<?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-26013782</id><updated>2012-02-19T12:51:42.153+08:00</updated><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='travel'/><category term='tokyo'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lucky days'/><category term='being a woman'/><category term='going out'/><category term='random crap'/><category term='thailand'/><category term='japan'/><category term='illustration'/><category term='music'/><category term='age'/><category term='films'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='work'/><category term='fashion'/><title type='text'>one sunny day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-1356262330728049263</id><published>2012-02-19T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T12:51:42.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Slow down Sunday</title><content type='html'>Listening to this mix as I type. J&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ust perfect for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/571647/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/571647/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/laurenbernal3/the-perfect-sunday-morning"&gt;The Perfect Sunday Morning&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/laurenbernal3"&gt;laurenbernal3&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/"&gt;8tracks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It reminds me of some songs used for The Descendants' soundtrack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Watched it two weeks back, really liked it, but never got around to even reflect further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Some would find it boring. What, it's just about some old guy who's dumb enough to not realise his wife's having an affair, and doesn't know how to handle his own two daughters any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It could have been a tragic, self obsessed drag. But instead it was quietly endearing, with funny little moments and a slow satisfactory build up to a revelation about love, family, and faith. Funny when your daughter's boyfriend gives you advice on how to handle your own daughters, and calls you boss. Heartbreaking when you realise you still love your wife, and try to get her lover to say one last goodbye before she gets plugged off her life support system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I like this moment here when he collapses on the ground after having to break the news to his wife's friends. All his pent up emotions expressed in a single moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3rPjXmhYF0/T0B-I9gJ1kI/AAAAAAAAASg/IO_7H_pwr6E/s1600/george-clooney-as-matt-king-in-the-descendants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3rPjXmhYF0/T0B-I9gJ1kI/AAAAAAAAASg/IO_7H_pwr6E/s320/george-clooney-as-matt-king-in-the-descendants.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When things have happened, people are going to pass on, the best you could do is to hold on tighter to what you still have. Looking at the wealth you already possess, maybe things are never as bad as they seem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCl497v4wU/T0B_RzpImMI/AAAAAAAAASw/uGY76caRoAc/s1600/TheDescendants_our+wealth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LCl497v4wU/T0B_RzpImMI/AAAAAAAAASw/uGY76caRoAc/s320/TheDescendants_our+wealth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="_8t_embed_p" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&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/26013782-1356262330728049263?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1356262330728049263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2012/02/slow-down-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1356262330728049263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1356262330728049263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2012/02/slow-down-sunday.html' title='Slow down Sunday'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3rPjXmhYF0/T0B-I9gJ1kI/AAAAAAAAASg/IO_7H_pwr6E/s72-c/george-clooney-as-matt-king-in-the-descendants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-7329785303546133748</id><published>2012-01-25T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:20:05.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>2012 Beginnings: Appraisals, Relationships, Minister Pay, Ageing (duh)</title><content type='html'>Only just publishing this post I started writing in uh, 1st week of Jan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to blog in 2 conditions:&lt;br /&gt;- Either super slack, dont want to work mood&lt;br /&gt;- Or super stressed, dont want to work mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the latter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2012 came and went, along with the obligatory local countdown telecasts, Gurmit Singh plus all other familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to wonder whether the appraisal would even take place in Jan, when-bang-boss walks over to desk today and drops the bomb,"Ok, appraisal's happening tomorrow.."&lt;br /&gt;Crapcrapcrapshit.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like there's no time to do up that fanciful self promotion ppt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships wise, no luck so far :( Bloody hell where is this Mr.Right hiding?!&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself,"Patience, and keep pushing yourself to meet new people."&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me - need to set a deadline. Otherwise I'ld never get to it, lazy oaf that I am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about the recent hooha over minister pay adjustments, but since this post is way past the interest period, and it's kind of a pointless entry anyway, let's just say there should be more transparency and accountability. At the end of the day that is all your average person on the street wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7329785303546133748?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7329785303546133748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-beginnings-appraisals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7329785303546133748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7329785303546133748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-beginnings-appraisals.html' title='2012 Beginnings: Appraisals, Relationships, Minister Pay, Ageing (duh)'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1926523705073243988</id><published>2012-01-25T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:22:43.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a woman'/><title type='text'>On being a woman Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Another broad topic which could go on forever. This post was partly inspired by a random Facebook post, and the revisiting of someone's blog who I find thought and shock provoking all at once. First, to the Facebook post. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;多微笑，做一个开朗热忱的女人；多打扮，做一个美丽优雅的女人；多倾听，做一个温柔善意的女人，多看书，做一个淡定内涵的女人；多思考，做一个聪慧冷静的女人。记住为自己而进步，而不是为了满足谁，讨好谁。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a woman is so tiring, then and now, just that scope differs. The quote says that a woman should do this for herself, but underneath all that are societal expectations, familial pressures, personal egos. So many facets to polish, just taking care of the intellectual bit isn't enough, got to develop sartorial style, cultured manners (because we live in a shallow world after all. Yes people could fight and deny this all they want, but sadly this holds true in so many immediate aspects of life, right down to how your colleagues perceive you.) Perhaps being a woman is like being a diamond - painstaking polishing everyday, until all facets are hard, solid, razor sharp, and you shine from every angle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quote hasn't even touched on the varied pressures you face, depending on what type of woman you are - married/single/rich/poor etc. Being an unmarried woman, I cannot say with any intelligence a married woman's woes or restrictions, but man do I have alot to say about being a single woman in an urban cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfMUIldm-hA/Tx-bgu_XJNI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ojb938hP5Sw/s1600/Daul+kim+blk+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfMUIldm-hA/Tx-bgu_XJNI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ojb938hP5Sw/s320/Daul+kim+blk+hair.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing me nicely to that blog. It was kept by Daul, a Korean supermodel. I still revisit it every now and then even though it hasn't been updated since 2 years ago, when she committed suicide at 20. Investigations were carried out, but I doubt they ever got to the root cause of her suicide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmFSqX7NVbs/Tx-bf75HZZI/AAAAAAAAASA/NMSRcbe1Ats/s1600/Daul+kim+young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmFSqX7NVbs/Tx-bf75HZZI/AAAAAAAAASA/NMSRcbe1Ats/s1600/Daul+kim+young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmFSqX7NVbs/Tx-bf75HZZI/AAAAAAAAASA/NMSRcbe1Ats/s320/Daul+kim+young.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHDfo_BrHRY/Tx-bhIrzU9I/AAAAAAAAASM/V0wqNTqe5GU/s1600/Daul%252BKim+Blond+Hair.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHDfo_BrHRY/Tx-bhIrzU9I/AAAAAAAAASM/V0wqNTqe5GU/s320/Daul%252BKim+Blond+Hair.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her, she was so unique and brave. Sometimes I identified with what she wrote, sometimes I was shocked. But she was always honest, writing of her dislike for the industry's cruel mercenary ways, but also its excitement, and above all her perpetual loneliness. In a way, her blog was a visceral probe into what it feels like to come from mixed backgrounds, immersing headlong into foreign places, while trying to make sense of who you are as a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another woman who I admire also committed suicide - Slyvia Plath. Seemingly there is no link between these two, but maybe they were both sacrifices of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.''&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Isis (Oxford, May 6, 1956). Written while Plath was a student at Cambridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVY66fTgPvQ/Tx-eHVIwfyI/AAAAAAAAASY/ISfoWeQql_Y/s1600/Slyvia+Plath+typewriter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVY66fTgPvQ/Tx-eHVIwfyI/AAAAAAAAASY/ISfoWeQql_Y/s320/Slyvia+Plath+typewriter.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1926523705073243988?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1926523705073243988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-being-woman-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1926523705073243988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1926523705073243988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-being-woman-pt-1.html' title='On being a woman Pt 1'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfMUIldm-hA/Tx-bgu_XJNI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ojb938hP5Sw/s72-c/Daul+kim+blk+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-2081604925004330701</id><published>2011-12-16T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:17:10.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Strawberry shortcake age</title><content type='html'>...which is 25 in Japan. Apparently the name comes because strawberry shortcake is hugely popular for Christmas in Japan, but this only lasts until night of 25th Dec. So same applies for girls (er women?) who reach that dreaded 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all downhill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough this could easily be one of the happiest birthdays I've spent though. It was all kinds of happy - fulfilling, thankful, loved. Got a meaningful present from my 2 best friends, with one of them picking it together with me, no less. Hopefully this gift will be used often for a very long time from now on. No promotion on the horizon yet, but shitty pay aside, the things I've learnt from this job have been priceless. Some things you just dont get with other jobs, Im proud to say that. Suddenly a great jump in the no. of actual friends I have, Facebook friends list not withstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I think I've fulfilled at least 75% of this year's resolutions, which is a pretty good shot considering my track record. I wish I'ld stuck through with one or two items, so these are definitely going onto next year's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to mope about pending age and such, coz what's the point? In any case I never feel as old as I technically am. The clock's ticking, sure, just got to make the best of it somehow. It would be great if I can age like Aung San Suu Kyi, or maybe Jane Goodall. A woman who graciously accepts her age, but in no way lets it compromise her goals in life, whatever they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I watched this drama series, where a woman discovers she has only 6 months to live. She decided to compile a bucket list of 25 items she wanted to accomplish before passing on. It struck home the fact that with the end &amp;nbsp;of each day, you are one day closer to death. Yes, that is a scary thought, but with a positive spin, it means each day should be treasured, doesn't it? It's not about nonchalently passing through yet another typical work day, staring at your handheld device on public transport, following other people's lives on a screen when you get home. One of the character's closing statements rang true,"I just want to treasure the present moment, spend it the best way I know how."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-2081604925004330701?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2081604925004330701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/12/strawberry-shortcake-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2081604925004330701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2081604925004330701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/12/strawberry-shortcake-age.html' title='Strawberry shortcake age'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-4316699163477236498</id><published>2011-11-24T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:01:33.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Age is but a number....?</title><content type='html'>As usual, quick procrastination post from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just visited that guy's blog which im a creepy stalker of heh. This time around the post was a slight deviation from usual topics, and even a touch sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about age, specifically middle age. It seems like a pretty dreary life stage - there's reminisces, youth versus aimless middle age preoccupations. What stood out was a slight melancholy about the relentless passing of time, and whether time couldn't be spent better when one reaches middle age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happens I was discussing this with my mother recently, ageing. This is especially pertinent for females, especially when you start comparing yourself with other same age girls. Suddenly a chilling sense of &amp;nbsp;"Why am i still stuck here?" hits and the anxieties set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently few people ever believe their own age, and there is no such thing as a more elderly perspective. You decide very early on in life principles you stand by, things you value, and just roll on through the years holding on to these. In which case, age is not such a scary thing is it? Better to age with dignity then walk around in mini skirts and too much makeup. So what if there're wrinkles? An older woman is more assured, which is probably sexier than a teenager visiting nightclubs tugging at her too short bodycon dress while worrying about her mascara running.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe age just means you dont need to try so hard to portray yourself, coz if you were doing things right all along, you are already the person you always wanted to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-4316699163477236498?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4316699163477236498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/11/age-is-but-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4316699163477236498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4316699163477236498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/11/age-is-but-number.html' title='Age is but a number....?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1753624586259000070</id><published>2011-11-02T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:46:21.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>8.31pm post from my office desk</title><content type='html'>And guess what? Im feeling strangely happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's an increasingly fulfilling feeling I get out of this job. The scope is literally limitless - you have the absolute freedom to decide how much you want to learn, how much you're willing to put in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much new knowledge to absorb every single day you wonder how those long timers keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a brutal industry - truly only the fittest survive. "Fittest" does not refer to brawn, competitive advantage really boils down to sharpness of individual insights, and level of aggressiveness in marketing and implementation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was being interviewed by my then manager. When I asked her to describe "a typical day in the office", she said,"No two days are the same. Work scope varies from day to day." Haha what an understatement. No wonder she had that slightly apologetic expression on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not all about work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall give myself a virtual pat on the shoulder here and now. Am going for a volunteering brief this Saturday, if it sounds worthwhile I can finally get off my lazy ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November and December are typically the most socially active months. Need to line up all those meetups, too many people I haven't caught up with in a long time. Now it's becoming really challenging, everybody's got other commitments, work takes up a ridiculously high % of our waking hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1753624586259000070?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1753624586259000070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/11/831pm-post-from-my-office-desk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1753624586259000070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1753624586259000070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/11/831pm-post-from-my-office-desk.html' title='8.31pm post from my office desk'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-147689289908570077</id><published>2011-10-26T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:56:46.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clambering out of the 20sth whirlpool</title><content type='html'>Yes indeed. Being 20something is like being stuck in an unrelenting whirlpool. Doubts, suspicions, fears, loneliness...they all combine in such a way I wonder whether life is ever going to "turn out fine" It has gotten to the point when I question whether there's a tiny streak of lesbian in me (no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people sneer at so called self help books, or dont openly admit they read these for fear of seeming like losers who dont know what to do with their poor selves. Actually, I find if you take them with a pinch of salt, and apply some analytical thinking, these books are kind of enlightening (the good ones, not the ones that start every chapter with a quote eg. "Life is a bowl of strawberries!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I read this book "20 something manifesto" which is pretty awesome. It doesnt attempt to give any quick fix answers, but also not sweeping statements like yes get inspired and miraculously your life will improve somehow. In summary it confirmed what Im beginning to distill from all my past experiences - You have to look deeper within yourself before you can make any life-changing decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Everything from career choices to lifestyle, friends, potential husband etc etc all boil down to who you truly are internally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly brought down nostalgia lane. I remember thinking how damn useless i was few years back, with an unimpressive resume, and everyday person on the street qualifications. The long job search made me feel depressed and worthless. It was so tempting to just jump at any offer anyone held out, just so I could end all this misery. So glad I resisted and stuck it out. When I finally decided to map out who I was, not just in terms of capabilities, but also personality, personal beliefs, it somehow made the job search so much easier. No need to spring at every vacancy, and patiently search for one that seemed a good match with who I was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here I am : ) From here on, the goal is just to live fully in the moment, take baby steps towards a few specific goals, or rather, signposts. Coz we all know life is a continuing journey.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-147689289908570077?