XPIT - Manager

You are a XPIT--Expressive Practical Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Manager.

You are cool, thoughtful and intelligent. Your approach and your sense of humor are under-the-radar, your charm is undeniable. You keep everything under control. You have distinctive vocal mannerisms. You may not have much interest in approaching strangers, but when you do, you are successful.

You will probably end up with someone beautiful, fascinating and off-balance. While your partner may steal the limelight, it's you that keeps things running smoothly and provides stability in your relationship. If you are with someone as contemplative and hard-headed as you, you can have a tough time.

Your greatest asset is that you tackle conflict as it rises -- you don't ignore it and let it brew. If you have a partner that *does* let it brew, it will make you crazy! You can find yourself fighting for two -- trying to anticipate your partner's needs and draw their feelings out -- which is exhausting and, well, not your job.

You would never cheat. You would make an excellent spouse. When your spouse's friends met you, they would think, "Crap, why couldn't I get that one?"

Of the 222398 people who have taken this quiz, 6.2 % are this type. Quiz

My trip to Phuket, 28th Oct 2004

A smiley cappuccino from McCafe, at Changi Airport :)

Me and my elder bro, the gila-gila duo

We stayed here! :) South Sea Karon Resort, at Karon Beach.
Now, isn't this one lovely place to just laze around for holidays?

Looks like a scene from James Bond eh? :p
She was the hottest lady there man! Oh, she brought her kid to the island too... yeah she is a mom :p

Jurassic Park: oooh two monitor lizards facing off!

Raya Island, off Phuket

Another scene from Raya Island

Some quotes to live by

Smooth sea won't make skilful sailors -- Anonymous

We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing towards it. The process is not yet finished, but it is going on. This is not the end, but it is the road -- Martin Luther

Without darkness, there are no dreams -- Karla Kuban

When it is dark enough, you can see the star -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm -- Ralph Waldo Emmerson

All things are difficult before they are easy -- Thomas Fuller

Zeal without knowledge is fire without light -- Thomas Fuller

Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted -- Albert Einstein

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies -- Aristotle

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend -- Albert Camus

To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe -- Anatole France

Ponders... The Living Years

“This was written from the perspective of a son who has a conflicted relationship with his father. After his father dies, he discovers that he and his father had a much stronger bond than he ever realised, and regrets not saying more while he was alive.”

Someone once commented the above about the song The Living Years, by Mike & The Mechanics (for those who care, lyrics were posted on 5th June 2005).



I have always listened to this song since I was in primary school. Oddly enough, it has taken me passed my entire teenage years into my adulthood, to eventually feel the words of this song.

I know my parents are still alive, and I still have the chance to say the things I want to say… that I love them, I am thinking of them, and I am worried about them… but I have still yet to say. I may not even say! Well, not that they have said anything like that to me before!

So are we a loveless family? Or do we show love more by actions and not by words?

Listen here, I know we are filled with love, albeit silent about it. I always feel their care and concern. Oh how they would always try so hard to send us money so we can eat well, and buy books. In turn, they would live a very simple and sometimes miserable life, spending so very little, just for us… sometimes i feel so ashamed!

I have always wondered why my parents chose to send all of us here? Is it for a better life? A better education? A better environment to grow up???

Whatever it was, I am sure it had to be a pretty good reason to sacrifice seeing us, and bearing the painful loneliness of us not being near them. You know, what if they fell sick? Or got hurt? And where would I be? I would be so far from them… but I am already here! All comfy and used to every grass, leaves, twigs, everything here…

I thank you both for sending me here. I will not be who I am now if it were not for all your sacrifices...

I will be coming home in less than 3 weeks time…

Commencement Day, with my beloved parents and lil' bro

A decade of time…

10 years in Singapore…
10 years of new-found freedom,
10 years of self-independence.

10 years of playful learning,
10 years of self-discovery,
10 years of personal growth,

10 years of possibly going astray,
10 years of NOT going astray :)

10 years of ups and downs,
10 years of tears and sweat,
10 years of facing them alone.

10 years with new mates,
10 years without old mates.

10 years away from home,
10 years of forgetting home.

10 years away from my parents,
10 years of missing them.

It has been 10 years??? Darn...

The Living Years - Mike and the Mechanics

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be o.k.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye