<?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-7823551445991042515</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:32:23.035-08:00</updated><category term='Introspection'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Travel adventures'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Taste of'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='Current LSS'/><category term='Rantings'/><category term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Clandestine Affair</title><subtitle type='html'>...with my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-704223085236254025</id><published>2010-08-27T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:17:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to change without a slight conscious effort?  I'm currently working in our business yet it feels like I'm sucked in to this arena that I became a bitchy boss.  I remember one of my ex-officemate who told me that she cannot imagine me "bitchy" because it doesn't seem like my nature.  And so I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm naturally a peace lover but this system makes me distrust people...though I hate to....now I don't think twice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would not want to be described as that.  Though honestly I don't seem to care what others think anymore...it is that I became numb to society's judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be nice....  But I want to be a good manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can you be both...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-704223085236254025?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/704223085236254025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=704223085236254025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/704223085236254025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/704223085236254025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-1997284537426634441</id><published>2009-08-13T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:43:01.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6rF-RqD7gY/SoQzD7jnmvI/AAAAAAAAADY/e9PUQAER9SU/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6rF-RqD7gY/SoQzD7jnmvI/AAAAAAAAADY/e9PUQAER9SU/s200/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369472798352186098" border="0" /&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/7823551445991042515-1997284537426634441?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1997284537426634441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=1997284537426634441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1997284537426634441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1997284537426634441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless.html' title='Wordless'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6rF-RqD7gY/SoQzD7jnmvI/AAAAAAAAADY/e9PUQAER9SU/s72-c/IMG_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-1889951582842085848</id><published>2009-08-11T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:12:44.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>My word for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to Katy Perry's Thinking of you, the last word that etched my mind: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;  The beauty of the word feels profound to hear especially in relation to events, situation, creation.  Perfection is one of things that reflects beauty.  Perfection is also deemed unattainable to some...or maybe we are continuously evolving, we find better things in life eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep measuring myself with perfection and I'm actually far from it...but honestly, I don't seem to mind.  I can't be perfect...I can't reach that perfection that in the end, I couldn't hope for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hoping, I like dreaming...for better things.  I want to be satisfied and yet know how everyday I can still improve.  Guess I got a lifetime to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Signifie pour etre.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-1889951582842085848?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1889951582842085848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=1889951582842085848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1889951582842085848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1889951582842085848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6160720523818745492</id><published>2009-07-18T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:22:43.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do what you have to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do what you have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjured this temptuous rage&lt;br /&gt;Created you a monster&lt;br /&gt;Broken by the rules of love&lt;br /&gt;And fate has led you through it&lt;br /&gt;You do what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;And fate has led you through it&lt;br /&gt;You do what you have to do ...&lt;br /&gt;And I have the sense to recognize that&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Every moment marked&lt;br /&gt;With apparitions of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Im ever swiftly moving&lt;br /&gt;Trying to escape this desire&lt;br /&gt;The yearning to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;The yearning to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But I have the sense to recognize&lt;br /&gt;That I dont know how&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;A glowing ember&lt;br /&gt;Burning hot&lt;br /&gt;Burning slow&lt;br /&gt;Deep within Im shaken by the violence&lt;br /&gt;Of existing for only you&lt;br /&gt;I know I cant be with you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I cant be with you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;And I have sense to recognize but&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-6160720523818745492?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6160720523818745492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6160720523818745492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6160720523818745492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6160720523818745492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-what-you-have-to-do.html' title='Do what you have to do'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-107610817166840954</id><published>2009-07-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:00:54.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder upon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is always someone in the world waiting for someone else, whether in the middle of the desert or in the heart of some big city. And when these two people’s paths cross and their eyes meet, the whole of the past and the whole of the future lose all importance, and there only exists that moment and that incredible certainty that everything under the Sun was written by the very same Hand. The Hand that awakens Love and creates a sister soul for everyone who works, rests and seeks treasures under the Sun. Were it not for this, the dreams of the human race would make no sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-107610817166840954?