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/147689289908570077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/10/clambering-out-of-20sth-whirlpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/147689289908570077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/147689289908570077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/10/clambering-out-of-20sth-whirlpool.html' title='Clambering out of the 20sth whirlpool'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-2495512191531310808</id><published>2011-09-21T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:21:15.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Personalities at work #2 - Perspectives goggles</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking today how convenient it would be to have a pair of perspectives goggles.Peek through it, and immediately you get a glimpse of your colleague's perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get ensnared in a silly internal squabble, and at the end of the day it's always "person A thought this, person B thought it would be better done that way, person C barges in half way" then too many cooks spoil the broth so to speak. Happened to me bright and early this past Monday morning - without warning a colleague decided to drop a politely nasty email looping in tom dick and harry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only we had that perspectives goggles! Everyone takes a turn to peek through it, and suddenly the other person's rationale for doing what he/she does crystallises in an instant. No miscommunication, more efficient cooperation, more work done, everybody goes off early for a quick beer at the pub downstairs.If only life was that easy huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-2495512191531310808?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2495512191531310808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/09/personalities-at-work-2-perspectives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2495512191531310808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2495512191531310808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/09/personalities-at-work-2-perspectives.html' title='Personalities at work #2 - Perspectives goggles'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-7553214917318013747</id><published>2011-09-17T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:00:14.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>My (our?) song</title><content type='html'>Cram my ears with music, fill my head with a million thoughts, do crazy bad dance moves, if only to shut out the deafening loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/402m7n6g0MY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7553214917318013747?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7553214917318013747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-our-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7553214917318013747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7553214917318013747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-our-song.html' title='My (our?) song'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://img.youtube.com/vi/402m7n6g0MY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-2830462242043069508</id><published>2011-09-01T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:30:07.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>City that never stops eating</title><content type='html'>Awesome awesome awesome!!! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dCKa4QqLD4"&gt;I like this name better than City of Angels.&lt;/a&gt;As the guy says (in what seems to be super fluent Thai, no less), this nickname is probably more fitting.So looking forward to stuffing my face in the City that never stops eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lots of people go to BKK almost exclusively for shopping, and I totally understand that. It must be such a high to get the same stuff at a fraction of the price one pays for them here. Im abit greedier though. When I go travelling I hope to immerse myself totally in the environment,Like the Chinese say, the environment makes the individual. Im curious to probe further, what exactly in this environment makes up the people of this country?Could be food, culture, religion, lifestyle choices, fashion....whatever. I want to explore them all.I think it is this curiousity that fires up my excitement every time I travel somewhere. Suddenly there are so many potential opportunities to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the religion bit, Im definitely visiting the palace of the emerald buddha - the Grand Palace. Food can be found everywhere, so not too hung up about exact restaurants to visit, leaving it up to Lady Chance. There is this floating market with "boat stalls", vendors who sell food from their boats along the river. Seems really interesting, will make it a point to visit. Not like Im going to abandon shopping totally, am going to zero in on as many vintage fashion stalls/ shops as possible. Besides the obvious answer of Chatuchak Market, the recently opened Rod Fai railway night market seems promising. Looking at all the random Google images I just get more hyped up, hope I wont be let down, fingers x-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I feel really lucky to be in my current job. Yesterday was one of them. We meet many new people all the time in this industry, so you know a really interesting person when you talk to one.Met this guy who's asia-pac director of a new service we'are testing out, basically he's an IT start-up entrepreneur. He was telling us about the HK IT bubble, when a whole flood of new IT start-ups got ridiculously successful and rich. Snazzy 2-storey penthouse office, complete with huge plasma TVs.But really, it's not about the huge office or TVs. When you talk to some of these guys, their genuine and total enthusiasm in whatever they do is infectious.It makes you realise that there is a much bigger world of opportunities out there than you can imagine, and if you believe in something strongly enough, and are willing to put in 200% or more effort, your vision just might come true. But yes there is always a caveat. Sheer hard work, and vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-2830462242043069508?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2830462242043069508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/09/city-that-never-stops-eating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2830462242043069508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2830462242043069508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/09/city-that-never-stops-eating.html' title='City that never stops eating'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1996624748088838352</id><published>2011-08-30T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:37:35.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><content type='html'>Don't know if it's a sign of aging, but I've felt the urge to shop less and less. When I was younger (damnit i feel so old typing this) and didn't know what to do with all that spare time after school, my fellow slackers and I would happily take the bus to Suntec / Orchard depending on which bus came first. Then we would just "hang out", which, in our case, was to sit for hours in fast food restaurants, try on multiple random things at every other store, and diss each other and probably irritating others around us. Haaaaaa. Carefree days. Yeah nothing was achieved, but you still look back on such days with wistful fondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I dont easily buy anything, unless it's really useful, or Im going to keep it for a very long time. ie. not throw out after half a year. Same goes for food / daily neccessities etc. Besides the fact that this has saved me abit of money, it also assuages my inner guilt somehow for not doing more to help the environment / people who get less of the world's natural resources. The gross reality is that a small privileged group of people have more than they could ever consume and are overweight, over indulgent and self-centred. Whereas in other parts of the world some people can't even buy real food with their money because it's literally worthless, and besides, there's just not enough to go round. Meanwhile, more trees are being chopped down, species disappearing before your next birthday, ice caps melt continually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern societies have reached such an appalling degree of mindless excess that we are not just harming the environment, we neglect our own kind, and quality of life really only goes down instead of up. What quality of life is there when you mindlessly go to a job you don't believe in day after day to earn your next holiday or LV bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maintain my own sanity and level of happiness, I've decided to go back to basics. The body is all we have for the entire length of our lives - only one heart, one liver. So first and foremost, I want to take good care of it so it will take care of me. This has wider implications on lifestyle choices, diet, beauty regime etc. It's bloody hard work. But I've decided it's worth it in the long term.&lt;br /&gt;The only big hurdle is my incredible laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I drew this as a venn diagram then it would be the innermost circle. The second circle would be the immediate community. Ideally I want to take a more active role in helping out my community, whether it be my neighbourhood, old people, stray cats, disabled etc. Been a bystander for too long, just think it's finally time to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outer most circle would be to travel more widely. Unlike what some may say, I belive the world is a wide place, however connected we appear to be in cyberspace. If one really wished, there are many hidden opportunities to widen your own perspective, learn new ways of living, find a new best friend. Perhaps how you live your life changes - who knows. Yesterday, I saw this picture of a young Jane Goodall. She was laughing, with an outstretched hand towards a chimp. It must have taken some courage for her mother and her to abandon civilisation and go live in the jungles - I wonder what fuelled that? And because of that choice, Goodall's life course was changed. Maybe all I really want to do is throw myself out there and see how I'll fare in unfamiliar places.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1996624748088838352?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1996624748088838352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1996624748088838352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1996624748088838352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to basics'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-3930858204984264065</id><published>2011-08-26T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:25:16.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Personalities at work #1</title><content type='html'>Think im developing a habit of blogging at work - takes the mind off things for a while and seems like a more productive distraction than stalking people on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Also, somehow words just flow out of the fingers easier when I blog at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few blog topics in mind, but this being a Friday and the brain therefore being half switched off, thought to myself,"Why not blog about all the different types of people I see at work? Since it takes up more than 60% of my waking hours..."&lt;br /&gt;I think this topic could potentially be explored over an entire series of posts, so this marks #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, a colleague pulled me aside to complain about our mutual colleague. Her main gripe was that she was unhappy colleague H (hmm maybe i should start giving all of them private nicknames soon) who presumedly tried to accuse her of something that wasn't her fault / responsibility. Having worked for a while now, I have come across so many squabbles over the question of "Whose responsibility is this? (not mine!!)" Usually these squabbles only occur after some shit crops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without taking sides and speaking from a bystander's point of view, I really dont understand the point of such internal tussles. What's the point of finding who to blame when the damage has already been done, I wonder. Isn't it far more effective to work out a solution so the same shit doesn't happen again. But then again, people are people - personal egos always stand in the way. When they say you should work smart, it's not just about the technical aspect of how you do work, maybe it's more important to be smart in terms of how you deal with people.&lt;br /&gt;More and more, in ways I've never realised before, work has taught me quite a few precious lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*added as an afterthought. There are more, but these have proved to be invaluable.&lt;br /&gt;1. Never take people for granted.&lt;br /&gt;2. Put in the effort to compose a polished, friendly email - it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never badmouth anybody, not even when in private conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3930858204984264065?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3930858204984264065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/08/personalities-at-work-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3930858204984264065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3930858204984264065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/08/personalities-at-work-1.html' title='Personalities at work #1'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1578963266516256631</id><published>2011-08-23T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:36:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable lightness of being</title><content type='html'>Recently, there have been quite alot of happenings in my life - whether at work or in private.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a silent stalker of a certain blog which belongs to a 30ish year old guy. Can't even remember how I came across his blog, in any case that is of no consequence here. The weird thing is, I find myself identifying with this unknown 30ish guy on several levels.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just silent agreement with his choice of music/bands (rock, indie, soul, seems quite varied), it reaches way into how we view relationships, not limited to the romantic kind. One statement struck a ringing chord - he prefers to keep people at arm's length, but gets upset when they stay at more than one arm's length away. I was like,'Wow me too!' It's funny isn't it, how you can feel a connection to a total stranger in cyberspace, when you get a virtual tour of his inner Aladdin's cave.&lt;br /&gt;In fact he has inspired me to pour more of myself into this space here, if only to fulfil a certain self obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at work, good times never last forever.&lt;br /&gt;My team leader, who I get along fabulously well with, is leaving in a month's time. Sigh. Just one of the many cant be helped situations at work.&lt;br /&gt;I hope whoever's coming in to replace her is a good team player, because otherwise it's going to be damn painful to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been obsessing excessively over the helpless impermanence of life in general. Like the work situation above, like how it's so easy to die in every single moment of your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;One step too far, an inch or two away, a sharper pressure exerted, and you'll fade away quicker than a candle in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Milan Kundela knew what he was talking about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1578963266516256631?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1578963266516256631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/08/unbearable-lightness-of-being.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1578963266516256631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1578963266516256631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/08/unbearable-lightness-of-being.html' title='Unbearable lightness of being'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-7714567619417580549</id><published>2011-07-02T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:37:53.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>We gonna stomp Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46520504@N07/5689347197/" title="Tokyo sky tree by yuuro711, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5689347197_774934e9c7.jpg" alt="Tokyo sky tree" height="493" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to plan for a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7X9MQi7uOU&amp;playnext=1&amp;list=PL1D507D60A040A645"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/a&gt; trip - which may or may not happen hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally I dont want to do the whole touristy shebang. Not so much Disneyland/Ginza/huge shopping complexes...maybe more gachagacha (used underwear!!)/gawking at cool teenagers in Shibuya/Omotesando/Kawaii creepy indie shops/2nd hand clothing/jostling with Japanese salarymen for ramen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences I cant find elsewhere, people I havent met, nooks and crannies I havent explored. Yep that sums it up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;But i still wanna go to Mt.Fuji!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, how to do it on a shoestring budget?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether it's better to buy a package off one of those deals websites, or source for budget tix + hostels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7714567619417580549?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7714567619417580549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-gonna-stomp-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7714567619417580549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7714567619417580549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-gonna-stomp-tokyo.html' title='We gonna stomp Tokyo'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://farm6.static.flickr.com/5147/5689347197_774934e9c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-6445710916827397653</id><published>2011-05-22T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:05:34.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the right track to "sociable".................</title><content type='html'>Yaay i deserve a pat on e back. &lt;br /&gt;Am starting to actively meet up with more people, hopefully new and interesting :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, teenagehood is already gone, got to make the most of my time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dont miss being a teenager - so much awkwardness, unneccessary worries, and frustrating limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuket was awesome, will never forget that sunset. That's how a sunset is supposed to look like! Bright, radiant, complete with curtains of sunrays behind clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I'ld revisit Phuket if only to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transvestites are so damn hot. Im jealoussss. Too bad i didn't have time to sit in one of e bars and gawk at the bartop dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yum soup in Thailand is goooooood : D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to plan the next destination soon - where to? Hummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controversial vid, lucky she didn't get arrested...but hey, maybe she wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9hVp47f5YZg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-6445710916827397653?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6445710916827397653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-right-track-to-sociable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6445710916827397653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6445710916827397653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-right-track-to-sociable.html' title='on the right track to &quot;sociable&quot;.................'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://img.youtube.com/vi/9hVp47f5YZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-1500413720700051177</id><published>2011-05-01T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:10:26.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>太多，太快，所以心会累。</title><content type='html'>今天早上翻了翻报纸，看到黄义达短期出家后感言。说了这句话。&lt;br /&gt;然后又想起最近身边发生的事，有点感慨。&lt;br /&gt;我们都是了无一物地到来这世界，走时也两手空空。但就为什么中间累积这么多包袱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;已经不是懵懂的少女，踏入社会这段时期，终于搞懂了－人生其实可以很简单。&lt;br /&gt;做任何事，只要抿心自问：＂到底我真正想要什么？＂&lt;br /&gt;快乐时，尽情享受，放声大笑。&lt;br /&gt;难过时，别憋着，要流泪就让它流下。&lt;br /&gt;对珍惜的人与物，要真诚面对，付出。&lt;br /&gt;而这一切，都是建立在本身作为人的基础道德上。简单又真实，人生也不过如此。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx题外话，再次听到王菲的歌声，太棒了。还是很美，无论是那得天独厚的嗓子，还是那摄人的眼神。xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qIJV-y7AoGY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1500413720700051177?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1500413720700051177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1500413720700051177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1500413720700051177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='太多，太快，所以心会累。'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://img.youtube.com/vi/qIJV-y7AoGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-3607684981824709001</id><published>2011-04-25T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:11:30.