<?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-34521411</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:35:48.993+08:00</updated><category term='Criticism against Praise'/><category term='Teachers Through the Ages'/><title type='text'>piEces Of LIfE*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-1168159701984337128</id><published>2009-11-18T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:39:06.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm have always wanted to blog for the past few days.. but somehow once I  get started on it, I would be lost for words in between..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its been a long November.. Rain seems inevitable almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Walked in the heavy rain today and loved that kind of feeling. Forgetting everything at the back of your head, just purely enjoying that cold weather and raindrops falling onto your skin.&lt;br /&gt;As always a hectic week so far. Not going to whine on how bad things are cuz its not going to change things. The days of the week will still go on, and weekends will still come ! =P&lt;br /&gt;Got my route mapped out ahead of me once I finished my service. The best part, its somewhat working towards my ambition. Smile ppl, if there are certain things that dun seem to be going your way, just remember that things would only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-1168159701984337128?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1168159701984337128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=1168159701984337128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/1168159701984337128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/1168159701984337128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm-have-always-wanted-to-blog-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-2290402770883892047</id><published>2009-11-13T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:37:35.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tadeh, there u go people.. Few hours of revamping and debugging. Finally got this up and going.&lt;br /&gt;Lots to blog but too tired for the day.. shall blog soon.. Nights ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-2290402770883892047?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/2290402770883892047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=2290402770883892047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/2290402770883892047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/2290402770883892047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2009/11/tadeh-there-u-go-people.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-821995837774998272</id><published>2009-10-22T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:50:57.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tsk, I am back once again..  Its finally October, time somewhat seems to freeze. Been busy with camp, weekend burn, hectic lifestyle and to top everything up, nth seems to be going right..&lt;br /&gt;Haven been going for my bike lessons for awhile already.. I wonder how long it will take me to get my 2B. Anyways let time tell.. cheers ppl&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like dancing everything off and chill ! Anyone game ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-821995837774998272?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/821995837774998272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=821995837774998272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/821995837774998272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/821995837774998272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2009/10/tsk-i-am-back-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-9102685764511815977</id><published>2009-03-27T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:12:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally its Friday again. Just wanna relax and forget all the stress..&lt;br /&gt;Todae I shall talk about the 5 bonding that every human needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Family bond&lt;br /&gt;2) Siblings bond&lt;br /&gt;3) Friendship bond&lt;br /&gt;4) Relationship bond&lt;br /&gt;5) Spiritual bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 5 bonds are very different and unique individually. Neither one of these can compensate for another.  I am sure even if I don't elaborate on these 5 bonds, most of you will know which of these 5 you are lacking in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Without any one of these bonds, one might feel that something is lacking in their life.&lt;br /&gt;These 5 bonds are what comfort us inside, give us the motivation to proceed with the tough road ahead of us which we all call life.&lt;br /&gt;Therfore I hope all of you will seek and find all your 5 bonds in life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-9102685764511815977?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/9102685764511815977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=9102685764511815977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/9102685764511815977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/9102685764511815977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-its-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-225859362073114987</id><published>2009-02-23T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:27:40.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long while since I last blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to dissapoint all my loyal readers. If I have any that is. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say that todae is Monday and the week starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;After a long day from camp, i just simply laid back on my bed and chill thinking about what I have been through so far.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. This year I am officially 21.&lt;br /&gt;Checkpoint in life, 16, 18, 20, 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;This is where yr true teenage life begins. Full of vitality and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;This is another point in life where you are considered as an young adult.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions, responsiblity and ethical values determine who u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;Twenty is the changing point from a  1 to 2. LOL&lt;br /&gt;From this point onwards you are no longer considered a teen But an matured individual awaiting the age of 21 to become a full grown adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;From this point onwards each individual have to begin to path their life ahead. This is the biggest crossroad in anyone's life. At this age, one not only have to live and survive for themselves. One would have to also care and protect their love ones around them, including family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;From where one is, one needs to make right desicions in life to take them to a greater height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahx after all the crap philosophical stuff back to my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly few drops of tears just rolled down my face while laying back in my bed. It has nothing to do with any emotions like sadness or happiness. Neither did I yawn -.-&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how that came about. Perhaps is just my subconsciousness or the emptiness inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways arnd 9pm, I headed to a nearby gym to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a few times from adults saying this to me and it chills me.&lt;br /&gt;"Last time when I was your age, I used to be as skinny as you, but look at me now -.-"&lt;br /&gt;This is where I get my motivation to train and maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here for now and continue to lay back in my bed. Over and out readers.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-225859362073114987?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/225859362073114987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=225859362073114987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/225859362073114987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/225859362073114987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-long-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-8117243332970947148</id><published>2007-09-19T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:51:13.