the benefits and the income that surpasses more than what I am currently working on, I decided to hop once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming this September, I will be going to another company with caution and to be a little self conservative as I would think that after so many jumps, I found that though there are some patches of the pasture is green, but there are some that is totally bad patches. Hence, I walk bravely to another pasture, only to hope to step on the greens and carefully avoid the bad ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-3175784202115714177?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3175784202115714177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=3175784202115714177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3175784202115714177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3175784202115714177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-hop.html' title='Another hop...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-2648233401508611328</id><published>2007-07-07T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:10:24.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest</title><content type='html'>Too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;A simple request&lt;br /&gt;Too little to embark&lt;br /&gt;When there is no quest&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quest that is denied&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be appealed&lt;br /&gt;All seems comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;Or set to be damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quest forward&lt;br /&gt;Hard to trudge&lt;br /&gt;Pushing without a road&lt;br /&gt;Pushing to edge&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seeing of empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;Fearing of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Hearing of nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Fearing of loneliness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Little to shine&lt;br /&gt;Running to find&lt;br /&gt;A little path to pace&lt;br /&gt;Hoping discover something valued&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing much to ask&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to seek&lt;br /&gt;But it is all deep inside us&lt;br /&gt;Quest denied then commences&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-2648233401508611328?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2648233401508611328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=2648233401508611328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2648233401508611328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2648233401508611328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/quest.html' title='Quest'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-469637016856842486</id><published>2007-07-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:16:21.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, knock…is it clear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes when you knock on the door, you could find what you’re looking for, but sometimes, not. To pass through this door, sometimes it easy to get in, sometimes you are not allowed; sometimes you invite yourself to leave before the host asks you to come in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what if it is this particular time, you manage to get into the door, but later to find out that they have been hiding things that they would not like you to see?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apparently, those people who have been hiding things in the closet or basement would reveal sooner or later. Just as when we are getting comfy over the house sofa, you suddenly found something that you don’t like to see. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some doors are open with the closet or basements open, letting you to see what they have inside, and it is up to us whether we would like to get comfy in the house.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knocking on the door sounds like a salesman trying hard to sell things, and if we get the idea of how some shun off the salesman, I guess you could get idea how this would feel when we are being slammed at the door sometimes. Keyword: THICK SKIN &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying too hard is sometimes tiring, trying too little, you get nowhere. I learned something through the experience of knocking on the doors. Regardless whether they are hiding something or not, do not get yourself too comfy till you are very sure that you’ve checked every nook and cranny of the house before calling a SAFE ZONE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-469637016856842486?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/469637016856842486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=469637016856842486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/469637016856842486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/469637016856842486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/knock-knockis-it-clear.html' title='Knock, knock…is it clear?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-1185003641479612535</id><published>2007-07-04T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:27:19.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tai-chi Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the corporate organization, big or small, there are some Managers that really manage; makes the call of any decisions that comes and delegate duties accordingly and in a way, fight for their staff, taking the fall, making himself or herself responsible over the mistakes that are done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there are some, who manages, but in a way hopefully things will go alright, but if the problems crop up, he or she blames the others (the staff) for the blunders. We call these people the Tai-Chi Masters. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Staff: Hey, I have an idea that could increase the efficiency of our department. But it needs some commitment from the management.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manager: Hmm, I think it might be good, why not you lead this little project of yours and see how it goes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Staff: OK.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assuming the little project didn’t go that well. And when the board of directors asked why has there been a problem in the manager’s department, he/she might have said, “Well, I didn’t put up with the staff decision to work on it. It was just an idea that I thought it might be good, but not to go ahead.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This of course saves the ass of the manager, but not the staff, ending up getting a bad remark on their appraisals or even worse, getting fired. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now this is what we call Tai-Chi, pushing the fault that was made by the manager to the staff, making the staff look bad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is just a simple scenario, but I bet there are lots of different scenarios that the bosses would save their own asses than to protect their staff. But if the project was good, the glory would be theirs and less on their staff, maybe by saying to the directors, “Well, I thought of it for sometime, so I decided to have a go at it”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is not easy to work with this kind of people, staff takes the fall for all the mistakes that is done, but the glory will be theirs for the taking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frustrating it is at times when we come across these kinds of people, and if it just happens to happen this way, get a simple black and white. The Tai-Chi Master won’t be able to avoid a blow if there is such black and white being used against them if any blunder occurs. But if it seems that these managers never change their bad habits, it is best to look for a transfer or even look for another job that has managers that really leads you and helps you to learn to climb up the corporate ladder than those who just steps on your hands not letting you climb the ladder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-1185003641479612535?