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to a Phuket sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3447037221_8807f9bd34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3447037221_8807f9bd34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://honeyflash.sg/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 858px; height: 569px;" src="http://honeyflash.sg/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC_0318.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hidden lagoons in Phang Nga Bay........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4475380607_47c254da13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 316px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4475380607_47c254da13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........and lady boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thailandmagic.com/Bangla%20road%20in%20Patong%20Beach%20Phuket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.thailandmagic.com/Bangla%20road%20in%20Patong%20Beach%20Phuket.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3607684981824709001?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3607684981824709001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-forward-to-phuket-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3607684981824709001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3607684981824709001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-forward-to-phuket-sunset.html' title='Looking forward to a Phuket sunset'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3447037221_8807f9bd34_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-859489403825027221</id><published>2011-04-03T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:34:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not abt the $$$, it's abt the places you've seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://korjobcanada.com/images/korea-2_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 363px;" src="http://korjobcanada.com/images/korea-2_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.farawayholidays.co.uk/faraway/bangkok/Bangkok-Floating_Markets-Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 319px;" src="http://www.farawayholidays.co.uk/faraway/bangkok/Bangkok-Floating_Markets-Main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icassp09.com/images/Taiwan1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 374px;" src="http://www.icassp09.com/images/Taiwan1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about visiting TW / Bangkok / Korea some time Sep - Dec this year.&lt;br /&gt;Need to go research. I want to go somewhere I can eat alot of cheap yummy food and see breathtaking scenery like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. $$$$. Got to cut the shopping budget, hmm maybe do away with it completely.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll keep a travel research diary here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-859489403825027221?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/859489403825027221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-abt-its-abt-places-youve-seen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/859489403825027221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/859489403825027221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-abt-its-abt-places-youve-seen.html' title='It&apos;s not abt the $$$, it&apos;s abt the places you&apos;ve seen'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-91982349276795175</id><published>2011-03-27T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:23:34.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>....and life goes on.</title><content type='html'>Here I am, back here again in this mini cyber plot of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why the hell i bother to update this long-dead place, maybe just put it down to sudden impulse.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let me start short - one word to describe current status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work : frenetic&lt;br /&gt;social life: pathetic&lt;br /&gt;online life: unexciting&lt;br /&gt;overall: lacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I need to buck up and put in more effort. Alright starting with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;..................TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-91982349276795175?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/91982349276795175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/91982349276795175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/91982349276795175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-life-goes-on.html' title='....and life goes on.'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-5424964779484311190</id><published>2010-02-18T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:11:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Keep The Faith.</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to check in and say im not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want a job I want $$$$$$$$$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cheers me up though. Finally Yoochun gets a decent haircut : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ta7siXEhc-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ta7siXEhc-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-5424964779484311190?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5424964779484311190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2010/02/always-keep-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5424964779484311190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5424964779484311190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2010/02/always-keep-faith.html' title='Always Keep The Faith.'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-4534938841875300897</id><published>2009-08-22T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:10:40.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking tea and revisiting e beach..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T4ltZDqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ORGiOQLOtpw/s1600-h/Tea+fr+above.jpg"target="_blank" onclick="window.open(this.href, 'popupwindow', 'width=420, height=350, resizable=no, scrollbars=yes, menubar=no, toolbar=no, status=no'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T4ltZDqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ORGiOQLOtpw/s400/Tea+fr+above.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372464374648213154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:toggle();" id="displayText"&gt;Show/Hide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="toggleText" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T5PC6pZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8N20ZiYh0ig/s1600-h/Teabag+w+tea.jpg"target="_blank" onclick="window.open(this.href, 'popupwindow', 'width=420, height=350, resizable=no, scrollbars=yes, menubar=no, toolbar=no, status=no'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T5PC6pZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8N20ZiYh0ig/s400/Teabag+w+tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372464385744348562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought this tea from my favourite shop. Flower turned out pretty much like what's on e package, but i would have liked a bigger blossom. Tea was a little too bitter though, even though I usually dont mind bitter teas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T4GltUXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2lm3kzvrzo4/s1600-h/Stormy+beachside.jpg"target="_blank" onclick="window.open(this.href, 'popupwindow', 'width=420, height=350, resizable=no, scrollbars=yes, menubar=no, toolbar=no, status=no'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T4GltUXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2lm3kzvrzo4/s400/Stormy+beachside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372464366294487410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe Im just discovering my affinity with e beach or sth -to the extent that my fb albums consist of 70% beach pics?! But you see, the light is so pleasant, the waves so pretty, kind of a waste not to snap some souvenir pics no?&lt;br /&gt;.........though today was not such a perfect day to go..&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/26013782-4534938841875300897?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4534938841875300897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/08/drinking-tea-and-revisiting-e-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4534938841875300897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4534938841875300897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/08/drinking-tea-and-revisiting-e-beach.html' title='Drinking tea and revisiting e beach..........'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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/_MCK90LQrnIA/So7T4ltZDqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ORGiOQLOtpw/s72-c/Tea+fr+above.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-5007997052830679565</id><published>2009-07-03T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:56:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant believe it...this is it.</title><content type='html'>Listening to a string of Grey's Anatomy soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHI1cvJTK7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHI1cvJTK7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is it. Noooo not the end of this dying blog, guess it will splutter on for a while....but im starting the last sem of my entire academic life next Mon. How time flies! I certainly dont remember having been an undergraduate for v. long....and now this is it???!! It feels like time speeds up the older one gets, somehow. Therefore, one gets older faster? Sighhh. (Hmm i try v.hard not to remember my age now...it's best to forget....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i keep griping about lousy, nonsense school life...but now that it really is ending, i feel like holding on to this time of my life abit longer. For what? Not so sure myself, maybe it's just the lazy me who doesn't want to seriously work for bread and butter any time soon. Or maybe, there IS a point to all this continued education after all...ahahaa. What i've learned from all these years of 'higher' education....is that one must be able to think on one's own two feet, and picked up some 'hard' skills on researching and all that. But most of all, i think i've learned not to take things for granted - where's the evidence? How credible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to say, 'Oh! I had a happening collage life. Joining societies, clubbing and....you wont &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how much alcohol i can tahan..' but the sad truth is, i cant. In truth all those things dont mean a v.big deal to me anyway...I dont regret anything much, except that it would have been far more interesting if i made more friends, esp male ones ahahaa. Dont know if it's got to do with me being Asian, but a thought keeps looming,' aaahhh market value going down already..30th mark just around the corner!' And then alot of nasty 'what-if' scenarios play out in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, got to make the most of it. Perhaps i shall go clubbing every Wed, drink till crazy drunk, go out with friends after every lecture and read a pile of Tang poetry in the library.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-5007997052830679565?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5007997052830679565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-believe-itthis-is-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5007997052830679565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5007997052830679565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-believe-itthis-is-it.html' title='Cant believe it...this is it.'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-907885166274549029</id><published>2009-06-26T16:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:53:00.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HiLow! Is this your story..........?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSKBClu27I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UswVfvoB5No/s1600-h/HiLow03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSKBClu27I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UswVfvoB5No/s400/HiLow03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351554007702625202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading &lt;a href="http://www.xxxlspace.com/hilow/index.htm"&gt;this digital magazine&lt;/a&gt; recently. I only wish there was a print version because i'ld most def buy it. I suppose you could say it is an accumulation of young people's thoughts and feelings....or you could say it is a digital scrapbook of our life stories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this your story? Take some time to read the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:toggle();" id="displayText"&gt;Show/Hide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="toggleText" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSI0ea1MdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mV_HzCndkVU/s1600-h/HiLow03+-+Search.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSI0ea1MdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mV_HzCndkVU/s400/HiLow03+-+Search.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351552692323168722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJdjSDybI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k3ALKYoDxXY/s1600-h/HiLow03+-+Search02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJdjSDybI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k3ALKYoDxXY/s400/HiLow03+-+Search02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553398003190194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJdLbERlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PZ-X_Z-CKzQ/s1600-h/HiLow03+-+Search03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJdLbERlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PZ-X_Z-CKzQ/s400/HiLow03+-+Search03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553391598519890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJdOFfKLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Oa3IXb-Oe9E/s1600-h/HiLow03+-+Search04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJdOFfKLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Oa3IXb-Oe9E/s400/HiLow03+-+Search04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553392313313458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJc9aV3DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p2VCdd7bDzU/s1600-h/HiLow03+-+Search05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJc9aV3DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p2VCdd7bDzU/s400/HiLow03+-+Search05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553387837381682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJc4uPGrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/47xzklPKjlE/s1600-h/HiLow03+-+Search06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSJc4uPGrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/47xzklPKjlE/s400/HiLow03+-+Search06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553386578647730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/26013782-907885166274549029?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/907885166274549029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilow-is-this-your-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/907885166274549029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/907885166274549029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilow-is-this-your-story.html' title='HiLow! Is this your story..........?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SkSKBClu27I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UswVfvoB5No/s72-c/HiLow03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-3895926441128879670</id><published>2009-04-19T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:03:57.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Mr. Bocelli, please...Elmo is trying to sleep!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I came across an old Sesame Street video clip - was looking for something quite unrelated. But boy, am i glad i did. Half an hour of healthy chuckling...no matter what some haters may say, I'll always love tt show...and adorableee Elmo. Turned out that pple like Mr.Bocelli, Miss Norah Jones, and Mr.James Blunt have all appeared on SS at some point. Even Nick and Aaron Carter (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lv38j4lPzd0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lv38j4lPzd0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had me chuckling...especially towards the end. Counting to 20, singing songsss~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can save some time for some pple, because it took me bloody long to find sth this simple. &lt;a href="http://soumyadipc.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogger-hack-make-original-images-open.html"&gt;Making images on your blog pop up in window&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Utada Hikaru's new English album (This Is The One)...and honestly, im a little disappointed. It's not as adventurous or funky as some of her Japanese singles. There were only a few standout tracks, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moWZEY1UdRE&amp;feature=related"&gt;Come Back to Me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YeU2fC5kPI"&gt;On and On&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHCv_Hi1rsg&amp;feature=related"&gt;Merry Christmas Mr.Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Ok can i swallow my words. Now tt im listening to it a second time round, it actually sounds really good. Looks like i just didnt turn e volume up enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to listen to Eason's new album now, hope it wont be another disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3895926441128879670?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3895926441128879670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-bocelli-pleaseelmo-is-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3895926441128879670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3895926441128879670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-bocelli-pleaseelmo-is-trying-to.html' title='...Mr. Bocelli, please...Elmo is trying to sleep!'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-4276777442195995670</id><published>2009-04-12T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:30:51.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice....</title><content type='html'>if we got younger, and stay carefree forever?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED tt cadbury ad song...why didn't i listen to the Beach Boys earlier? Surf music is greaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L--cqAI3IUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L--cqAI3IUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i'ld be interested in stuff like this, but i find &lt;a href="http://www.freelanceswitch.com/freelancing-essentials/how-to-craft-your-personal-business-model/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; pretty interesting. Would be useful even if u're not planning to freelance...always good to visualise what u want in your career right? Plus, it's by Gina Trapani, one of e founders of Lifehacker, tt famous blog i always visit for loads of productivity hacks when im procastinating. Hahaha how ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-4276777442195995670?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4276777442195995670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4276777442195995670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4276777442195995670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice....'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1070604918053934179</id><published>2009-03-01T13:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:38:39.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky days'/><title type='text'>Exciting days ahead &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/DA-FlowersAgainstsky_ivyz.jpg"target="_blank" onclick="window.open(this.href, 'popupwindow', 'width=420, height=350, resizable=no, scrollbars=yes, menubar=no, toolbar=no, status=no'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 361px;" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/DA-FlowersAgainstsky_ivyz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only giving myself 5 minutes for this entry, so i'll just type whatever comes into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've got alot of things/events to busy myself with this March, so am feeling really happy/fulfilled now. I've just managed to accomplish something i always wanted to do, and am still pinching myself in disbelief that it is actually happening. Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i set a resolution to use the Internet for only 2hrs a day, and i've already used up 80% of today's quota :[[ Bah! So many sites to look at, so little time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1070604918053934179?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1070604918053934179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/03/exciting-days-ahead-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1070604918053934179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1070604918053934179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/03/exciting-days-ahead-3.html' title='Exciting days ahead &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-6987385717598343726</id><published>2009-01-18T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:29:08.