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/107610817166840954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=107610817166840954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/107610817166840954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/107610817166840954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-to-ponder-upon.html' title='Something to ponder upon'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3785031125450863338</id><published>2009-06-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:51:26.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant about competitors (Quaipo secrets)</title><content type='html'>YES! I'm the daughter of one of the owners of the shop in Hidalgo in Quaipo Manila...and I hate what our competitor is doing...and I can't even rant about what he is doing in forums because people will think I'm being biased (naninira) or something...oh come on...why would I care to do that?  The only problem is we can't seem to answer back his doings (he kept telling his customers bad things about our store while he gets away tricking his customers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is none other than RAMON of Mayer's Photo!!  Infamous for his rudeness...and yet people think they are good if they were able to get good offers from him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he read this or not...I just want to tell other people what he does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives the CHEAPEST offer, gives so much freebies, but heck, people don't know he changes his lenses from CDSC to grey or the generic batteries and sell the original separately.  Of course, some would say proof??  Do people check??  No! Because the they really know the difference...I'm not saying they are ignorant....not all are professional photograhers...a lot are newbies....thus..maybe tricked...and though out of 10 people who bought, if ever two returns and complains, he would apologize and say "oh maybe my sales demo  gave you the wrong one" and give them the original! See?? He can easily appease people with that...not all people are smart consumers...they will still come back and think..."yea maybe he made a mistake, not sadya or something, plus he gave us freebies...blah blah blah"  He is forgiven and his tricks repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of avid buyers of Mayer, they still go back to him, of course thinking "mura e!!?!?!"  and yet TRUE BUSINESS HONESTY is not implemented.  Seldom do they complain thinking yea...MISTAKE LANG!!?! Yea right!?!?! PINAPALITAN KASI AGAD...well not knowing niloko na sila in the first place that's why he swap you a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't complain...I know the business, I know the tricks but we do not do that.  I keep telling my parents, don't follow his style...it's not honest...and we do not fight back to his level....he keep saying we do not have warranty etc etc and people believe?!? am i frustrated?  Actually yes...but couldn't seem to fight back directly...because I seem to be a sore competitor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is rant in my blog, with very few traffic...with few readers who might read this....well..I hope I can warn other people......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3785031125450863338?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3785031125450863338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3785031125450863338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3785031125450863338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3785031125450863338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/rant-about-competitors.html' title='Rant about competitors (Quaipo secrets)'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-518724612299670847</id><published>2008-12-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:54:21.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Christmas season</title><content type='html'>A day more...I'm almost home! yey!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I think I should stop shopping already...but I was not shopping selfishly..almost all are gifts!&lt;br /&gt;Off to Orchard later...I think I've scanned almost all malls..I'm actually sick of seeing sale....It's still expensive for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-518724612299670847?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/518724612299670847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=518724612299670847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/518724612299670847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/518724612299670847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-season.html' title='Christmas season'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6817209695153967441</id><published>2008-11-24T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:22:16.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Broken promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok..just last blog entry, I promised to myself not to drink anymore and yet..to much temptation so I was once again on a high last week's company party.  I do not actually remember everything I have said so I do hope they also forgot what weird things I was saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week is kind of slow..of course because I do not know why I am doing some never ending reports...I hate to rant. So I stop here about work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I'm drifting, floating...I need direction.  Let me think it over the weekend.  And the possibility of finding the Happy Pizza in Cambodia will be a blast (I think I have tendencies of an addict hihi)..either way..I know I have friends around to look after me and vice versa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A time to reflect and see the wonder of ancient history....Angkor Wat, here I come!&lt;/span&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/7823551445991042515-6817209695153967441?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6817209695153967441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6817209695153967441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6817209695153967441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6817209695153967441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-promises.html' title='Broken promises'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-2951141103694913018</id><published>2008-11-15T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:53:48.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Remnants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's with the title?  I guess I was thinking about all those drinks I've been lavishly pouring down my throat...I think I was too game with anything so I would likely be seen getting high first in any occasion I tried detoxing...with 6 oranges!  It was refreshing but I think it wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, drinking makes us feel so high then anything goes for everybody which is fun!  Unless you're the only one acting all childish/wild/uncontrollable.....Hearing laughter, giggling, a whole lot of people swirling around seems so fine that time..you don't see judging eyes..just people having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were using the Magic Sing again last night, but I dread the hoarseness of my voice came out too loud..I wish there were more song...all those oldie songs were a staple the whole night and we had no choice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxette, Take that, Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Queens...the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to set a limit.  