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1185003641479612535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=1185003641479612535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/1185003641479612535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/1185003641479612535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/tai-chi-masters-2.html' title='Tai-chi Masters'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-5031942373837641472</id><published>2007-07-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:28:50.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reject, reject....</title><content type='html'>The ordeal of going through rejection is sometimes very hurtful. But to think about it, we might have done the same thing to the other and in return for doing that, you’d get the taste of being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When we are interested in someone, and try many ways to get this person’s attention, but in the end, the person might just say, “I don’t think it’s going to work out between us.” These particular words actually hit you so hard that you feel that someone has shot an arrow to your heart piercing it with the feeling of pain. We seek to find out the reason why this is happening to us, and in the end, the negativity in us builds so much that at times we look down on ourselves that we might not even want to take another step forward to look for another. Fishes in the sea might as well be swimming, but we just don’t have the mood to catch it up and say, perhaps this fish tastes good.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Come to think of it, think about the other party that has been pursuing us and we just couldn’t care less and think it’s not right for you. And when we reject the person, do we not put the same pain that we felt by being rejected? Is it karma? What goes around comes around?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We try so hard to understand that when people reject, it’s not the end of the world yet, and if you don’t succeed the first time, try again. To some, they have tried only few times that they finally succeeded, but to some, they try so hard, and yet still haven’t got anything yet. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The patience of one man does not stay forever thick as it grows thinner by the day when we urge for something and yet can’t get hold of it. “Patience is a virtue” to some people’s mind, but it is not true to some as the emotional build ups is so immense that the patience disappears and loneliness and misery kicks in to people’s mind. Thinking positive is good, but to some, it just won’t work. At times we just cry, keep quiet, stare blankly and the mind goes into limbo, thinking that if there is someone there for us.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Scream out if we can to say, “I want someone in my life that I can cherish and love!” But who can hear but yourself. It is just ourselves that we try to make it work and no one else. To give up is so easy, but the hurt will be starting to creep in, to be positive after rounds of rejection are also hard, but it’s not easy too as we need to heal yourself after the endless negative bash from the other party.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Be a loner, be a heart of stone, and let yourself to be that way and hurt will keep it at its bay. If we try to be that way, we would remove of what some other feels. But to be a person to have another in your life, take it up with great strength, as rejection is always an enemy around the corner and if we are wise to avoid its lashes, we will be fine, but once we are not careful, hurt is what we will get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-5031942373837641472?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5031942373837641472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=5031942373837641472&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5031942373837641472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5031942373837641472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/reject-reject.html' title='Reject, reject....'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-7216337013049498725</id><published>2007-06-14T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:06:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The satisfactory to someone’s perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What does it take to make it work with someone when you are just you? A normal bloke, nothing outstanding or interesting, that does not even make an impression to someone’s mind?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How or what must be done? What if we took the effort to be noticed? You made yourself to be someone that is not the real you for a specific period of time. When you do get noticed, or perhaps get hitched, what’s next? Continue to be the ‘pretend’ person that you are not? What about the true you? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If for any instance that you do get to revert to your old self, would you automatically loose the person that you’ve got as the thing that hold both of you together is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; you and not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chances are you might loose this person that you like and hence, get yourself hurt. So do we keep pretending to be someone that you are not? Keep changing ourselves to suit another’s wants, but what about our wants? Is it wrong to be just ourselves? Do we live in a society that is judged by the way they want you to look and act and not the other? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Attention seekers have no problems coping with the society’s demand on how should they look and act. But the other group of people just doesn’t even care what other people think, as long as they are happy with how they look and act.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Living to the expectation on how people look at us is just hard, as we are disturbed psychologically with the social pressure that we did not ask but exist in the world we live in. Sometimes we are envious to some that are able to be what they are and to be able to cope with the environment, but there are some that is just hard to it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we see in the American Idol, not all can sing well and they are not musically gifted. Some are just plain tone deaf.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A remedy to this, never look down on yourself on the incapability that how other people see in us, but to work on it slowly on our own pace to suit the flow of your own life. Sooner or later, we will get noticed. Though there is no remedy to those who just want no change in your own and to get someone to notice you. In this world, to not get change won’t go really far compared to those who change little by little. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ponder we shall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-7216337013049498725?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7216337013049498725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=7216337013049498725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7216337013049498725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7216337013049498725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/satisfactory-to-someones-perception.html' title='The satisfactory to someone’s perception'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-6157338477203972599</id><published>2007-06-13T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:36:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day...?? Pastures greener?