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday i made an ice sculpture........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SXK9d4aVvII/AAAAAAAAAFw/OVfyvnsvOT4/s1600-h/Ice+sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SXK9d4aVvII/AAAAAAAAAFw/OVfyvnsvOT4/s400/Ice+sculpture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292500833170472066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at that! Am I an artist or what??! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(More like i forgot to take my mug out of e freezer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, my hp camera manages to take decent pictures....and yaaay i've just made a collage with my new software :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-6987385717598343726?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6987385717598343726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-i-made-ice-sculpture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6987385717598343726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6987385717598343726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-i-made-ice-sculpture.html' title='Yesterday i made an ice sculpture........'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SXK9d4aVvII/AAAAAAAAAFw/OVfyvnsvOT4/s72-c/Ice+sculpture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-7127707856457070155</id><published>2008-12-28T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:12:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday post</title><content type='html'>Right now, listening to this song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4h_OuhAIVD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4h_OuhAIVD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=4h_OuhAIVD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=4h_OuhAIVD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=4h_OuhAIVD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=4h_OuhAIVD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/4h_OuhAIVD/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ILNQpS/music/b5LsSQut/peppertones_diamonds/"&gt;Diamonds - Peppertones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....while staring at this picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SVcKbDKTHxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Uy17LUnmSHs/s1600-h/Weddind+Bk+-+Lilac+dash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SVcKbDKTHxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Uy17LUnmSHs/s400/Weddind+Bk+-+Lilac+dash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284704147563814674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omymeee....i want to get married NOW. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7127707856457070155?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7127707856457070155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-sunday-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7127707856457070155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7127707856457070155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-sunday-post.html' title='Lazy Sunday post'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SVcKbDKTHxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Uy17LUnmSHs/s72-c/Weddind+Bk+-+Lilac+dash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-8191625789514215082</id><published>2008-12-16T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:49:19.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard Today</title><content type='html'>Girl: 'He said he wanted to smack me!'&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: 'Ooh, in the kinky or disciplinary way??'&lt;br /&gt;Guy: 'Um. Disciplinary.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURHURHURRR I have very cute colleagues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8191625789514215082?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8191625789514215082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/overheard-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8191625789514215082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8191625789514215082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/overheard-today.html' title='Overheard Today'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-7069040131288895491</id><published>2008-12-10T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:41:51.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pungent (and insignificant) Observations on Daily Commuting</title><content type='html'>So, I've been overworking myself to death this hols, and am currently engaged in a pleasantly no-brainer temp job. Squeeze with loads of pple into e train, and then try to squeeze out when alighting. In between, everyone basically look like they haven't slept for ten years / are contemplating suicide later. Seriously, why do you have to look so haggard and depressed every single day of the week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order not to depress myself, i turn to observing what pple wear, read etc instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] There was one morning when this reaaally tired looking lady boarded e bus, and i was thinking tt she shld have done without e mascara...when i saw...!!!&lt;br /&gt;She didn't pull up her skirt properly, and e top of her butt was showing. As in, you can see e butt crack and all. Omgg. I was gg to tell her..but she found a seat, so i didn't. Hopefully she noticed it later on! If not, imagine having walked e entire distance from MRT station to work, only to realise half your butt was on parade for all and sundry to see? EEEK NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] OLs who can walk fast and far in tall tall four inch heels are truly formidable. Some of the heels these ladies wear are no joke - all pointy, though some claim pointy heels are easier to walk in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] Do guys usually match suit pants with boots? Today was e first time i saw a guy in this ensemble, maybe he was going for a casual chic kind of feel? ...though it really didn't show up too well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7069040131288895491?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7069040131288895491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-pungent-and-insignificant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7069040131288895491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7069040131288895491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-pungent-and-insignificant.html' title='A Few Pungent (and insignificant) Observations on Daily Commuting'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-2794990468387569184</id><published>2008-11-07T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:43:47.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing at the crossroads - Which way to turn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SRPqIA0fFHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D4b6BOHJZMg/s1600-h/hc_035.png"target="_blank" onclick="window.open(this.href, 'popupwindow', 'width=420, height=350, resizable=no, scrollbars=yes, menubar=no, toolbar=no, status=no'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SRPqIA0fFHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D4b6BOHJZMg/s400/hc_035.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265809812706235506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this age, aren't most of us standing at the crossroads? Those who have graduated, are either undecided between jobs or struggling to decide if they even like their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those still studying face so many unknown fears, and unless you're one of those lucky ones who already know what they want, you're probably floundering around. The future stretches ahead infinitely, not as a straight road, but a scary mist-shrouded jungle. Panicked, but powerless, because you don't even know what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-2794990468387569184?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2794990468387569184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/standing-at-crossroads-which-way-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2794990468387569184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2794990468387569184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/standing-at-crossroads-which-way-to.html' title='Standing at the crossroads - Which way to turn?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SRPqIA0fFHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D4b6BOHJZMg/s72-c/hc_035.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-5367184130104318147</id><published>2008-10-18T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:34:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYAHH JUST SELL E TICKETS!</title><content type='html'>ARRrrghh, so pissed right now. Coz i, like, 99.9% wont be able to go to this concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SPly6HahsJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vGDHVxbJf_k/s1600-h/Kpop+concert+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SPly6HahsJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vGDHVxbJf_k/s400/Kpop+concert+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258360382680051858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a Kpop concert in S'pore...and how are u supposed to get e tix? 2 options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Buy a &lt;b&gt;$528&lt;/b&gt; LG Secret phone.&lt;br /&gt;b) Take part in lucky draws held by e CoolKtimes radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&gt;&gt; OVER MY DEAD BODY. If DBSK was coming, i &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; consider.&lt;br /&gt;b&gt;&gt; Given e 0.1% possibility that i'ld be lucky enough to score tix, i dont even consider this an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Bye bye, Junjin, Andy. Bye, Chae Yeon, Jewellery. Hope you guys come to Singapore again.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-5367184130104318147?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5367184130104318147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/gyahh-just-sell-e-tickets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5367184130104318147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5367184130104318147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/gyahh-just-sell-e-tickets.html' title='GYAHH JUST SELL E TICKETS!'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SPly6HahsJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vGDHVxbJf_k/s72-c/Kpop+concert+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-4271996052880448205</id><published>2008-10-12T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:33:25.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky days'/><title type='text'>I feel lucky and blessed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SPGEvKN5kJI/AAAAAAAAADM/g_7Up_HIruo/s1600-h/Happy_Toast_by_nekoninjaalchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SPGEvKN5kJI/AAAAAAAAADM/g_7Up_HIruo/s320/Happy_Toast_by_nekoninjaalchemist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256128185849450642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;by&gt;&lt;/by&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by nekoninjaalchemist@deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck is definitely smiling down on me. Last week, i left my entire wallet on the bus-including my IC, keys, schedule book, and 1 $10 NTUC voucher. -_-;; Yesss....everything important. Imagine my panic when i realised they were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mad rush to the bus interchange to report loss (to a v.inefficient office personnel. Hello? Here i am, all panicky and anxious, and there u go, laughing with your colleagues over whatever insignificant thing?)  Stood for at least an hour in a long queue just to get my ATM card replaced. Was planning to go to the ICA to replace my IC already, since i highly doubted my wallet would be recovered at the interchange.....when something totally miraculous happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home tired and depressed, slid my key into the door, walked past the dining table....and what did i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRECIOUSSS WALLET lying there like it had never been lost before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say i was surprised is an understatement. I really thought i was seeing things out of sheer desperation. Apparently, a kind old Malay uncle had returned e wallet to my doorstep after discovering it on the bus. Also, he lives in Clementi, which is a far distance from my house. Too bad i didn't get to thank him personally T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was like, "ahhh may this 'en ren' live a long,, happy life.......Thank you thank you!!" LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-4271996052880448205?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4271996052880448205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-lucky-and-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4271996052880448205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4271996052880448205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-lucky-and-blessed.html' title='I feel lucky and blessed.....'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SPGEvKN5kJI/AAAAAAAAADM/g_7Up_HIruo/s72-c/Happy_Toast_by_nekoninjaalchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-3619878305934639698</id><published>2008-08-24T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:06:14.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Girl Crush &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I had wanted to post my thoughts after watching 12 Lotus, but e Olympic artistic gymnastics diverted my attention. Specifically, someone diverted my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Anna Bessonova! Her ribbon routine was b e a u t i f u l. Then again i didn't get to see her ball and hoop segments, so i cant judge whether she deserved more than e bronze medal she got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure though- she excited e audience e most. Even during her performance, people were clapping and cheering loudly for her. For me, she stands out from all e rest because she possesses a rare talent and charisma to portray e mood of e music. Dancing alone may only need practise, but try doing that while working a ribbon and turning somersaults! People are alrdy discussing whether she's retiring after this year's Olympics, since she is turning 25...but i hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT4rHXeeXdw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT4rHXeeXdw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBUZLreRf5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBUZLreRf5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3619878305934639698?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3619878305934639698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-girl-crush-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3619878305934639698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3619878305934639698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-girl-crush-3.html' title='My new Girl Crush &lt;3'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-7775566363966907665</id><published>2008-08-14T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:06:08.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Lotus</title><content type='html'>Today 12 Lotus opens! Been wanting to catch this latest film from Roystan Tan ever since i saw e trailer on e omnipresent Tv Mobile. Hurhur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard e radio interview Roystan Tan amd Liu Ling Ling did with UFM1003, which made me want to watch it more &lt;3 It's true what Ke Ning said- 881 aroused different feelings/thoughts about Singapore in me, whether it's about our culture (e existence of which used to be fiercely discussed), local films, and pple who are always in e society background. It's great that films such as this are adding to the local film industry...i think local music and films have really gotten more support from Singaporeans recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trailor: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/moviexclusive/12LOTUS16072008.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to movieXclusive.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things im alrdy itching to find out:&lt;br /&gt;1) the significance of the colour pink in e movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stephanie Sun's role. No sign of her in e trailers - so mysterious siahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the significance of Guan Yin in e movie. In e interview, Roystan mentioned it was a show of love on e character's part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, calling for movie kakhis~ let's go watch together~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7775566363966907665?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7775566363966907665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/12-lotus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7775566363966907665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7775566363966907665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/12-lotus.html' title='12 Lotus'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-6063960133296330276</id><published>2008-08-11T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:41:59.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody here? Hurhur.</title><content type='html'>For all i know, there may be nobody checking out my blog these days, due to the inexcusably loooong break in posting. Maybe, or especially....because of my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im back, i promise! Come back come backkkk dear friends~&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to lure you back with 5 cuties. I'm replaying this song alot lately. Melody's beautiful, and besides, just look at JaeJoong in the beginning &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5XAXFOAwcOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5XAXFOAwcOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on watching e MV:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yoochun sshi...Plz, plz, cut your hair T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Somehow i don't think e context of this song applies to any of e DBSK guys. Who in their right mind would leave cute, talented guys like them for elderly looking men? Then again, im biased i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Really, e guy in e MV deserved it. Losing e girl, i mean. If you are gg to be so passive and not tell her how you feel, then of course she's not gg to wait for you. He didn't just give up - he never even tried! It's downright stupid to lose what could have been a lasting relationship just because both parties had no guts to admit their feelings for each other...isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-6063960133296330276?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6063960133296330276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/anybody-here-hurhur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6063960133296330276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6063960133296330276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/anybody-here-hurhur.html' title='Anybody here? Hurhur.'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-3672245328095606389</id><published>2008-06-26T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:56:37.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Consumerism is posh slavery.'</title><content type='html'>I really, really meant to write another blog post earlier, but laziness got in the way. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as i was saying, this book im reading, talks about the 'mind-forged' nature of many things in today's societies. Just the points that struck me, lest this blog bores you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hodgkinson believes that everything has no instrinsic meaning, like good/bad, ugly/beautiful. Their so called values are imposed upon them by Man. So, lying is neither good nor bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These mental manacles that we create ourselves chain us to a meaningless system, thus we lose our freedom. We delegate responsibility for our own enjoyment and purpose in life to other people, to &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;. Which in fact never do what they promised. Have you ever felt that you never need another bag again after this 'perfect' one? Have you never grumbled at how cumbersome goverments are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since these external things are mind forg'd, and life is absurd anyway, we might as well take charge of our own lives. Creating things, however badly, is better than watching others do it well. Getting a life, instead of watching others live theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word, Hodgkinson uses anarchy, but i believe this is an assertive way of being responsible for how you truly want to live your own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3672245328095606389?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3672245328095606389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/consumerism-is-posh-slavery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3672245328095606389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3672245328095606389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/consumerism-is-posh-slavery.html' title='&apos;Consumerism is posh slavery.&apos;'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-3457143093777613806</id><published>2008-06-08T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:03:55.