I will pretend that I've reached the limit already so people won't bother to give/challenge me for some more...I think I had enough to last me a lifetime.  My motto these days..DETOX!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-2951141103694913018?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2951141103694913018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=2951141103694913018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2951141103694913018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2951141103694913018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/remnants.html' title='Remnants'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-2033820374833227000</id><published>2008-11-06T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:06:02.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Poetic Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. Love begins at the point when a woman [man] enters her [his] first word into our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poetic memory&lt;/span&gt;."- Unbearable Lightness of Being (Milan Kundera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this one interesting phrase that I left an impression on me. I read it a few times before when I read Milan Kundera's book. I don't know how to decipher why it meant so much. I woke up one day and remembered some things about the past..l. A few moments, a few memories, a few seconds...but it lasted in my mind almost forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe at that split second, these special moments had touched something inside of me that triggered to open a space in my mind that holds on to these memories. Those that linger, those that make it seem like yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the millions of seconds that passed by my life, I get to recall a few special moments...how interesting right? The feeling that lingered during that time...initiated a momental bliss...where there is no space and time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-2033820374833227000?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2033820374833227000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=2033820374833227000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2033820374833227000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2033820374833227000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetic-memory.html' title='Poetic Memory'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-7870581087592292953</id><published>2008-11-03T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:17:45.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Tamed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was on the phone a while ago with our client as she was explaining to me why I should change the nationalities in my report..one of them was Filipino (which I'm fully aware of this since I am one!).  She asked me to change it to Philippine (as a nationality? why????)...I was pretty dumbfounded because I never seen it spelled like that..made me wonder should I correct her because I should know better or let her do what she wants since it's her report to study after.  I was really itching to correct her but maybe I may be wrong, I just swallowed my reply and just pretended like I know nothing about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me....I became the nonchalant robotic worker who chose not to rebut anymore...I just accepted everything even if it pissed me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I made my first remittance..I am a certified OFW! ha!  Though I just transfer to my own bank account, it felt good because I know I helped my country A BIT! hahah but while falling in line (not a short one I would say), then this guy slowly cut my line!  I was pissed but I don't want to make a fight (I felt more like a foreigner with people I used to seeing back home)...They would think I'm Singaporean because I look Chinese, some would stare as I speak Tagalog as if I had stepped into a forbidden realm...maybe it will always feel that way since I am Chinese living in the Philippines....back to the guy, I was meditating if I would scold him but after 2 minutes of debating in my mind...i came into a conclusion that I shouldn't bother...it will just waste my time, my effort and destroy my mood...I focused on other things...other things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-7870581087592292953?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7870581087592292953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=7870581087592292953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7870581087592292953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7870581087592292953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/tamed.html' title='Tamed?'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-7069124751235971813</id><published>2008-10-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:33:53.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Official Google Blog: What are you going to be for Halloween?</title><content type='html'>I am such a party pooper, I declined my friend's invitation yesterday to join a Halloween party in one of the bars in Clarke Quay.  I honestly didn't have a costume in mind that I can wear to feel the celebration.  I haven't had the opportunity to dress up as anything.  I do imagine myself wearing a school girl outfit but I don't think I can confidently carry it (I know it does not look scary at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think a lot of people would have the slightest idea what they should be wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-you-going-to-be-for-halloween.html#links"&gt;Official Google Blog: What are you going to be or Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will just let kids dress up next time.  They look cuter not scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-7069124751235971813?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7069124751235971813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=7069124751235971813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7069124751235971813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7069124751235971813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/official-google-blog-what-are-you-going.html' title='Official Google Blog: What are you going to be for Halloween?'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-4348883033967056038</id><published>2008-10-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:35:37.