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have officially stepped out of the company that I complained about and got myself a new job within 2 months of the old company. It is true that new job means new challenges, and new pay, but then, it is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; a greener pasture. I've came to a company that is better in a way than the last company, but there is something that made myself well reserved that this company, though is good, but the system or even the people (some of them) that I am a bit reserved. Their thinking or even their mentality is somewhat similar to the one I left. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a chapter in my life, when there are smudges from the last page of the last chapter stained on the new page. Though the new job I have has better challenges and even better for my career path, it has come to a point that I wonder, will I be able to hold on to this company?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-6157338477203972599?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6157338477203972599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=6157338477203972599&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6157338477203972599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6157338477203972599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-day-pastures-greener.html' title='A new day...?? Pastures greener?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-3886656049308139516</id><published>2007-05-29T08:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:28:42.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does distance work?</title><content type='html'>The internet, the IT wonder, the barrier breaker. The technology that actually allows us to communicate with others on the other side of the world, from the humble beginning of email (pure text), to embedded pictures with email, through online messaging, though video chat, this has broken the boundaries of communication, virtually anyone with a PC and a broadband line, you can speak with anyone, see them with your webcam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some have developed romance on the cyber world; love at cam’s first sight and from there proposes their love. But there is one problem; they are thousands of miles apart separated by the sea, how far this love will grow apart from seeing each other in the net. Does this go further? We still need to touch the person, feel them to connect with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, maybe they will drop by during their holidays, to meet up and see if it is really worth going on. Now, if it does, what’s next? Go for a long distance relationship? How will this work? How long can it sustain? How long can we stand not seeing physically each other in the beginning of the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deny the fact that there are some who did some sacrifices, giving up their job and joining the other. But it doesn’t work for some when there are some who bare some responsibilities over their shoulder. Who wouldn’t just drop everything and go off to seek their own happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happens, we have these running through our minds, “Why do you have to be so far away?” or “How I wish I could be there with you?” with a small follow up to that query “But I have something to take care of here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of all the things that people say, “If there is a will, there is a way”, but sometimes, even the strongest will can’t even break the responsibilities that some of us shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds downright negative, but yes, this is some of the things that does happen to some people, that they just have to let go and search for someone nearer, “Can’t go for the best you’ve found, find another then.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-3886656049308139516?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3886656049308139516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=3886656049308139516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3886656049308139516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3886656049308139516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-distance-work.html' title='Does distance work?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-7005129845203829414</id><published>2007-05-26T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:04:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things comes to an end…</title><content type='html'>Couples that have been together for so long leads to two results, one to be continuously happy, and the other, living their lives separately, doing their own things, and in the end, who knows, divorcing each other after a long marriage. Though some call to talk it over about what seems to be the problem, and to see whether it can be solved, but then, it doesn’t work that way for some couples. Once a glass is broken, no matter how much glue you try to apply to stick it back together, it still ends up with cracks on the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that two people that decide to go their own way, but there are some, between the two, that one of the party that wants out, and the other begging to give another try. For those who wants out, maybe, just maybe, a thought of relief and freedom, with a little spec of heartache. But to this people, they will just think “Time to start a new chapter!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who hurt most are those who are the ones trying to save the relationship, whereas the other just couldn’t wait to be out of the relationship. We need to look at this people and say, “Don’t worry, there are still others out there, though it might not be the same, but at least the others might be better than the one you have right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept the fact that it is the end of the chapter for the one you loved, don’t blame yourself, as everyone in the world, not even your partner is perfect. Just be on the look out for someone better, perhaps it will bring you up to another level of higher satisfaction. Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-7005129845203829414?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7005129845203829414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=7005129845203829414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7005129845203829414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/7005129845203829414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-things-comes-to-end.html' title='When things comes to an end…'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-2759961606387811197</id><published>2007-04-27T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:37:40.