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post aft surviving lack of Internet</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know im supposed to blog more often since e last post, but my freaking pc just died on me last week.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an experience i would never want to have again. So for e whole of this week, i was moping around e house, and cursing e pc...and also myself, for over relying on e internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mysterious circumstances would have it, i also happen to be reading this v.interesting book 'How to be Free'. One point e author makes is tt we rely too much on others to entertain ourselves - reading what others write, listening to music others make, watching media produced by others. That pretty much sums up what i do with my 'free' time. How tragic. Along this thread, he argues that we give up part of our power to these people, fragmenting our lives over which we are powerless. I'll dedicate more time to this topic in my next blog post...there are too many things to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my life actually got more varied with e absence of Internet. Went out with real friends, instead of exhanging politely friendly virtual messages with people i don't know tt well. Did some cleaning up, got a job, read more books and magazines, instead of looking at how much more 'happening' other people's lives are. I actually enjoyed myself. Of course, i missed watching Legend, my daily dose of blogs and music...but I more than survived e ordeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3457143093777613806?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3457143093777613806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-post-aft-surviving-lack-of-internet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3457143093777613806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3457143093777613806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-post-aft-surviving-lack-of-internet.html' title='1st post aft surviving lack of Internet'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-4130760840264852585</id><published>2008-05-30T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:51:56.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Replay replay replayyy~~</title><content type='html'>Replay is currently on my replay.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry. Couldn't resist a shameless corny pun. xD&lt;br /&gt;This song's from a new Korean boyband Shinee, and i can be a noona to all of e members. Aigoo! T_T&lt;br /&gt;Tea's gotten me abit high today. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;I've made a resolution to blog more often, so hopefully this is e 1st of many more boliao posts to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-4130760840264852585?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4130760840264852585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/replay-replay-replayyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4130760840264852585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/4130760840264852585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/replay-replay-replayyy.html' title='Replay replay replayyy~~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-5090554175664631786</id><published>2008-05-08T14:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:06:18.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>On footless tights and shopping ban........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SCKdGgiMgpI/AAAAAAAAABU/C3aqMc53WnA/s1600-h/Blog+-+footless+tights+%28kate%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SCKdGgiMgpI/AAAAAAAAABU/C3aqMc53WnA/s200/Blog+-+footless+tights+%28kate%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197889655077110418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. This is not drawn by me. During my endless blog hopping, i somehow found this girl who draws all e stuff she purchases in a year. This is just one of many many cute pics she drew. I &lt;3 her fonts! And would you believe it, she even draws her credit card statements (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] Arrrgh. Stupid Blogger wouldn't allow me to link her. Will try again ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the subject of footless tights. I can't decide whether i like or hate them. Some anti-footless tights people say they're nothing more than glammed-up leggings. I see their point, but tights really are an interesting addition to an outfit sometimes. However. I don't like how they end abruptly at e ankles...you know, there isn't a smooth line extending all e way to the feet? So it's like there's a break in e line, and and the look isn't as chic or put together as i like it to be. This is why i still don't own a pair of tights yet. Well maybe it's better that i don't, since almost everybody is now clad in tights. Hehhehheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAYY. Haven't bought anything for a week now (except food). &lt;br /&gt;: DD&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have to break the ban temporarily for Mothers' Day...but that's counted as an exception right? Haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-5090554175664631786?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5090554175664631786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-footless-tights-and-shopping-ban.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5090554175664631786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5090554175664631786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-footless-tights-and-shopping-ban.html' title='On footless tights and shopping ban........'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://bp2.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/SCKdGgiMgpI/AAAAAAAAABU/C3aqMc53WnA/s72-c/Blog+-+footless+tights+%28kate%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-2786330510326489224</id><published>2008-04-30T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:35:07.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping ban now ON T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Burl=" com="" forums="" showtopic="211064&amp;quot;]&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/%5Burl=" com="" forums="" showtopic="211064&amp;quot;]&amp;quot;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now officially on a shopping ban. No more senseless buying! Bye byee nice-pair-of-Mango-wedges, and zipia~~&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;See, im so determined i even broadcast it on my blog, so those pple who actually read my blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; happen to shop with me....drag me away when i want to buy anything. Or maybe confiscate my cursed Nets card? TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever go into a shop thinking 'ok, i won't buy anything, just browse..' and end up walking out of e shop alrdy regretting your purchase? You try convincing yourself,' but it's such a good bargain/lobang...!'&lt;br /&gt;Or do you go mad thinking abt a particular bag/pair of shoes/whatever all day, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt;, until you just can't help running out to get it?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, join the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=211064"&gt;shopping ban support group&lt;/a&gt;! Some amazingly disciplined pple have actually survived through their bans, and it really helps to read tt they did it. If they can do it, so can I! Even if u're not on a shopping ban, some of e posts on this thread are quite entertaining to read. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-2786330510326489224?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2786330510326489224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping-ban-now-on-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2786330510326489224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2786330510326489224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping-ban-now-on-tt.html' title='Shopping ban now ON T_T'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1205663573009795969</id><published>2008-04-12T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:15:15.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>A week of new knowledge</title><content type='html'>Rounding up an uneventful week, i learnt 3 things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Salvation Army thrift store is a huge treasure trove.&lt;br /&gt;Tis' true! Point - i bought e entire boxed set of Narnia books for $7 and 2 vintage 60s' hardcovers for $1 each. All of which deserve a bettr fate - that of sitting on my tiny bookshelf. Ahahaa~  If u're thinking, 'Jeez, only bo liao pple and bargain-hunting aunties go there', well...you're half-right...lol.&lt;br /&gt;However, I saw quite a few trendy young pple during e whole time i was there. (Read: guys in skinny jeans, and arty looking girls in tights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book section is delightfully huge, distributed across several pokey little rooms, which remind me of my primitive primary school library. Clothes section was not as exciting, though :[ Some of e clothes ought to have been recycled into rags or sth 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which finger u choose to wear ur ring on shows ur personality.&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting learnt from a new friend. Apparently based on Greek mythology, but pls dont ask me abt e details -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb - Independent&lt;br /&gt;Index finger - Dominant&lt;br /&gt;Middle finger - Fun-loving&lt;br /&gt;2nd last (?) finger - Romantic, loyal&lt;br /&gt;Last finger - Conflicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True? I find it pretty accurate, at least in my case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I look great when i have my eyes closed in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1205663573009795969?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1205663573009795969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-of-new-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1205663573009795969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1205663573009795969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-of-new-knowledge.html' title='A week of new knowledge'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-8761795320910454274</id><published>2008-03-29T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:16:16.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Balalalaa~lalaaala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting here, singing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know do you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where, when, how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balalala~lalaaala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under a blazing sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a rainy street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll throw away our umbrellas and jump some puddles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there what they say there will be-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a feeling of deja vu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we knew each other before we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of loving, not liking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balalala~lalaaala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yessss. Im back. A song from Krock band Nell inspired me to write something random. Btw, you should check out their songs-they're awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8761795320910454274?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8761795320910454274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/balalalaalalaaala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8761795320910454274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8761795320910454274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/balalalaalalaaala.html' title='Balalalaa~lalaaala'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-9076328450843286134</id><published>2007-12-27T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:17:00.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Amazing pple - full of life.</title><content type='html'>The internet has opened my eyes in more ways than i thought possible. There is no end to the number of wonderful, inspirational things/pple i see in cyberspace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i came across e 'Granddad' of Youtube - &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://youtube.com/profile?user=geriatric1927"&gt;Geriatric1927&lt;/a&gt;. He is 80 years old and probably the oldest active Youtuber. I just find it so cool that he manages to keep up with the times, and produces pretty decent videos. (seriously.) Topics include his experiences as an enlisted soldier during WWII and his views on pple who leave rude remarks on vids, among many. I hope i'll have the same zest and curiosity he has when i grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing person i've just checked out is 22 years old Elle Muliarchyk, a model/photographer based in New York. This gutsy girl not only took pictures of herself in dressing rooms (a common act among many of us, I believe :p), and even brought along her props, such as a giant panda bear soft toy, doughnuts, and a huge, highly realistic King Kong paw. Talk abt bringing it to a different level, huh? I just wonder how she managed to haul those things past the sales staff? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/27/style/tmagazine/t_w_1546_1547_talk_muliarchyk_.html?pagewanted=1&amp;amp;_r=1"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; in which she explained why she did it, and the heartracing thrill of almost being discovered.&lt;br /&gt;She took really beautiful, professional pics. See them &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://www.stern.de/unterhaltung/fotografie/:Elle-Muliarchyk--Kakteen-Gorillatatzen-Umkleide/577210.html?cp=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-9076328450843286134?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/9076328450843286134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-pple-full-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/9076328450843286134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/9076328450843286134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-pple-full-of-life.html' title='Amazing pple - full of life.'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1273450262400043841</id><published>2007-12-22T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:17:35.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Walkin' in e winter wonderland~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/R202xvO1PBI/AAAAAAAAABM/CATETVuQ954/s1600-h/doll.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/R202xvO1PBI/AAAAAAAAABM/CATETVuQ954/s200/doll.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146830177274510354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody knows how tt song 'Walking in the winter wonderland' begins? Was trying to sing it and realised i couldn't even remember the chorus. Sob T_T Another sign of aging?&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, could any of you believe it when you turned 21? Frankly, im still in disbelief...no no, I refuse to believe it.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Korea~~ The weather forecast for Seoul a few days ago was -4 degrees Celsius...maybe there'll be snow soon? Actually i just want to roll myself a few snowballs and pelt some random pple with them, before scampering back indoors to warm myself. I suppose it's all v.fun and romantic for e 1st few hours, but i probably won't be able to stand the cold. No kidding - my teeth were alrdy chattering on top of Genting. Lol~ Anyway, a long cold, gray winter could be really depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Still! I want to roll some snowballs! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my alter ego all decked out in her winter clothes. I &lt;3 her cap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1273450262400043841?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1273450262400043841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/12/walkin-in-e-winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1273450262400043841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1273450262400043841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/12/walkin-in-e-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walkin&apos; in e winter wonderland~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://bp2.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/R202xvO1PBI/AAAAAAAAABM/CATETVuQ954/s72-c/doll.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-7046662572119119154</id><published>2007-12-01T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:43:43.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to simple pleasures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/R1FLfK2m3mI/AAAAAAAAABE/d_WvRa1DT5A/s1600-R/Jumpis.com.ne.kr-Girl+in+cat+cost+talkin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/R1FLfK2m3mI/AAAAAAAAABE/ohPMaP-wIng/s320/Jumpis.com.ne.kr-Girl+in+cat+cost+talkin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138971648667868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's always a day on which I wake up, and the whole day seems to loom ahead like an empty chasm. It may be full of activities, but I just feel sian. School-Sian. Projects-Sian. Shopping-Also Sian.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's no purpose to all these, that im doing them because i don't know what else i can do. Wonder how many people feel this terrible boredom? Im guessing alot, or maybe i just happen to know alot of bored people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, it's nice to be reminded that actually the tiniest thing makes me happy, makes life worth living. Yesterday, i came across this book, 'Things that make us happy'. It contains thousands of short phrases, no more than one line-all the simple things in life that brighten up our day. Some examples made me smile: 'Lots of sleep' (YES tt's a luxury~!) , 'Ice-cream on a hot day', 'Suitcases that actually last for 10 years' (LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to believe that buying something will bring us happiness, and to forget the simple joy eating ice-cream once brought us not too long ago. Maybe this is how we gradually lose our childhood...without even knowing it? One day we look back and lament, 'Where has my childhood happiness gone?',&lt;br /&gt;'Why can't i be happy when i go out shopping w/o buying anything?',&lt;br /&gt;'Why is it so difficult to feel happy?'&lt;br /&gt;and don't realise we pushed it aside ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been quite happy these days, chiefly because i finally have time to do crap i enjoy doing. Hahahaa~&lt;br /&gt;Current obsession-Pixel characters (like my cute catgirl on top) and Trippen shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to simple pleasures! Hey, maybe i should go start my own 'Things tt make me happy' mini-project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7046662572119119154?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7046662572119119154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-always-day-on-which-i-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7046662572119119154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7046662572119119154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-always-day-on-which-i-wake-up.html' title='Here&apos;s to simple pleasures!'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://bp1.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/R1FLfK2m3mI/AAAAAAAAABE/ohPMaP-wIng/s72-c/Jumpis.com.ne.kr-Girl+in+cat+cost+talkin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-5330345001881621547</id><published>2007-11-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:52:58.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there such a thing called 'unique'?</title><content type='html'>Thought i'ld better post sth before people think i've deserted this pitiful blog. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;Im on vacation now, which means more time for doing crappy stuff! Just now, I was reading some Taiwanese blogs over at wretch.cc...and found them quite interesting, or at least highly individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, you get to see young people from so many parts of the world, not only in the real world but also in cyberspace...and among them, so many are talented. There may be dancers, artists, designers..the list goes on. One may be proud to believe he posesses a 'unique' talent, but perhaps, right at the other end of the world, someone, somewhere, has the same skills,and may even be better. &lt;br /&gt;So is there really anything that is truly 'unique', in this world teeming with 6+ billion homo sapiens? Can you safely say there is an absolute 0% probability there will ever be any person like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why so many people try so hard to set themselves 'apart from the crowd', through their dress style, way of speaking or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we don't need to try so hard, if we recognise that ALL people are unique in themselves, even if they only dress in T-shirts and jeans, and go shopping in slippers. Because being 'unique' goes way beyond the surface, and encompasses your lifestyle, your views on life, your beliefs. In that way, each and every one of us is already unique, without trying to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all just be ourselves, and feel comfortable in our own skin, isn't that already unique?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-5330345001881621547?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5330345001881621547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-such-thing-called-unique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5330345001881621547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5330345001881621547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-such-thing-called-unique.html' title='Is there such a thing called &apos;unique&apos;?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-8336776728881862751</id><published>2007-09-29T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:13:22.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog's not dead....yet.</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know, this blog's not dead...yet.&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how busy and stressed i've been for this past month. Oh same old story-projects, deadlines, work. Yeah im busy, in a v.unproductive way. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kei, if you're reading this, i take back everything i've said before regarding people who sing on the bus. Because of this incident which happened quite some time ago...but it's not like i have anything more interesting to blog about. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after a particularly looong day, and i just wanted to have a nice nap during the journey home. Some joker sitting behind decided to have an impromptu karaoke session. Maybe he thought tt was 'romantic'? At first he was just humming along to e song, and i didn't mind him much. Humming soon turned to (loud) singing. Then he decided he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just had&lt;/span&gt; to sing the chorus of e same song &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 10 times. &lt;br /&gt;So there i was, willing myself to sleep while e guy was butchering the song behind me. It's not like he sang out of tune, just that his voice was so grating, whiny and plain annoying. It got so ridiculous e girl in front of me turned back to frown at him, with no (audible) effect. As for me, i didn't bother looking. But i did notice tt the seats were almost emptied when i finally escaped to e 1st level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRGH~~!! Has this guy nvr heard of KBOX? If u want to sing tt loudly, might as well use a microphone! Somewhere you can save yourself from embarrassment and others from irritation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, wanna know what song he was singing? Show Luo's 'Ai Zhuan Jiao'. He made me hate e song X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8336776728881862751?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8336776728881862751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogs-not-deadyet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8336776728881862751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8336776728881862751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogs-not-deadyet.html' title='Blog&apos;s not dead....yet.'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-909676983624973008</id><published>2007-07-29T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:47:16.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i travelled to.......</title><content type='html'>Today's Sunday, and I was bored. So i did a little travelling....to Iraq, England and Paris, among others.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;From e comfort of my cosy little room, via 1 of my favourite blogs: &lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/"&gt;mental_floss magazine&lt;/a&gt;. I wish i had tried Google Earth earlier. It's fun (n also abit scary) tt u can actually zoom into any part of e world, spying on creatures of all kinds going about the business of living. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Here, look at this giant bunny i got linked to. Cracked me up xDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm, e link expired n im too lazy to upload again. Try imagining a HUGE PINK bunny stretched out on a plain. LOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does e description tt PC World gave it:&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;giant pink bunny &lt;/span&gt;(Google Earth coordinates 44.244273,7.769737) in Prata Nevoso, Italy, was built by a group of artists from Vienna, according to published accounts. It's 200 feet long and answers to the name "Hare."&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute idea.&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll go explore more parts of Earth now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-909676983624973008?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/909676983624973008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-travelled-to_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/909676983624973008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/909676983624973008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-travelled-to_29.html' title='Today i travelled to.......'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-8965989756847953710</id><published>2007-07-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:34:28.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What e world eats....</title><content type='html'>Im not of e grouchy kind, but i do groan sometimes,'Why don't i have enough of everything?' 'Life's so s****y'&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody does tt sometimes, right? Greed's a part of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said tt life's never fair definitely got it right. Or maybe different people just have different standards-what's adequate for me may not be enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at what families e world over eat in one week. Some just need less than 20 dollars to live for another month, but some scream for more even with a 300+ dollars budget for the same duration. That's just food-i wonder how much people spend on electricity (if they have any, tt is.)&lt;br /&gt;Check out Time's photo essay &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1626519,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8965989756847953710?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8965989756847953710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-e-world-eats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8965989756847953710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8965989756847953710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-e-world-eats.html' title='What e world eats....'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-7999636540831892752</id><published>2007-06-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:30:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this life?</title><content type='html'>For a long time now, I've felt tt my life is like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights are burning&lt;br /&gt;In quiet rooms&lt;br /&gt;Where lives go on&lt;br /&gt;Resembling ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet lives&lt;br /&gt;That follow us-&lt;br /&gt;These lives we lead&lt;br /&gt;But do not own-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;So quietly&lt;br /&gt;When we are gone,&lt;br /&gt;So quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last bus&lt;br /&gt;Comes letting dark&lt;br /&gt;Umbrellas out-&lt;br /&gt;Black flowers, black flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lives go on.&lt;br /&gt;And lives go on&lt;br /&gt;Like sudden lights&lt;br /&gt;At street corners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like the lights&lt;br /&gt;In quiet rooms&lt;br /&gt;Left on for hours,&lt;br /&gt;Burning, burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....My life is just one of many tiny flames, burning, burning....towards inevitable extinguishing in a quiet room. Everyday is like every other day. Mine is the same as hers/his/theirs. Perhaps it's not truly my life, since there's little part of me in it.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some of us sit, in mutual loneliness, even when surrounded with friends, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something, someone to arrive. Presuming it would ever arrive. How many of us really own our lives? How many more live it out for the sake of living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, love, let us be true&lt;br /&gt;to one another! for the world, which seems&lt;br /&gt;to lie before us like a land of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;So various, so beautiful, so new,&lt;br /&gt;Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,&lt;br /&gt;Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;&lt;br /&gt;And we are here as on a darkling plain&lt;br /&gt;Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,&lt;br /&gt;where ignorant armies clash by night.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quoted from 'Dover beach' by Matthew Arnold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the beauty in the world is only deceptively so, and more can be 'enjoyed' for a price. How cynical, huh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Consider a world without humans/animals-beautiful as it is, what joy is there? The only real, priceless comfort we have can only be found in each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-7999636540831892752?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7999636540831892752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-this-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7999636540831892752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/7999636540831892752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-this-life.html' title='Is this life?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1404013508505706243</id><published>2007-06-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:44:26.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, my v.own daemon~</title><content type='html'>Got linked to e official site for this new upcoming movie based on 1 of my fav books 'The Golden Compass'. And look what i found~ my own daemon xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=149075"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=149075" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, just like me. Wahaha~&lt;br /&gt;So what do u think? Does this best represent me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1404013508505706243?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1404013508505706243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-my-vown-daemon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1404013508505706243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1404013508505706243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-my-vown-daemon.html' title='Look, my v.own daemon~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-8551805069050612338</id><published>2007-06-19T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:56:34.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHhhh~Im such a techno-noob</title><content type='html'>There seems to be some problem with my recent Chinese post, so i took it down for e time being. Apparently the HTML code is visible..though i don't see anything wrong in my Firefox browser T_T&lt;br /&gt;Y like tt???!&lt;br /&gt;Suspect it's because i cut and paste from Word instead of inputting the entry directly in Blogger...but every time i try to do that, e characters turn out in those weird symbols, which makes it impossible for me to read what im typing. TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;Just as I think im getting e hang on technology, it hits me tt i don't even know how to control the simplest settings in my own blog. Sigh. Modern city life and its many difficulties. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;Shall try again ltr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8551805069050612338?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8551805069050612338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhhhim-such-techno-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8551805069050612338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8551805069050612338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhhhim-such-techno-noob.html' title='AHhhh~Im such a techno-noob'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-5283695495154677340</id><published>2007-06-12T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:45:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情深似海</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我的第一篇中文稿耶。哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;这其实是很久以前写的。。因为最近又翻来读，所以决定‘登’出来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;是电影「情深似海」的观后感。看得我边笑边哭的。。韩剧就是有这种莫名其妙的魅力！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;如果有一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我失去了记忆，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;不记得家人·朋友，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;甚至你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;你还会爱我吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;如果知道自己将有这么一天，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我还会勇敢地爱着你吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;失去了记忆，我算失去了灵魂。。。吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;即使知道可能会很痛苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;随时粉身碎骨，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我还是想尝试&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;努力又勇敢地爱一次。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/26013782-5283695495154677340?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5283695495154677340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5283695495154677340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/5283695495154677340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_12.html' title='情深似海'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-3720280987885229780</id><published>2007-06-06T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:13:00.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Nobis Pacem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/Rmav5QY7mTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Chj0HnE1NMU/s1600-h/Dona+Nobis+Pacem_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/Rmav5QY7mTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Chj0HnE1NMU/s200/Dona+Nobis+Pacem_phixr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072935428466383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, i think e pic's too small. Ah~ i tried. If u want to see what's written on it, please click on e image.&lt;br /&gt;To start this off, 'Dona Nobis Pacem' is Latin for 'Grant Us Peace'. I got e main pic from this lady who started this blog movement some time ago (last yr?). Basically, her idea's to spread a powerful message on this day (6/6/07) whereby all bloggers will post e same thing/pic wishing for peace. Read &lt;a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/2007/06/bigdona-nobis-pacem.html"&gt;Mimi's thoughtful post&lt;/a&gt; on how it all started...So now u see how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; i am. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Wow. It's working. I just goggled e words 'Dona Nobis Pacem' n it came up with over 2000 results for blog entries! n e blog count's probably increasing by e minute. Incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3720280987885229780?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3720280987885229780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3720280987885229780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3720280987885229780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Dona Nobis Pacem'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://bp0.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/Rmav5QY7mTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Chj0HnE1NMU/s72-c/Dona+Nobis+Pacem_phixr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-1031615406753329619</id><published>2007-06-05T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:04:33.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo~ Cuba!</title><content type='html'>Am now in a 'Cuba' phase. Haha! Just watched 'Dirt Dancing: Havana Nights' featuring 2 awesome dancers (Diego Lunas &lt;3~) , n some great music! Liked many of e songs, so i did a search on Imeem...and now im hooked. lol~&lt;br /&gt;Also found loads of colourful pics of this sunny Mediterranean country. Gosh, e women's dresses are extradinary. Their cars are cute, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1031615406753329619?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1031615406753329619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/woohoo-cuba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1031615406753329619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1031615406753329619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/woohoo-cuba.html' title='Woohoo~ Cuba!'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-6745773033803151855</id><published>2007-06-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:48:46.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's e dork's Birthday~ xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/RmQziWD8hbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L9D6q48dhFA/s1600-h/Singing+penguin+%28daisuki%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/RmQziWD8hbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L9D6q48dhFA/s200/Singing+penguin+%28daisuki%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072235745456719282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sing in a penguin outfit~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to u&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to u~&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Micky~~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to uuuuuuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Park Yoochun a.k.a Micky's birthday today~! Stay dorky always~ Though there's less than half an hr left..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, forgive my spazzing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-6745773033803151855?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6745773033803151855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-e-dorks-birthday-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6745773033803151855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/6745773033803151855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-e-dorks-birthday-xd.html' title='It&apos;s e dork&apos;s Birthday~ xD'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://bp3.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/RmQziWD8hbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L9D6q48dhFA/s72-c/Singing+penguin+%28daisuki%29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-3371235241682781217</id><published>2007-05-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:03:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Create sth myself for a change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/Rkq62WD8haI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tolem_q5P9A/s1600-h/Cy+pics-...(Nedeila).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/Rkq62WD8haI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tolem_q5P9A/s200/Cy+pics-...(Nedeila).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065066173729375650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Blogger's finally back to normal. It freaked me out a few days ago when I couldn't post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Phew. Was almost gg to start an account in Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Exams are FINALLY over! HOORAY~~&lt;br /&gt;Have been surfing around these days after regaining my freedom, and seen loads of inspiring stuff...They make me feel a little ashamed of myself, that i am someone who only knows how to admire/gather other people's creativity, but have created none of my own. I use blogskins/wallpapers/interfaces that others have designed. I read books written by others. I eat food prepared by others. I adopt ideas/point of views from others. What is truly my own? Is there a single thought/thing in my life that is mine? that is original?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't everybody possess creativity? Just that not everyone chooses to develop it like all these wonderful artists i've seen. Modern life, particularly city life, is crammed full of ready made products and ideas. We forget tt we can actually come up with many of those things ourselves too, and then, we gradually lose the ability to create without even realising it. In fact, why create? Waste of time isn't it? people can just get it easily from some brand/artist/shopping mall that they admire. Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;So, i've decided to create something that is truly my own. Just anything to assure myself there's still this tiny spark of creativity left in me.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, some of e stuff that i've seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/Softies-cutestfamilyever.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/Cypics-thisismyhomerooze.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/AfternooninOdawarakoony.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/absinthemoulingirlTffiniElektraX.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3371235241682781217?