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current LSS'/><title type='text'>Stay Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The song grows on me..this one came from the episode I recently watched in One Tree Hill. I really don't know this band until now..but nevertheless...the song is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Honorary Title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are you not the slightest bit confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The speed at which we move blends so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Push your way on to me, entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stay away from me, stay away from me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Less you gonna see, less you gonna see me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To a song that's far less obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You using me, do it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Make it last until I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Trust me when I say just a few more weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Resist temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Or do you see fit, just choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Push your way on to me, entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stay away from me, stay away from me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Less you gonna see, less you gonna see me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To a song that's far less obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You using me, do it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Make it last until I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To a song that's far less obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You using me, do it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Make it last until I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To a song that's far less obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You using me, do it slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Make it last until I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stay away from, stay away from, stay away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stay away from, stay away from, stay away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stay away from, stay away from, stay away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-4348883033967056038?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4348883033967056038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=4348883033967056038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4348883033967056038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4348883033967056038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/stay-away.html' title='Stay Away'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-9111283420969452130</id><published>2008-10-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:51:52.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cartoons I miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2951462296_463bb2d763_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2951462296_463bb2d763_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back in the old days....was it so long ago??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember the time I was still excited over Cable as I surf through the channels until I felt sleepy already..there were so much to watch as my virgin eyes would capture as much new shows as I can.   There were dozens and dozens of new shows that I hate to  miss because of overlapping schedules..(Jem and the Holograms, Tintin, etc).   Then came those Anime which was action filled and the story line was more complicated...I watched them religiously.  Bombarded with so much new shows, the Disney cartoons I used to admire lost its charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not so long ago, I visited &lt;a href="http://www.chocobay.com/a-disney-affair/#more-153"&gt;Disneyland in Hongkong.&lt;/a&gt;.and boy I reminisced ardently...I remember being happy after watching a classic Disney movie before...the likes of a good old fairytale story really makes me dreamy.  Recently, my colleague bought us some paper clips with disney characters..I then remember Chip and Dale who were one of those lovable characters I enjoy watching.  Ever so cunning, these two would usually bully my favorite Donald Duck~!  I do wonder if children nowadays watch classic Disney films like Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast..they might not have the best graphics but still, they got the good old feeling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once a upon a time..&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7823551445991042515-9111283420969452130?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/9111283420969452130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=9111283420969452130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/9111283420969452130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/9111283420969452130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/cartoons-i-miss.html' title='Cartoons I miss'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5712226038622875345</id><published>2008-10-14T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:24:12.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Burn after Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2943773038_e78793df57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2943773038_e78793df57.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My cousin invited me yesterday to watch Burn after Reading for free care of  his company Lucasfilm (yey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to expect anything but by the looks of short article about Brad Pitt taking a comical role in this film, I wondered how good the story might be...(It's Brad Pitt!!!) My assumption was it must have been worth it to take this kind of Indie film seriously by actors such as George Cloonely and Brad Pitt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the actual feedback..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was a weird film..it was kind of dull in content but was funny enough to make me want to finish it.  It had been a long time since I had a hearty laugh (well, Entourage and How I met your mother also makes me laugh this hard)...While having dinner a while ago, I tried very hard to explain the storyline to my room mates..but I gave up and keep telling them the bottomline...(very spiderweb kind of interrelationships)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline might be pathetic but it made sense to me (in reality, some people do live in a nonsensical kind of life with hopeless complications)  It's a time off the seriousness of working too hard or too..dull (like me I must admit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me plan through my weekend..and maybe I might have those exciting days I'm always hoping for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-5712226038622875345?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5712226038622875345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5712226038622875345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5712226038622875345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5712226038622875345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/burn-after-reading.html' title='Burn after Reading'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2943773038_e78793df57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3768257436525488853</id><published>2008-10-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:52:15.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tripping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I remember to check some hotels we would be staying in Cambodia in my next adventure...I got to borrow the Lonely Planet Cambodia that I haven't had the chance to read yet. My usual travel buddies (R and B) are also that excited...I searched through various websites like &lt;a href="http://www.hotelscombined.com"&gt;Hotels combined&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.zuji.com/web/content/splash_index.html"&gt;Zuji&lt;/a&gt; so far, I saw a lot of cheap hotels we can book. I'm still debating if we should pamper ourselves or go on a backpacking trip. It's supposed to be a vacation, but I'm sure, I'll be very tired...no time to rest because of walking around. This is not my favorite task on planning for the trip so I'm so thankful that very efficient sites are available just a click here and there, no more the hassle of calling travel agents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last trip we had in Hongkong and Macau, we were able to book our hotel online!  So far, no problem yet though some &lt;a href="http://www.hotelscombined.com"&gt;sites &lt;/a&gt;do give out discounts so better check a lot of sites to see which ones are the cheapest.   The cheapest I remember which was very good was our hotel in Bangkok, called Grand Watergate hotel.  We used &lt;a href="http://www.asiarooms.com/thailand/bangkok/grand_watergate.html"&gt;Asiarooms &lt;/a&gt;for the previous booking.  The hotel has a very nice location plus nice ambiance in spite of really cheap hotel price!  If I remember correctly, it was around 40sgd for 2 nights already.  I got more money for shopping which made me happy!  I’ll be going back Bangkok next year for a quick stopover before going to Krabi...I’m sure I’ll recommend this place to stay.  Ekkk…still haven’t decided any hotel for the Krabi trip…hope it will be cheap so I can enjoy other things beside the bed.  Just hearing the waves can relax me already..I do prefer lounging outside the hotel to be able to explore.  Oh well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to blog hopping of travel sites...hope I can plan the trip smoothly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3768257436525488853?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3768257436525488853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3768257436525488853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3768257436525488853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3768257436525488853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/tripping.html' title='Tripping'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6752626619361104063</id><published>2008-10-04T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:33:10.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lazy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I watched series the whole day yesterday..such a lazy day right?  Anyway, I need to relax before I drain my brain again next week (I need to do a stupid SP report which I don't quite understand yet).  Anyway, we have a new colleague coming so I hope she can adjust well.  Soon, I'll be off in my work for a new start.  I didn't say I'll quit yet because I need to find another first.  I'm finding my pace, when I'm free I can go learn something new and maybe I can be confident in another round of job interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need exercise soon.  I think I'm getting fat! Ok...not that kind of fat but I want a flat abs.  I guess I eat too much tidbits or I usually sit a lot.  Wahhh!!! but my work is like that..grrr...I need a plan before next year.  I don't know if I should inform my parents that I'll be going Thailand again by Chinese New Year...They already feel I'm using up all my money here. I told them I still have!  I think I'll wait for the bonus I deserve before I leave...hopefully it's more than 1 month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited actually for my last trip of the year (going home for xmas is not counted).  I'm doing a Lara Croft end of November.  HAHA! Actually I don't have enough leave but I don't care...I'll think of a plan how to finish off my project then slip out of work for 2 days..if they repremand me, I'm fine. coz I'm quitting soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7823551445991042515-6752626619361104063?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6752626619361104063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6752626619361104063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6752626619361104063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6752626619361104063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy weekend'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-4534035102912901815</id><published>2008-09-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:25:23.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Great news from Dishwalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dishwalla.com/"&gt;Dishwalla&lt;/a&gt; is back after 3 years!  I hope they have some World Tour I can watch..hopefully here in Singapore!!!&lt;br /&gt;I came across this as I recall a song of their called Somewhere in the Middle...it's a bit sentimental if I tell how I love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way they sang it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope they'll have good new songs..I'm downloading their free album on their website now.  I'll listen to it later! Waahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-4534035102912901815?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4534035102912901815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=4534035102912901815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4534035102912901815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4534035102912901815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-news-from-dishwalla.html' title='Great news from Dishwalla'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5574010987972374232</id><published>2008-09-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:40:08.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Bad Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I currently here in Malaysia (some last minute project that I don't know how to do yet)...Oh well..I haven't had much sleep because we arrived at around 4am..and I could not sleep in the car! I keep turning and turning...but I could not find my place.  Anyway, we were suppose to check in YMCA unfortunately the only available rooms have no toilet inside...in short..we need to use common toilet!  So my boss decided we stay at our office for the meantime.  I wasn't able to sleep well because our cushion was just that of the sofa.  I slept for 3 hrs I think but it was not ok....I dreamt about ghosts...and it's quite scary that I was also praying while I was asleep to supposely keep the ghost away from me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I hope we will checking in a better hotel soon..I don't to sleep here again..I think this place has those bad spirits.  This is quite an secluded area.  This trip is quite hassle for me because I'm pressured to do my best about something I have no idea yet. I know I can do it but I don't know how high the expection of the client is..I just hope not that high..I only know so little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7823551445991042515-5574010987972374232?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5574010987972374232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5574010987972374232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5574010987972374232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5574010987972374232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-dream.html' title='Bad Dream'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-7177470903220603864</id><published>2008-09-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:07:22.