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another facet to an Open Relationship</title><content type='html'>Is it really true when people practice open relationship, the relationship will last compared to a monogamous relationship? What is the definition of open to some people? Some considered open to the extent of calling a 3rd person to join for occasional fun, while some define it as the couple go their own way to find their fun but just don’t let the other party find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true or sure that you can keep you partner’s heart at bay? Will you have the fear that they will leave you if they find someone that maybe performs better than you? We can see this as lust, not love. It is because that when we find fun, and the fun turns out to be the best thing you’ve ever had and hope that you can have more, lust takes over and not love. So where does love come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would this dampen a relationship that someone has? Could you loose your partner over lust? The answer to this, it is a 50/50 chance. As we go on further to define a relationship, we tend to say that love and lust works together. Without lust, but only love, when will it last? So when open relationship comes in play, are we prepared to face the day that we might loose a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying people out there who practices open relationship will not last long, but there is a caution to this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one suggest to have an open relationship, where the other tries to accommodate feels suffocated or stressed for the matter that “negative thoughts” might be playing in the mind. The aspect of one practices while the other does not, how far can one give in to the other partner’s wishes to go ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both agree to the fact are open, I guess this couple could last longer. But is there a 100% truth to this matter that open relationships can make the couple go on further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, the only people who might get hurt are the ones being asked to have fun, knowing or not knowing that sparks might trigger and fall for a person who is already partnered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question that brings to the attention of couples that are practicing open relationship, it is necessary for you to have this and when is it enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the analogy of a person who has a salary of 1000. He says, “If I can get another 500, it should be enough”, but when the target is reached, another thought comes into the mind, “Maybe if I get 2000, it would be enough”. The fact is, it’s never enough. As human, the needs of a person changes so fast. It might satisfy but a short period of time, when the person gets bored with it, they would look for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we control our needs? Will the person in front of you be good enough? Will this faithfulness ever stand or you see it cracking and in the end see it crumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-2759961606387811197?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2759961606387811197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=2759961606387811197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2759961606387811197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2759961606387811197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-facet-to-open-relationship.html' title='Another facet to an Open Relationship'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-6094452664983371853</id><published>2007-04-14T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:56:52.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting of a rambler...</title><content type='html'>A week has passed, and I have landed myself in a new job. Was suppose to be a joyful thing, but sadly, I have to agree with some people that there is no such things as “greener pastures” on the other side of the fence. Instead of the nice air that I suppose I was going to get, I got myself in a pile of crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if its just me, or its just the environment, but listening to some people telling me that I’ve been too complacent with the old company, that I need some adjustment to do. It is true that this is the thing that we all will face when we move over to some new place/job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that interviews you paints such a perfect picture, but the picture was not painted to beautify the picture, but just to paint over some of the areas that needs “touch up”. Though sometimes it is true not to show the true colors of the organization, but at least the person who interviews shouldn’t have paint a touch up on themselves too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether to hate the leader or to hate the organization, but at this point of time, I hate both. The organization might be crappy in the way they manage, but if the leader of the department is as crappy as the organization itself, what is there to learn from the leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of less, the environment does not even make the place as an enjoyable place to work with, but rather, people has been leaving the organization, to quote from one person who told me “People has been leaving after working here for  just only 2-3 months”. Hearing from a person who has been on the top position really makes me wonder that its true that the organization, to the eyes of the public might be very good, but I guess the judging the cover is not a wise thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at the organization’s background”, someone says, but I looked, and it is not bad, but I should look further, like interviewing the people within the organization and see if it is worth to work in an organization that it is considered “old school”. Rigid and red tapes are not the way to a new way of how organization should work on, but rather, for a bunch of “YES” people and subordinates are to follow “BLINDLY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, there is no way that we would know the unknown. Who would even want to allow some outsiders to uncover the things in the organization? So we have to say that we are just pending on our luck to see if we are lucky to be in the best or the worst place ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-6094452664983371853?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6094452664983371853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=6094452664983371853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6094452664983371853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/6094452664983371853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/venting-of-rambler.html' title='Venting of a rambler...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-4989901256795015369</id><published>2007-03-22T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:21:35.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble on.....Single/Couple??</title><content type='html'>Many things have happened during the past few months that I have kept writing out of my mind. The things I need to ramble were in the mind but never have the right time to really sit down in front of the computer to key in/pen my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I try to live up to my Blog’s name as to stay as constant as possible to ramble on. Let’s bring up a recent thing that I was discussing with a friend of mine, Abyssinian (nick name). While on our way back, she brought up a topic of “Don’t you feel lonely sometimes?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it once a long time ago to certain friends who have brought up this question; again, it has its perks. Being lonely is sometime a good thing; you get to have time for yourself to do the things that you like to do and not to bother anyone around you to give opinions or noises going round your ears like an annoying mosquito. Towards this path, sometimes we are easily prone to make more mistakes than having another person’s opinion on things that you do. To quote “Two Heads are better than ONE”. The key thing in here in being a single person is FREEDOM. The freedom to do what you really want to do, without anyone putting a barrier in front of you and you have to do so much explanation or making people understand the reasons of why you do the things that they find it is not right. A path that when we enjoy, but to what extent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we share it with someone? Imagine this simple scenario, a 2000 piece jigsaw puzzle, the hours spent, days spent, finally, at the pinnacle moment, the last few pieces, you put it in, once completed, the sense of achievement, jumping for joy (maybe a little bit of exaggeration), you just want to say to someone, “Hey! I finished, I finished!” Here you were hoping that someone that will say congratulations, but you standing alone under a spotlight with confetti popping, but there is no one there to share with you the joy that you gain. The key thing that you loose from the FREEDOM is SHARING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that cannot be done alone, that it needs two or more people to complete the task. Just when you feel that you need someone to talk to, or maybe a shoulder to cry on, or perhaps, sexual needs! Seriously, you need someone. This is always a Ying and a Yang to things. Whatever good things of being single are the bad things to a couple, and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s easy to say that there are times that we need to be alone when and times that needs to be together. So, for those lonely souls walking around, find someone if you really need it, but if you think you can go on dragging through the single path, go on doing it, as it is not wrong being alone, as long we never blame ourselves for what path that we have chosen. Heck, its life. Live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-4989901256795015369?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4989901256795015369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=4989901256795015369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/4989901256795015369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/4989901256795015369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/ramble-onsinglecouple.html' title='Ramble on.....Single/Couple??'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-5403021882084542266</id><published>2007-02-02T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:37:37.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Oh Status</title><content type='html'>The use of certain websites where your profile has been placed is to show the people around the world, to let them know who you are, place with/without a picture, what's your sexuality, preferences, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I still don't understand is their status. Why when they are coupled, yet they put their status as single? Why after the long and pursuing intentions of knowing the person and hopefully get to see them or even a chance for love, they tell it in the last that they are coupled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we forgive and forget these people who tends to hide behind the curtain? Or should we go on to know them as a friend, for the fact, we can't go further than just being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they need a change in the picture. The truth is never out there till we uncover? Why should this come in play and do we single people have to fall into this little trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this in the end come to understand the other person would be telling lies in the further conversations and the other person is being unfaithful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-5403021882084542266?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5403021882084542266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=5403021882084542266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5403021882084542266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5403021882084542266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/status-oh-status.html' title='Status Oh Status'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-2576467491131619797</id><published>2006-11-17T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:11:20.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure or trash?</title><content type='html'>Are we treasure&lt;br /&gt;Are we trash&lt;br /&gt;Never sure&lt;br /&gt;Never distinguish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we would want to be&lt;br /&gt;As this we are treated as we are&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean that we are not true&lt;br /&gt;To what we do, as hearts are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mighty seat above the triangle&lt;br /&gt;See not what is done&lt;br /&gt;But blinded they are&lt;br /&gt;Listen by people as their guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling around emotions been played&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around like a ball&lt;br /&gt;When bore of the game they play&lt;br /&gt;Abandon the ball will they all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;When a need to play&lt;br /&gt;The ball they seek&lt;br /&gt;Continue they play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a new owner&lt;br /&gt;To get treated better&lt;br /&gt;Than to continue this hurt&lt;br /&gt;Before our minds and hearts get battered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-2576467491131619797?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2576467491131619797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=2576467491131619797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2576467491131619797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/2576467491131619797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/treasure-or-trash.html' title='Treasure or trash?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-5750384774677176084</id><published>2006-11-15T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:07:45.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crave...</title><content type='html'>Crave, does anyone have it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The crave to have something, longing to have it, thinking about it day and night (maybe to much there…), whenever someone talks about the thing that you have been eyeing or fascinate on, or walked passed a display store, flipped through a magazine, saw from the net, you will say something like “Aww, wish I could have that…”, “That’s my target”, “Do you know what this thing can do?”, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This would lead to the person trying to know the product inside out so well and maybe little drools dripping out from the mouth with sparks flashing in the eyes. (I guess you can imagine this sort of imagery whenever you watch anime, they are famous with that sort of expression).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once you get your hands on it, the excitement dissipates, the climax has reached to the fullest and everything burst out, and then, what’s next?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crave might eventually becomes a query, “Hmm, do I really need this”, “Should I waste my money on this”, “Hmm, nothing special”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And from the query, it might lead to regrets, maybe misery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The extent we want to get things, but only in the end to regret. How many of us felt this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-5750384774677176084?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5750384774677176084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=5750384774677176084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5750384774677176084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/5750384774677176084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/crave.html' title='Crave...