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_poQkCxrxpOE/RvDVlB3VoTI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q5R_ovcT-rE/s1600-h/PolarPookie-sig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111820409197928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_poQkCxrxpOE/RvDVlB3VoTI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q5R_ovcT-rE/s400/PolarPookie-sig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Using a FOR Loop to complete his punishment of 500 lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Found this picture kinda cute and interesting. (Java)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivers are getting more and more, so are irresponsible drivers.&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, was somewhere near the PIE exit along Tampines round market.&lt;br /&gt;I stood right in front of the zebra crossing waiting for drivers to stop so as for me to cross.&lt;br /&gt;10 cars passed before I was given way by an understanding driver.&lt;br /&gt;*Yohoo zebra crossing ? Give way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking halfway thru, a "F1 driver" drove right in front of me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_poQkCxrxpOE/RvDVdB3VoSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Brt_6eix_ps/s1600-h/PolarPookie-sig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on a half unoccupied zebra crossing horning at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand that car horns are use to warn pedestrian and other drivers. But using it when you are in the wrong ? LOLX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-8117243332970947148?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/8117243332970947148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=8117243332970947148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/8117243332970947148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/8117243332970947148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2007/09/using-for-loop-to-complete-his.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_poQkCxrxpOE/RvDVlB3VoTI/AAAAAAAAADE/Q5R_ovcT-rE/s72-c/PolarPookie-sig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-1074082203868481711</id><published>2007-06-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:23:38.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers Through the Ages'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers through the ages&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;primary&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;secondary&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tertiary&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off this topic.&lt;br /&gt;Not a easy one since i am not a teacher myself.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall talk it base on a student's prespective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in terms of salary wise, i wun noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary sch, Teachers rule&lt;br /&gt;Secondary sch, Most students rule&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary, Mutual respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience, most of my primary sch teachers were basically fierce and strict, such that whenever the teacher says 1 , most students wun dere to say 2. Physical punishment too lolx. Gosh i got my ears pulled for untidy handwriting. Stay back during recess just to do penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one day where the whole class was asked to eat apple during recess as part of healthy diet regime.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my apple by the end of recess and was punished to stand outside of the class to finish up !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary sch fren was punished to take off his uniform and walk outside classes all becuz he din bring his PE T-shirt. Woots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From wat i feel, teachers in primary sch's are training their students to be discipline and at the same time make their life easier, since thats the growing age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easier for the teachers to control the students since most of them are more or less the same as they have not developed their each individual char and personailty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Primary sch, 1 to 2 teachers are allocated to one class since they will be teaching them most of the subjects. LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was those days in my time, I wonder anything change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets move on to Secondary school era.&lt;br /&gt;Students grow up.&lt;br /&gt;This is the crossroad of their life i would say.&lt;br /&gt;Rebelling stage starts, peer pressure comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers have also 'upgraded'.&lt;br /&gt;Their mentality is also different from a primary sch teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Sec sch teachers tend to noe more about students and will have more life experience to solve nasty cases when it involves the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers will need the ability to tell right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline comes in more importantly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uniform tuck in", "No ankle socks", "No loitering outside sch"&lt;br /&gt;Not achieved = Dentention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major ones will result in caning or police case.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh y is just studying becoming so complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahax the teachers not only has to supervise students in sch, but also students outside sch, in malls etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some internal conflicts between students have also to be judge by discipline masters and all.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are also answerable to the principal for the performance and action of their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers will find it harder to educate the students as compared to primary sch students since each individual students have developed their own character and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least teachers from tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my current education stage now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers also known as lecturers now treat their students as adults instead of their students.&lt;br /&gt;To them is like 'I am willing to teach and is here just to teach', 'to learn or not to learn is your own decision'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mutal respect between students and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps at this point of time, students have matured differently.&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary has become a place for learning and not a so called defined school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers and students now are more multi racial i would say.&lt;br /&gt;Communication between them is more like between frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more physcial punishment.&lt;br /&gt;Communation is also mainly done thru email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like the working society. Adults with adults kind of life&lt;br /&gt;Teachers need not bother much bout the students since most have matured.&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary teachers main purpose is just to impart their knowledge to the students. Case close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i conclude so far base on my personally experience so far, any additonal ideas just tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-1074082203868481711?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1074082203868481711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=1074082203868481711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/1074082203868481711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/1074082203868481711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2007/06/teachers-through-ages-primary-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-782859145969561667</id><published>2007-05-17T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:39:50.