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently have a habit of ranting about work and in so far that I remember, I just become irritated about some "people's" actions.  But nevertheless, I shrug most of them off and I think ranting was the outlet (sorry for my housemates who need to listen to me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a pimple which you notice one day, then it will grow slowly until you wonder if it was there in the first place.  A habit is hard to break...so easy to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make these things like a big part of me...I will try NOT to rant about work. I will try to appreciate the challenges that I would be taking..I will try to smile even though I think no one can help me at work.  It's not my life anyway. It would not matter a year after...I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I was browsing Friendster (which I rarely do because I prefer multiply/facebook), I get to see my crush's account.  He was quite fascinating before and up  to now...he still is.  I want to personally get to know him but heck..he's in Copenhagen! Waahh! Well..I'll just check his profile from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so...he's my inspiration...whenever I see him, I see a whole world ahead (a BIG world) so to speak...I want to see the world through his eyes...so now my wish is...to meet him one day and really be his friend haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-7177470903220603864?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7177470903220603864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=7177470903220603864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7177470903220603864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7177470903220603864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3935563150490195279</id><published>2008-09-06T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:40:43.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Dusk</title><content type='html'>I miss seeing the sky turn orange red...it's like the heavens are orchestrating how the sky would turn itself into a beauty.  I rarely see these happen here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hits me from time to time...I am not sure if it's just a mood kind of thing.  Maybe I stay late in the office for the longest time...maybe I need a break...or maybe...I just need to be back home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3935563150490195279?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3935563150490195279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3935563150490195279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3935563150490195279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3935563150490195279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/dusk.html' title='Dusk'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-8803179513756266467</id><published>2008-08-30T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:36:05.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current LSS'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>This is so beautiful.. soothing and romantic...sang by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL MESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;br /&gt;And lift him back up again&lt;br /&gt;You are strong but you're needy,&lt;br /&gt;Humble but you're greedy&lt;br /&gt;And based on your body language,&lt;br /&gt;And shouted cursive I've been reading&lt;br /&gt;Your style is quite selective,&lt;br /&gt;Though your mind is rather reckless&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it just suggests&lt;br /&gt;That this is just what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;br /&gt;And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction&lt;br /&gt;But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here we are, here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;br /&gt;Your comebacks they're quick&lt;br /&gt;And probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;There's no shame in being crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how you take these&lt;br /&gt;Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;br /&gt;And kind and courteous is a life I've heard&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause here we are, Here we are&lt;br /&gt;Here we are [x7]&lt;br /&gt;We're still here&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through timeless words, and priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly like birds, out of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And times they turn, and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But that's no concern when we're wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.&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/7823551445991042515-8803179513756266467?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8803179513756266467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=8803179513756266467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8803179513756266467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8803179513756266467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-mess.html' title='Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-2386638700052569906</id><published>2008-08-24T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:48:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsummer rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been raining for last 2 days here in Singapore.  When I look out the window, I see big drops of rain falling from a blanket of grey clouds...and I remember Manila.  A weird realization that I feel nostalgic whenever it rains, it's like I'm back in school that upon hearing the sound of rain outside half asleep, I am part blissful that the possibility of school being canceled is upon reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the difference here and back home is that it won't ever flood here because of their almost perfect water system.  Kudos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Starbucks Singapore had made my wish come true.  Read my story &lt;a href="http://www.chocobay.com/white-chocolate-mocha-starbucks/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to lazying around, I feel like...unexplainable.  Maybe next time.  I just want to rest...rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-2386638700052569906?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2386638700052569906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=2386638700052569906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2386638700052569906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2386638700052569906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/08/midsummer-rain.html' title='Midsummer rain'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3311773692868733616</id><published>2008-08-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:31:15.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be nasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've always been very patient with people...not just patient..I am very understanding.  I tend to put myself in other's shoes most of the time, analyzing and justifying their actions to make excuses for rude behavior.  