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-105293432309879029</id><published>2006-11-02T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:43:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To boldly step the first step where no one can push you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you look at a person that you’d think that he/she is your kind of gal/guy, how would you react? Needless to say that some will have many ideas popping out of their minds to think of ways to approach the other party, while some are grounded to face a little bit of what we call a “&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;reality check&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The things we say to ourselves somehow are a little damaging, even to the extent of minimizing the opportunity for you that this particular person might be the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How is it that we dampen our spirits and even our confidence? Perhaps we never want to know that if there is a slightest chance of getting the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; that we wanted. Mostly we would have thoughts of “&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Better save myself from the rejection and the embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;”, or “&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Better not waste my time on something that I know will not happen&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The problem is that we are never able to take the first step or to be thick skin enough. Should we be constantly be reminded this particular phrase “&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Never try, Never know&lt;/span&gt;”. Who knows? We might even hit the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jackpot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let us ponder…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-105293432309879029?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/105293432309879029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=105293432309879029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/105293432309879029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/105293432309879029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-boldy-step-first-step-where-no-one.html' title='To boldly step the first step where no one can push you...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-3168957275195963403</id><published>2006-10-31T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:23:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Clouds...</title><content type='html'>A sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Clouded by uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that feel light&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly turns heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings never show&lt;br /&gt;An invisible force lingers slow&lt;br /&gt;People that suddenly clouded&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feels bad, moody and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying of why&lt;br /&gt;Worrying of how&lt;br /&gt;Worrying of where&lt;br /&gt;Worrying of something to be aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of invisibility&lt;br /&gt;Clouds that moves slow&lt;br /&gt;Clouds that does not give warning&lt;br /&gt;Clouds that are are slowly scaring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damper the spirits&lt;br /&gt;To whom it might be affected&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray oh pray&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this heart wander away&lt;br /&gt;Let this dark clouds be away&lt;br /&gt;Or fear will come and will be here to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-3168957275195963403?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3168957275195963403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=3168957275195963403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3168957275195963403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/3168957275195963403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/dark-clouds.html' title='Dark Clouds...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-842646362197920388</id><published>2006-10-31T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:07:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect to whose eyes?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we ask, what is really considered perfect? Should there be always be a prince charming for a beautiful princess; or prince charming for a prince charming? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at a couple, if it does not look like it should be a perfect pair (in one’s perception), a Brad Pitt look with a Tony Shalhoub or a Tom Cruise with Kathy Bates look, you’d say “I don’t think they are a perfect match”, “Something’s wrong with this picture that I can’t put my finger on.” But who are we to say that a perfect couple is “not-so” perfect”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people, the quote, “Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder” sums it up to anybody’s question on his “not-so” perfect match. The standards that we put for ourselves are different from others, where some might agree with your comment, while others tend to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to take the analogy of what is considered a perfect home to a perfect match. Some people would like their home to be a Zen design, practically simple and less complicated furniture or antiques while others would look for a Balinese mix of Tropical design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes to a person’s taste. So when it comes to the question of what type of guys/gals you are looking for, and one states, “I like him/her to be manly/slender built, intelligent and caring”, but in the end finds a less than average guy/gal with less of what is stated, you’d be questioned “That’s what you call your perfect candidate?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on what is the level of acceptance of what each person’s standards are. Be very aware or what we say sometimes to other people (even unintentionally), the situation might just fall on us. When faced with the statement “Hey, he’s/she's not quite your match”, we’d be answering “Well, in my eyes, he’s/she's perfect in every way.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-842646362197920388?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/842646362197920388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=842646362197920388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/842646362197920388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/842646362197920388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/perfect-to-whose-eyes.html' title='Perfect to whose eyes?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-116105514831503792</id><published>2006-10-17T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To find a job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do we really know what we know or it's just good enough for you to pass up as a knowledgeable person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this particular thought up is because when I got the boot from my company, and looking through the ads for jobs, I felt like, "I know some of this, but then again, I am not sure whether I fit for the job". Should we say upfront to the interviewer, "I know some of this, but am willing to learn the rest if given the chance". Will the interviewer think, "Hmm...Nah, not what we are looking for".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we say "I know all these, and I am experienced", but later to find that you are not, you'll get the boot from this new company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we play safe by being honest or should we lie to risk our name getting tarnished in the corporate world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do we learn to be the all knowledgeable? It's from a company that gives a chance for you to grow. But how many will allow you to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote "&lt;b style=""&gt;Jack of all trades, Master of None&lt;/b&gt;" comes in play, as how proficient we are in the company, but you master none of it, the chances of getting a job is kind of slim. But then again, if you master only one and the job out there needs you to be more than just one particular skill? Then the "&lt;b&gt;Chicken and Egg&lt;/b&gt;" situation comes in play. Strange enough, this is how the corporate world is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a job is easy if expectations are lesser, but when there is a load on your shoulders, it's a different ball game all together. We want so much to find a job that's going to pay well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to try to find a good job for yourself; the employer tries to find a good employee. Till that chance comes, all we can do is keep searching till one comes by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-116105514831503792?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116105514831503792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=116105514831503792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/116105514831503792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/116105514831503792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-find-job.html' title='To find a job...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-116097386173713727</id><published>2006-10-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock and throw away the key?!.. (Part II, the additional to Memories)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/key.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you think about the past, is it normal that we feel happy/bad? Does that mean we are not getting over the past?    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Can we leave it as in one of the locked drawers? Somehow if you agree with me, the key finds its way back to the lock and unlocks it. When it does, mix emotions flooding out of the drawer. When this happens, people beside you feel it. &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I am fine”, “No, nothing is wrong”, “Don’t worry”, “I am still with you aren’t I”, “I’m OK”. These are the words we normally hear. Be weary as some feel insecure (to those who are coupled), when they sense you have the sudden change of mood/expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is hard to find any solution to an insecure heart as the other finds it hard to believe that their presence is never enough or appreciated compared to the one that has affected you in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assurance and constant assurance is all we have to give to the other party. But when it is enough? It is never enough to make that sort of assurance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn to put up a face when this happens as this will surely be the best way to avoid any unwanted scenes. So, to lock and throw away the key, its just a thing you can do for a certain period of time as it will, a guarantee that will creep back into your life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-116097386173713727?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116097386173713727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=116097386173713727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/116097386173713727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/116097386173713727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/lock-and-throw-away-key-part-ii.html' title='Lock and throw away the key?!.. (Part II, the additional to Memories)'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-115986719955036662</id><published>2006-10-03T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/Gloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/Gloom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you look at the sky, sometimes it’s clear, sunny and warm, sometimes it’s cloudy, gloomy and cold. When we see the changes in the sky, it reflects a little on what we are feeling at times. We have the best of time; we have the worst of time. We enjoy some of the times that makes you remember that special day, but it will also make you remember the worst day in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories is all we have when we see this in the sky, sometimes you tell yourself, don’t think of the past, but this sort of memory does not lay dormant, it sometimes creep back, and bang, hits you in your head. You might laugh, smile, smirk, weep, etc. Some crave that they wish they were back to the good old days; some just couldn’t wait to say “Good riddance”; some wish they could mend the things that they did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truly, it’s just something that we have to just look at it, and walk away. Through memories we learn, learn what should not be repeated, learn that there are more things than life itself than oneself, and the list goes on to what we could learn from it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/Sunrise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each experience passed becomes a memory. Each memory that is in the mind becomes a reminder. The reminder is to let us know what we should and should not do as we move along our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To erase any memory is hard, it’s all we have, can’t go back to how it happen, or to avoid it from happening, it is just but just a memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-115986719955036662?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115986719955036662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=115986719955036662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115986719955036662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115986719955036662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-115836936365890839</id><published>2006-09-16T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>The closure is found,&lt;br /&gt;The question answered,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons known,&lt;br /&gt;The relationship ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healed a part in the heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;One of many of different encounters,&lt;br /&gt;This, the one that brave to oblige,&lt;br /&gt;Than others that shun, like cowards and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace in the heart, an answered prayer,&lt;br /&gt;A light you shown to make it clearer,&lt;br /&gt;For you have helped to show the path&lt;br /&gt;Lesser the obstacles as I continue to march&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-115836936365890839?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115836936365890839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=115836936365890839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115836936365890839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115836936365890839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-115832528083966338</id><published>2006-09-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish to be loved or cared</title><content type='html'>When you fall sick, you wish that someone is there with you. But when there isn't anyone around, its up to you to pick yourself up to care for your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A need to have someone there with you not only warms yourself up, but to know that someone cares for you. A person that would be there for you when you are not able to do the things yourself, to assist you in ways so that you can rest better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing does not fall to everyone as some do live alone and does not have someone to care for. When there is times you fall sick, you'd get calls from friends or maybe a visit from them, though sometimes you do get visits, but its not the one you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be pampered a little or to be cared by your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wake up and smell the roses, cause for you guys who is gonna be alone and yet to be in a relationship, you need to care and love yourself more than anyone who is gonna give their attention to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till that time comes, at least, know something, know deep down inside your heart that, in life, to love oneself is the best thing you ever could do for yourself and that someone that pours their care and love for you is an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't demand from it, you can't ask for it, you can only allow it to come as it pleases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-115832528083966338?