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criticism against Praise'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok its really been a long long time since i blog, carn think of a topic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i got one here. Just thgt of it.. You might think i am kinda like a philosophical kind of person. LOL up to ya. Anyways just writing cuz i feel its happening around for perhaps some of us or even most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic:&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criticism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The topic shows what i am gonna talk about in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone of you have either been criticise or praise before.&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment and think were there more criticism or compliments in your life up till so far ?&lt;br /&gt;Another point to ponder is were there more improvement in your futher actions after either of that? Which do you prefer ? lolx i believe is praise.&lt;br /&gt;If you say criticism, you must be kidding yourself. Its human nature to like being praise, to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have heard that criticism brings improvement from many others and or perhaps from parents ? This is wat they usually they would say right ? " Being criticise den you would noe where u went wrong, think about it and correct it. That den would bring improvement"&lt;br /&gt;LOLX but at the same time it hurt's one's emotional stability to a slight certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i do not deny that criticism does drive one to self improvement for some. They would hope to do better the following time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put it that way, praise can also bring about self improvement. Ok you might think that praise will also bring about self conceitment or perhaps an arrogent personality. I would not say that is not true. It does happen to some ppl. Have you been praise by others and hope to receive more in future. That also brings fourth self improvement and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, criticism hurts one's pride where's a praise can greatly raise one's altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm an example would be riding a horse.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you are the horse. Would you like to be whipped or cared for ?&lt;br /&gt;Its the same concept. Every criticism is like a whip that slashes into one's pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i prefer praise. Who doesn't ? lolx&lt;br /&gt;Criticism brings about unwilling forcome improvements. Not all i will say but most.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas praise leads to maintaining performance and further praise thus equals more effort.&lt;br /&gt;Not all i shall say again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude criticism and praise are unavoidable in one's life.&lt;br /&gt;criticsim are somehow needed too, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore a balance of both is still needed.&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view praise beats critiscism.&lt;br /&gt;Praise more and criticise less and you will see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThAnK YoU for spending time reading. =)&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here. Will continue to blog as frequent if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Wan me to rant about any topic, just tag. hahax Thx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-782859145969561667?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/782859145969561667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=782859145969561667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/782859145969561667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/782859145969561667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-its-really-been-long-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34521411.post-3076007386294534437</id><published>2007-03-04T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:46:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T&lt;strong&gt;opic: Childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm this topic might bring back many memories for some of u, may it be good or bad..&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am a 80's baby so yep.. A decade of difference with the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna talk bout childhood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;When i was in pri sch, i remembered playing spinning tops using erasers [stapled base tip] and also rubber stacking. Where by the winner takes the louser's eraser. =)&lt;br /&gt;After sch, my frens and i would head to a nearest minimart to get a icepop.. 15 Cents only&lt;br /&gt;My pocket money from pri 1 to 6 is all along $1.. lol unlike the current pri kids.&lt;br /&gt;After sch, my usual procedure would be home or the playground..&lt;br /&gt;If i head home, i would be basically eat and watch cartoons, hmm maybe even slp.&lt;br /&gt;Or meet with neighbouring kids to play at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered buses at that point of time is non air-conditioned and is red and white theme.&lt;br /&gt;The bus bell goes Thattttt..&lt;br /&gt;Playground was also sand base. You wun see any spongebase playground last time.&lt;br /&gt;Computer games at that point would be like wolf3D or command base kind of games..&lt;br /&gt;The kids these days now play online games at a very young age, and some is pretty good it.&lt;br /&gt;I just started playing online games only after secondary sch.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Pentium 1 was widely popular and used last time. Hmm i remember i love to get a ice cream an hide at a corner and eat ice-cream, since having the chance to eat ice-cream is kinda rare. Macdonalds' meal used to cost only $4.50 a meal as compared to a $6+ meal now.&lt;br /&gt;Arcade and amusement parks was not really common at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Haha i remember when my imagination runs wild. i took a paper, cut it into a cd shape and imagined it to be a game. Mattresses were used as domes. Balcony's were used as Headquarters.. =)&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I would use 2 phones in the house as walkie talkies..&lt;br /&gt;Block catching was popular too..&lt;br /&gt;Before my kindergardern age, jigsaw puzzles and yoyos were amazing toys..&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to slp when parents came home was kinda common too..=D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm cartoons were all showed on Channel 5. Mediacorp was called TCS.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt some of you might not even noe.&lt;br /&gt;Enid Blyton's book were very commonly read.&lt;br /&gt;Tv drama were usually the old kind, where now u can only see it like at a 1am chn8 show.&lt;br /&gt;Mrt wasn't really advanced yet. Kk i just found a email and gonna use a few points to show my childhood and commonly among some others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers,Silver Hawkand Mickey Mouse. Not to forget Ninja Turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug.The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You know what SBC stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed.. There are colourful tickets forTIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week. Not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. We carry out experiments of our own to get ourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. There were at least 40 people in one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email is more basically for the 70's or 80's babies.&lt;br /&gt;Haha there were more inside the email. These were basically the more common ones and mostly applies to me.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34521411-3076007386294534437?l=faytzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/feeds/3076007386294534437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34521411&amp;postID=3076007386294534437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/3076007386294534437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34521411/posts/default/3076007386294534437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faytzone.blogspot.com/2007/03/t-opic-childhood-hm-this-topic-might_04.html' title=''/><author><name>fayt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181943143396528556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