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3371235241682781217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/create-sth-myself-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3371235241682781217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3371235241682781217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/05/create-sth-myself-for-change.html' title='Create sth myself for a change?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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://bp1.blogger.com/_MCK90LQrnIA/Rkq62WD8haI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tolem_q5P9A/s72-c/Cy+pics-...(Nedeila).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-8458371044098115647</id><published>2007-04-25T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:29:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, Im 'brilliant'! Yay~</title><content type='html'>Ohoho, this shall break my average record of posting only twice per month. lol~&lt;br /&gt;Was blog-hopping around as usual and found this interesting 'Blogthing' on someone's blog. Im happy with e results- 'BRILLIANT' ME!! Wahaha~ Think everyone should check this out. It has a great effect on your self esteem. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world.&lt;br /&gt;You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche.&lt;br /&gt;Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your inner peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Emerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ld like to say tt all those positive traits are true. Just ignore e 'get stuck in e clouds' part.. Hahaa~ Im gg to try some friends' birthdays n see what I get. And maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erhem&lt;/span&gt; too. Boliao me~&lt;br /&gt;But it's really weird how I seem to keep reading blogs of Phillipinas in e US these few days. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8458371044098115647?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8458371044098115647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-im-brilliant-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8458371044098115647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8458371044098115647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-im-brilliant-yay.html' title='Wow, Im &apos;brilliant&apos;! Yay~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-1393838033486713548</id><published>2007-04-23T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:09:47.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of exam. well wth</title><content type='html'>**(MINOR) SPOILER ALERT!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I've gotten hooked onto Youtube. There's always loads of interesting vids to check out, not forgetting my regular dose of DBSK &lt;3 lol~&lt;br /&gt;This past week was especially happening! Just look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DujTVVE_jXk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DujTVVE_jXk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Ah Joong in '200 Pounds Beauty'. Soo pretty~&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's classified as a 'romantic comedy', I find some parts quite sad..and even thought-provoking! Well, I thought, life(or rather society) just isn't fair huh? Sometimes beautiful pple get their way so much easier in life. Tell me if tt ain't true. Don't believe? Check out e car accident scene in e movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pX2mof4t1GE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pX2mof4t1GE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~!! Bet those guys won't be THAT nice to pre-surgery, 200 pounds her. Wanna bet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-1393838033486713548?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1393838033486713548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-day-of-exam-well-wth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1393838033486713548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/1393838033486713548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-day-of-exam-well-wth.html' title='1st day of exam. well wth'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-3638385556668267136</id><published>2007-04-05T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:36:04.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess im happy : )</title><content type='html'>Even though there're a million things I could probably grouse about, I can safely say I'm happy now. : )&lt;br /&gt;Sure, undergrad life didn't turn out as fun/relaxing as I'd imagined it to be. Think its even more 'no life' than JC. Hate doing e projects-alot of heartache which you're not even sure wld be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;But! apart from all that, I am happy, at least at this point in time. The path ahead seems clearer. Maybe because there are not too many choices to take by now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Im happy, even though my Mum has taken to popping weird questions like,'Do you have a boyfriend?' and then,'Why aren't you going out with a boyfriend?'. Then she'll happily ramble on about how popular she was, e many parties she attended, her wild friends..etc..etc, making me feel like some loser. Who might stay single for the rest of her sorry life. T_T  What's worse, she's not the only one who enjoys tormenting me in this way. A few times, when  Bapa  walks past my room, he would suddenly ask, totally out of the blue,' Don't you have a boyfriend?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRGHH! Alright alright, I don't have a BF, and I just love slacking at home. So?? Seriously, if they keep this up, they're going to unbalance their daughter's mental state. She might just get desperate and decide  to have a one night stand, have a baby, and maybe elope with some wanderer. Or maybe not. HAHAA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I must still be thankful-at least I don't need to undergo the annual CNY grilling by pesky relatives. Heard it's even worse then. Phew~ Anybody has any CNY horror stories to share? hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok just for fun- look at my hubby..he even looks cute as a penguin! Wahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/Junsu-epenguin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-3638385556668267136?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3638385556668267136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3638385556668267136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/3638385556668267136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-im-happy.html' title='Guess im happy : )'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-8878364174393090081</id><published>2007-03-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:22:46.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems- Ageing and Death</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish my brain was like an inexhaustible database. Wouldn't it be nice if  I could remember all the cool stuff I've read in their entirety? Well actually the brain is like that, isn't it? Just that mine was probably not wired properly, so every time I slot in some new component, another gets overwritten. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I need to put things down in words. And why I shall post (yet) more poems today.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in an afterlife? in whatever form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep;&lt;br /&gt;I am not there. I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow.&lt;br /&gt;I am the diamond glints on snow.&lt;br /&gt;I am the sunlight on ripened grain.&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;br /&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush&lt;br /&gt;I am the swift uplifting rush&lt;br /&gt;Of quiet birds in circled flight.&lt;br /&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry;&lt;br /&gt;I am not there. I did not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes: This poem was left in an envelope for his parents by a British soldier Steven Cummins, killed on active service in Northern Ireland, to be opened in the event of his death. Apparently, it wasn't written by him, and its origins are unknown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are old and grey and full of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And nodding by the fire, take down this book,&lt;br /&gt;And slowly read, and dream of the soft look&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many loved your moments of glad grace,&lt;br /&gt;And loved your beauty with love false or true,&lt;br /&gt;But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,&lt;br /&gt;And loved the sorrows of your changing face;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bending down beside the glowing bars,&lt;br /&gt;Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled&lt;br /&gt;And paced upon the mountains overhead&lt;br /&gt;And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by W.B.Yeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another poem-wistful~ I wonder if I would feel lk this when Im old. In fact, I alrdy feel lk this, at least what's described in the 1st stanza. Sometimes I look in the mirror and find that my eyes have changed. They look harder, less vulnerable. Is that a good or bad change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-8878364174393090081?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8878364174393090081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/poems-ageing-and-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8878364174393090081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/8878364174393090081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/poems-ageing-and-death.html' title='Poems- Ageing and Death'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-823341878072731626</id><published>2007-03-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:09:59.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryo Kase~~</title><content type='html'>I think Clint Eastwood should have won Best Director for this year's Oscars, instead of Martin Scorsese.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Infernal Affairs didn't even have an original plot, and the HK original was still better. Ok, Iwo Jima was based on Gen. Kuribayashi's journal, but it wasn't entirely cut-n-paste material..Im not saying Scorsese doesn't deserve any Oscar at all, but why didn't the jury award him for his other, better (and original) films?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, this was sparked off after watching Iwo Jima recently. Somebody told me it was funny, and I was like,'What?? isn't it supposed to be one of those sad, poignant films? why funny?' You know what? She was half right- it did have some amusing bits.  One particular scene where they suddenly cried, 'Long Live the Emperor' in unison just sent me chortling. I dunno why, the way they did it was just highly amusing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Isn't there a popular belief that there's at least 1 stranger in the world who looks like you? Hey, maybe that's true.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's this guy in Iwo Jima who really looks alot like *gasp* Micky!! Monki said he looks lk an improved version of Micky. (nope, i don't agree Monki!) He plays Shimizu, e kind hearted Kempeitai. The minute I saw him emerge from a helicopter in the rain, i went,' OMG! Micky!!'  After that, I was like,' Please don't die please don't die~' So you can imagine my sadness when he did. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some pple might say he died a coward, desperately clutching that white towel to his chest lk that, but I think otherwise. He saw that the so called 'foreign savages' were every bit as human as he was, and even their mothers were lk his own. What exactly was his fighting for? For the pride and honor of the Imperial Army? which expected the soliders to 'die in glory' for the Motherland all on their own without reinforcements? How do you do what's right? Does any right or wrong even exist in a war? I think Shimizu just saw the pointlessness of it all. Maybe he believed the right thing to do then was to surrender, because he believed his enemies were humane enough not to kill him. In other words, his surrender was an act of faith. But maybe faith doesn't exist in a war, because he became a tragic victim of it.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/RyoKase.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the actor's name is Ryo Kase. He was in Nobody Knows too, as e minimart employee! I didn't know that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-823341878072731626?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/823341878072731626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/ryo-kase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/823341878072731626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/823341878072731626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/ryo-kase.html' title='Ryo Kase~~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-2099154040554798455</id><published>2007-02-26T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:32:48.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walkin' in e sunshine</title><content type='html'>Somebody asked me where my ideal honeymoon destination would be.&lt;br /&gt;I said i didn't know yet, but for now it'ld be a place with neverending grassplains/meadows and streams. We'll just lie right there, feel the wind and sunshine on our faces, and be happy simply because we're together, in that peaceful place. Yeah, guys! I'm a low maintainence girlfriend! HAHAA~&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, best to have a good shopping spot. lol. &lt;br /&gt;Even I don't know where this place might be. Maybe New Zealand? Does anyone know of such a place? What's your ideal honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I can only dream, because i lack the 2 most important prerequisites for it to come true. Go figure. So, I'll just imagine myself strolling in a meadow with my (imaginary)dog Scruff. Note the matching slippers. hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r34/werl/sportydoll-1.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to yunqing on whose blog i found this fun dollmaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-2099154040554798455?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2099154040554798455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/02/photobucket-video-and-image-hosting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2099154040554798455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/2099154040554798455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/02/photobucket-video-and-image-hosting.html' title='walkin&apos; in e sunshine'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-117143781634243290</id><published>2007-02-14T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:29:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines' day to myself</title><content type='html'>I think im suffering a slight case of the HFV snydrome. Hunger for viewership snydrome.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa~! I just coined a new acronym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i find myself checking out how many people have viewed my Youtube channel and blog every now and then. Of course alot of people say they blog for their own pleasure, but who wouldnt like to see people actually leaving comments for them? I  get a rush of satisfaction and 'self-achievement' when I see that my viewership has increased, and get strangely disappointed when it hasn't. Therefore, the side effects of HFV- alternating obsession and depression.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, this is not a very healthy state of mind. But it seems like im not alone in this condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study states that a v. high percentage( forgot how high exactly) of teenagers and young pple&lt;br /&gt;check viewership on their virtual accounts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;My brother is one living example. Every night, without fail, he'll check how many people have viewed his&lt;br /&gt;Friendster profile. Particularly the number of girls. Anyway, I better curb this obsession before it becomes full blown. I dont want to blog just for the sake of getting more readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-117143781634243290?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/117143781634243290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/117143781634243290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/117143781634243290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-to-myself.html' title='Happy Valentines&apos; day to myself'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116955738503272036</id><published>2007-01-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:04:55.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me everywhere</title><content type='html'>I connected with this poem immediately, probably because I'm an untidy person too? Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like there're so many odd little pieces of me everywhere, that I cannot safely say&lt;br /&gt;which makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, because they are all part of me. Sometimes I may be physically here, but I'll&lt;br /&gt;be somewhere else inside my head. Oh dear, this came out sounding a little weird. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slatten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave myself about, slattenly,&lt;br /&gt;bits of me, and times I liked:&lt;br /&gt;I let them go on lying where&lt;br /&gt;they fall, crumple, if they will.&lt;br /&gt;I know fine how to make them walk&lt;br /&gt;and breathe again. Sometimes at night,&lt;br /&gt;or on the train, I dream I'm dancing,&lt;br /&gt;or lying in someone's arms who says&lt;br /&gt;he loves my eyes in French, and again&lt;br /&gt;and again I am walking up your road,&lt;br /&gt;that first time, bidden and wanted,&lt;br /&gt;the blossom on the trees, light,&lt;br /&gt;light and buoyant. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;, they say, quite rightly,&lt;br /&gt;but she is stubborn, that girl,&lt;br /&gt;that hopeful one, still walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Clanchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-116955738503272036?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116955738503272036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/pieces-of-me-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116955738503272036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116955738503272036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/pieces-of-me-everywhere.html' title='Pieces of me everywhere'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116903060195942660</id><published>2007-01-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:43:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luv Singapura~</title><content type='html'>Check out this video! After watching, I realised how much I love this little red dot of a country.&lt;br /&gt;I was like,"Yah that's soo true!" and laughing throughout the viewing. Hahahaa~! The person who did the&lt;br /&gt;animation has a wicked sense of humour! Even found myself singing along to the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;That's how good this vid is.&lt;br /&gt;Right, will not reveal any spoilers. Watch it for yourself. ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-116903060195942660?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116903060195942660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/luv-singapura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116903060195942660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116903060195942660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/luv-singapura.html' title='luv Singapura~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116902722669184012</id><published>2007-01-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:48:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>(aussie accent)" So can anyone give me an example?"&lt;br /&gt;                     "......................................................(pin drop)......&lt;br /&gt;                     ................" (Singaporean silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photocopying room&lt;br /&gt;                          balance several brick sized textbooks on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;                           flipflipflip.&lt;br /&gt;                           zapzapzap.&lt;br /&gt;                          stare into space while my brain turns into slush. stone~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! End of the day..&lt;br /&gt;                           "what are you doing after school? clubbing/shopping/eating out?"&lt;br /&gt;                           "go home watch youtube loh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, back to school. Same old same old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-116902722669184012?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116902722669184012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116902722669184012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116902722669184012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116766188386288345</id><published>2007-01-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:34:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year~</title><content type='html'>Tada~! How do you find my new blogskin? Before you label me as 'another besotted hua chi', hear me out. Got several reasons for using this skin, beside the obvious one that it displays five shuai ge(s). Which happens to have my darling situated almost in the centre.. hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking home after an impromptu  countdown sleepover at Monki's place, when I just started to get unusually thoughtful. (Want to know what we did to usher in 2007? Something super lame, actually. You might have already guessed.) Was reflecting on my favourite theme of late- age. FYI, the DBSK guys are around my age, while one of them is even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; years my junior. While some of us are still floundering around doing god knows what, they have already built a successful career and are going on to greater things. That single thought depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore! In this new year I will try to catch up with them in my own way. Either academically or otherwise. More action, less talk! And thus the self motivating blogskin. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-116766188386288345?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116766188386288345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116766188386288345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116766188386288345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116593739698436550</id><published>2006-12-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:30:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>So, the dreaded day came...and went. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;At least it turned out to be quite a happy day, because I bought a fabulous present for myself-a DBSK CD!!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA~~ And I'm also waiting to get 'that' present from you, Monki.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes wonder what the hell you are doing with your life? I do, and very often too. Even more often since my birthday. Sometimes you see these people who are your age, already carving out a niche for themselves in whatever field, and then you realise you haven't exactly accomplished anything. Very depressing thought.&lt;br /&gt;Would making an early resolution for the coming year help? Hmm..resolutions seem to be made so I can feel pious and less guilty. "At least im making an effort", I tell myself. And then I conveniently forget all about it.&lt;br /&gt;I just took this 'what tarot card are you?' quiz. It says Im about to come across something/someone 'that is so much a part of myself..that I cannot, dare not resist'. Whoa..sounds interesting! It even goes to the point of saying that I will 'know instinctively' that I must have the something/someone, even if it means diverging from my chosen path. Alright, am not getting younger-better buck up from now on~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-116593739698436550?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116593739698436550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116593739698436550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116593739698436550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116403985039058172</id><published>2006-11-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:28:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I NOT turn 20?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The terrible onset of age!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle reminder to all those concerned ( with giving me presents) --my BIRTHDAY is approaching. Though I dont really want to remember it this time round..After this birthday, it'll be sayonara to my already distant teenagehood. Noooo~&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old.&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I felt depressed when I see those secondary school girls. They have this look that only girls of their age have-vibrant, very happy and carefree. Now, I get depressed when I see secondary school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;JC girls. To put it simply, I feel o.l.d.&lt;br /&gt;For me at least, I was happiest in secondary school, especially in lower sec. Even though we were kind of idiotic  at that age, there was always something to do or look forward to. Maybe it was because I was more easily amused at that time. Sigh~ JC  wasn't exactly a bundle of fun, but well, it had certain redeeming points.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I dont want to grow any older beyond my 18 year old mind and body. If you could choose which age to remain as, what age would you prefer? Most probably 18 for me. 16 is a little undeveloped, 20 seems unexciting, but 18 is an age full of possibilities. Another reason I dont want to grow any older is some very unfair social perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;Why do women have to be young to be beautiful? Guys just get more attractive with age, and are called "bachelors", whereas older women are considered "over the hill" , unattractive "spinsters"/ "old maids". Why?? Cant we age elegantly?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have walked around quite alot these days, and seen some very nice stuff. And many things I 've been wanting suddenly comes to mind. *hint hint*  So  I  thought  I'd compile them into a wishlist. ( which is in my 'icecream addict' profile) * HINT HINT*&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/26013782-116403985039058172?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116403985039058172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-not-turn-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116403985039058172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116403985039058172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-not-turn-20.html' title='Can I NOT turn 20?'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-116115976681721205</id><published>2006-10-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:29:32.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love my love with a "T"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love my Love with a "T"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody still watching TV these days? Im now addicted to Youtube- the greatest invention since chocolate (and ice cream) . Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching a lot of Korean variety shows recently, discovering a whole host of v interesting Korean entertainers, and also my most recent object of obsession. Hehhehheh. It all started one fine day when I decided to look up Princess Hours videos and clicked on some of the accompanying links. At first it was just a song, then to a particularly cute vid of my obsession, and a super funny variety show. The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. THE FOLLOWING IS PURE CRAP. YOU DON HAVE TO READ IF YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO.* ( which is unlikely, since you are reading my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel bored and listless? Find yourself stoning while watching television? Then here is your lifesaver---Korean variety shows! They are really entertaining, excellent destressers.&lt;br /&gt;There! I have done my part for Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if you haven't watched Youtube vids, come back to earth-watch today~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-116115976681721205?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/116115976681721205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-my-love-with-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116115976681721205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/116115976681721205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-my-love-with-t.html' title='I Love my love with a &quot;T&quot;...'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-115829736566031076</id><published>2006-09-15T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:16:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute animal poems</title><content type='html'>HEY~~~~~~~~IM BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;Been too busy 4 the past mth-what with assignments to complete at the last minute, and two tests in a single week. Who said uni life is relaxing??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are two cute poems. i love"The Duck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the duck.&lt;br /&gt;It does not cluck.&lt;br /&gt;A cluck it lacks.&lt;br /&gt;It quacks.&lt;br /&gt;It is specially fond&lt;br /&gt;Of a puddle or pond.&lt;br /&gt;When it dines or sups,&lt;br /&gt;It bottoms ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow is of the bovine ilk;&lt;br /&gt;One end is moo, the other, milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both by Ogden Nash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-115829736566031076?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/115829736566031076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/09/cute-animal-poems.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115829736566031076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115829736566031076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/09/cute-animal-poems.html' title='cute animal poems'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013782.post-115492968865040493</id><published>2006-08-07T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:47:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1819 supermovt</title><content type='html'>Since National day is approaching, this site is quite relevant. Ever heard of the 1819 supermovement? It's a really interesting underground project by S'poreans, who come up wif creative ideas to express e S'pore identity, as well as showcase our talents to e rest of e world. One of the mediums is stickers. Check out e &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Majulah Stickapura&lt;/span&gt; series at their site! Also, I didn't know how many creative pple &amp; stuff S'pore actually has until i visited e site. lots of links to many S'pore sites too. e site is &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.1819supermovement.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;http://www.1819supermovement.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-115492968865040493?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/115492968865040493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/08/1819-supermovt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115492968865040493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115492968865040493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/08/1819-supermovt.html' title='1819 supermovt'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-115277203278877714</id><published>2006-07-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:55:54.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some xiao ding dong</title><content type='html'>just yesterday morning, my house phone rang. My mum picked up e phone and suddenly called out for me to take the call.&lt;br /&gt;befuddled as to who could possibly call me so early, i took over the phone n heard a woman rambling away. the word"jail" kept coming out. I could only make out one sentence:''I am going to jail because of u."&lt;br /&gt;YES u read that correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Wat u are feeling now is probably wat i felt then. I started saying 'hello' several times, thinking mayb i just heard wrongly. For a moment there I was so caught aback i seriously reflected whether any of my past actions could have landed anybody in jail. The crazy woman just repeated the offending statement again, before resuming her ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;Then she stopped and said," I'm going to call again." And hung up. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE ?@#**#!!&lt;br /&gt;Now i believe my mum. She was saying the other day that there are quite afew xiao ding dong people around lately. Lets see if this woman would call again. I'ld be better prepared next time round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-115277203278877714?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/115277203278877714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-xiao-ding-dong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115277203278877714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115277203278877714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-xiao-ding-dong.html' title='some xiao ding dong'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-115200621866671164</id><published>2006-07-04T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:45:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>computing nightmare~~HELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As your dear author types, she can feel life being slowly sucked away from her. HELPPP~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in the nightmare of computing.&lt;br /&gt;data, data...and more data!&lt;br /&gt;spreadsheets and even more spreadsheets!!&lt;br /&gt;function after function and technical jargon i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer has a great deal of confidence in the class, though. Zipped through everything.&lt;br /&gt;I have just barely survived my first computing lesson but feel sooo dead. sighhh~wonder how others are spending their holidays now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-115200621866671164?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/115200621866671164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/07/computing-nightmarehelp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115200621866671164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/115200621866671164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/07/computing-nightmarehelp.html' title='computing nightmare~~HELP'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-114925624534589171</id><published>2006-06-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:50:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this poem</title><content type='html'>I love this poem. Try reading it aloud! see how far u can get w/o stumbling over any word. can  even be 1 of those rhymes u read 2 test ur reading speed... if u are reaally bored.&lt;br /&gt;chuckle rating:****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleezer's ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Ebenezer Bleezer,&lt;br /&gt;I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,&lt;br /&gt;there are flavours in my freezer&lt;br /&gt;you have never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;twenty-eight divine creations&lt;br /&gt;too delicious to resist,&lt;br /&gt;why not do yourself a favor,&lt;br /&gt;try the flavours on my list:&lt;br /&gt;(erl: take a deep breath here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCOA MOCHA MACARONI&lt;br /&gt;TAPIOCA SMOKED BALONEY&lt;br /&gt;CHECKERBERRY CHEDDAR CHEW&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN CHERRY HONEYDEW&lt;br /&gt;TUTTI-FRUITTI STEWED TOMATO&lt;br /&gt;TUNA TACO BAKED POTATO&lt;br /&gt;LOBSTER LITCHI LIMA BEAN&lt;br /&gt;MOZZARELLA MANGOSTEEN&lt;br /&gt;ALMOND HAM MERINGUE SALAMI&lt;br /&gt;YAM ANCHOVY PRUNE PASTRAMI&lt;br /&gt;SASSAFRAS SOUVLAKI HASH&lt;br /&gt;SUKIYAKI SUCCOTASH&lt;br /&gt;BUTTER BRICKLE PEPPER PICKLE&lt;br /&gt;POMEGRANATE PUMPERNICKEL&lt;br /&gt;PEACH PIMENTO PIZZA PLUM&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT PUMPKIN BUBBLEGUM&lt;br /&gt;BROCCOLI BANANA BLUSTER&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE CHOP SUEY CLUSTER&lt;br /&gt;AVOCADO BRUSSELS SPROUT&lt;br /&gt;PERIWINKLE SAUERKRAUT&lt;br /&gt;COTTON CANDY CARROT CUSTARD&lt;br /&gt;CAULIFLOWER COLA MUSTARD&lt;br /&gt;ONION DUMPLING DOUBLE DIP&lt;br /&gt;TURNIP TRUFFLE TRIPLE FLIP&lt;br /&gt;GARLIC GUMBO GRAVY GUAVA&lt;br /&gt;LENTIL LEMON LINER LAVA&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE OLIVE BAGEL BEET&lt;br /&gt;WATERMELON WAFFLE WHEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Ebenezer Bleezer,&lt;br /&gt;I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,&lt;br /&gt;taste a flavour from my freezer,&lt;br /&gt;you will surely ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Prelutsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those even more bo liao pple, u can check n see whether I made any spelling errors. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-114925624534589171?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/114925624534589171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-this-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114925624534589171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114925624534589171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-this-poem.html' title='I love this poem'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-114925448229888865</id><published>2006-06-02T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:28:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoppin~</title><content type='html'>MONEY MONEY MONEY~I WANT MONEY~ITS A RICH MAN'S WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very depressing to be broke at this time of the year. Sales everywhere...and I cant buy anything~~Noooooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;However, watching the drones of people swarming around discount corners and the departmental stores, some sort of realisation suddenly dawned on me. The way I spend my money.&lt;br /&gt;I work mindlessly, looking forward to my leisure time on weekends. Singaporeans' favourite hobby---shop. So, unwittingly, I get drawn into this vicious cycle- I work to earn, I immediately spend my money on nice stuff (some which never see the light of day once abandoned in some dusty corner of some drawer) , and I have to work to earn it all back again. Its like one big void u think u need to fill to feel better, but u never do. How pointless! Its so easy to get caught up into this sort of meaningless existence. To buy and buy and buy, but not creating anything, doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Do I really shop for leisure? Or maybe its just because Im befuddled as to &lt;em&gt;what else&lt;/em&gt; I can do with my money. Maybe its time to think how to better spend my time, and my life. Looks like my savings are going to increase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-114925448229888865?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/114925448229888865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/06/shoppin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114925448229888865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114925448229888865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/06/shoppin.html' title='shoppin~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-114812982019240068</id><published>2006-05-20T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:57:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relax relax~~</title><content type='html'>have been procastinating on my first entry so much  tat &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; pple are getting quite impatient. all right then, here it is........hmm..........erm.......................&lt;br /&gt;the problem with writing an online diary is :what can be posted? Should I just blabber on about my daily routine(which is quite interesting, u know, in a way.hahaha~) ? Or maybe only post when I have grand theories on Life, Philosophy or World Affairs and such?  Sigh... these decisions are difficult.&lt;br /&gt;   But hey, writing a blog is supposed to be a leisure activity right? So maybe I'll just describe what sort of a person I am. Yes, yes, I love myself a little too much. The following quote gives quite a good idea of me:&lt;br /&gt;   "Heaven, such as it is, is right here on earth. Behold: my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio, saying," Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell." And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after all these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theater, where a ticket will be given unto me, and lo, it will be a martinee, and a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished, the heavens will open, and out will cometh a rain as fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella."&lt;br /&gt;   By the way, this quote is from a very humorous book full of original observations, "Take the Cannoli". I can't remember the author's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-114812982019240068?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/114812982019240068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/05/relax-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114812982019240068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114812982019240068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/05/relax-relax.html' title='relax relax~~'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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-26013782.post-114734195910520270</id><published>2006-05-11T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:05:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey k and Lei~if you are reading this, well at least i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; trying to do something to this blog right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;note the fav author and profile sections. will update a really thought provoking entry as soon as i get my broadband connection up and running...yes yes..sooooon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26013782-114734195910520270?l=oldmanswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/feeds/114734195910520270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/05/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114734195910520270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013782/posts/default/114734195910520270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldmanswife.blogspot.com/2006/05/testing-testing.html' title='testing testing'/><author><name>erl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165949742810134592</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>