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115832528083966338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=115832528083966338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115832528083966338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115832528083966338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/wish-to-be-loved-or-cared.html' title='A wish to be loved or cared'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-115822910319182551</id><published>2006-09-14T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:58:16.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Feelings</title><content type='html'>When the feelings come, how should we feel,&lt;br /&gt;Should we do to leave it, embrace it,  or discard it?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do to it, no matter how,&lt;br /&gt;The first touch of it you sense it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch to your heart this strange little feeling,&lt;br /&gt;A sense of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;A sense of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A sense of fear,&lt;br /&gt;Or a sense like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these feelings come what should we do,&lt;br /&gt;To some you envy 'cause they know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;To some when they handle they show in their faces,&lt;br /&gt;To some they hide in their hearts without any traces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange feelings come and go,&lt;br /&gt;A visitor you are to whomever you go,&lt;br /&gt;Be a friend, a foe or whatever you are,&lt;br /&gt;You are liked or hated that's what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange feelings be good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;It will always be there, so how should we care?&lt;br /&gt;An answer you seek will never be there,&lt;br /&gt;It will be time should you know how to bare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-115822910319182551?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115822910319182551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=115822910319182551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115822910319182551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115822910319182551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/strange-feelings.html' title='Strange Feelings'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-115786208123700538</id><published>2006-09-10T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stray or not to stray...</title><content type='html'>I once received a mail from a guy, stating that doesn't know what to do. He don't know what to do is because he found himself thinking of 'straying'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question to pose here is should we stray or not, hence comes to a more common term between couples, should it be completely, exclusively monogamous or should it be an open relationship. This does applies to both aspects of heterosexuals and the homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the same for both of the sexual orientations as they tend to stray, well more for the guys to stray than the girls, but then again, its a fact that guys do have a shorter span on what is deemed a &lt;strong&gt;true commitment&lt;/strong&gt; to the other. Girls out there, don't smile or even smirk, though I say guys do that, doesn't mean that the girls don't do it too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of everything, the love is strong, burning hot, but what happens when the fire dissipates, it is then we have to make sure it does not, if not, when the fire dies, so does the love to one another. For a straight couple, though married, there are growing cases of divorce, and for the same sex, the party goes looking for another. But how is it that we should keep it going?&lt;br /&gt;It all comes to the couple itself and no other that can help. It takes two hands to clap, thus saying that, both have to work on it to keep the flame burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to most of them, they don't tend to talk about it, but rather goes looking for another &lt;strong&gt;secretly, &lt;/strong&gt;there are that those who talked it out and even agree on either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That both have to find something to spice up the relationship, do something new together or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That both party are up to meet other people to have their own 'strays' as long it does not affect the relationship. It could end up either both party finding their own &lt;strong&gt;outsiders&lt;/strong&gt; to fulfill their lust or invite a guy/girl that both agree for a threesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point of trying to stray by oneself and end up if the other half finds out, one will be having more things to explain. I know that some people said that its better left &lt;strong&gt;silent&lt;/strong&gt; than to talk it out, but I really do feel that talking out will bare lesser pain than actually by hearing it from other people or finding out by themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-115786208123700538?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115786208123700538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=115786208123700538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115786208123700538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115786208123700538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/stray-or-not-to-stray.html' title='Stray or not to stray...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100357.post-115778123324317713</id><published>2006-09-09T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:37:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the rambling blogger...</title><content type='html'>Today's the first time I should start of my ramblings. Thanks to a certain person who says I should keep up with writing my thoughts out than rather keeping everything to myself. To those who read, please bare in mind that it is in no way try to offend anyone whatsover but just out of the feelings that sometimes depends on the mood of the blogger. :) It might be disturbing. LOL. But then again, nobody write everything in a happy happy self. It is once in a blue moon, hmmm.. maybe not once in a blue moon, situational changes in the environment that the writings would be good and also bad (the sad, morbid stuffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading, or maybe, cautious reading. Don't let me affect you. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100357-115778123324317713?l=theconstantramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115778123324317713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100357&amp;postID=115778123324317713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115778123324317713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100357/posts/default/115778123324317713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theconstantramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/beginning-of-rambling-blogger_09.html' title='The beginning of the rambling blogger...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14145143832991554456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2174/3753/1600/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