My colleague once told me why I seem to be very calm and I don't seem to get angry at people even though they are at fault.  It made me think about how I am...am I that patient?  that kind??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I'm not ok, I know I get to be very very silent.  I have this look that says "don't mess with me now or else"...honestly I don't bite people, I just say insensitive things at that time and I wouldn't care for once.  But the after effect of these, I feel guilty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't like this reaction.  I want to get rid of feeling guilty most of the time...why should I be kind/nice to everyone??  Just last Friday, this girl barked at me on the phone without even reading my sms to her which I clearly stated SUNDAY not Friday for the venue of the restaurant for my friend's birthday.  I gave the phone to my other friend because I don't know why she was pissed on the phone.  I didn't say Hi to her when she came nor did I look at her.  I don't like people assuming then blaming people who are not at fault.  Unfortunately for her, I wouldn't care for her anymore nor will I try to be chummy.  I might not act nasty and pick a fight at you, but I keep these in my mind for quick reference on how I treat you.  I'll flash a fake smile when I meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty people don't deserve any good treatment.  Even our clients, there's this guy I think is gay who would usually bitch around but let me tell you, he is a BLUR! (a Singlish term)  He thinks people should understand him by context and assume things he said but heck, I want black and white because we don't want to be blamed in the end.  I felt bad my colleague was the one who got barked at...though in some parts, it was my fault.  Oh well, I won't stay that long anyway. So I'll listen but won't take it seriously.  So much for being accountable and responsible, it's overrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3311773692868733616?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3311773692868733616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3311773692868733616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3311773692868733616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3311773692868733616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-be-nasty.html' title='How to be nasty'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5514689035868636048</id><published>2008-07-22T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:38:43.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.schaelchli.ch/upload_script/upload/suenneli/bilder/coelho_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.schaelchli.ch/upload_script/upload/suenneli/bilder/coelho_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's the only one I truly admire. He's not a just an author, he is a messenger of the Universe.  Reading his books reminds me to go back on how I originally view the world.  This might sound new age, but I always get a feeling how mundane and frivolous everyday life can get, and I need to always regain some energy back into my spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you also feel that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I close my eyes and just imagine my favorite quotes being whispered to me as the gentle breeze playfully touch my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Do not try to explain feelings.  Live everything intensely and treasure what you feel as a gift from God.”   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:BIP;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"When you want something, the whole universe conspires to help you realize your desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:BIP;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you want something, the whole universe conspires to help you realize your desire." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At every moment of our lives, we have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It hurt when I lost each of the men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this world there is always one person waiting for another, be it in the middle of a desert or in the middle of a big city. And when those two people pass each other and their eyes meet, past and future lose all importance, and the only thing that exists is that moment and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun was written by the same hand, the hand that awakens love, and that makes a twin soul for everyone who works, rests and seeks treasures under the sun. Without this our human dreams would make no sense" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times I wonder how this moves me in a way I couldn't explain.  The soothing voice summons my soul to be strong in my pursuit for purpose and happiness despite struggles of knowing, identifying everything to fit living life.  I often stare out the windows and observe the surroundings with longing.  I see nature unfold its infinite beauty...it's mysterious, nostalgic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have this personal theory on inspiration.  Inspiration for me comes when I least expect it.  It pulls me to love what I will be doing in a crazy fervor.  It's ultimately different from being motivated.  I can easily motivate myself.  With gentle reminders of things to do here and there, I can blindly follow to finish tasks upon deadline.  Motivation pushes me to do things.  Inspiration pulls me like gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, this doesn't always happen.  I am still waiting for inspiration to come to me and stay.  Maybe with that, I can create something worth sharing to the world.  Just like Paulo Coelho, as how he is to the world, a burst of inspiration for wanderers of life.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-5514689035868636048?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5514689035868636048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5514689035868636048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5514689035868636048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5514689035868636048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/07/paulo-coelho.html' title='Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-7848161903941124213</id><published>2008-07-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:41:22.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Unsatisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking about quitting my job.  I don't hate it if the system is great and my boss would urge me to think that I'm doing this to help our clients.  But they don't care, they only care about money and I hate that!  Why should I care if they don't.  I know I have this weird system in me...probably if they give me a huge pay increment, that would motivate me to swallow my dreams but I doubt!  They're actually earning more because I'm there (yea...I'm being paid less because I'm a foreigner and a fresh grad to top that).  They take me for granted and I can't wait to give my letter of resignation and see the look on their faces.  Seriously, I didn't feel that before because I care for each project I handle.  They didn't acknowledge how good or bad I'm doing and with that, I feel like I'm a robot doing some kind of routine for them.  It's not a healthy feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may treat me well personally...but I don't feel any growth at all...I want to quit.  I want CHANGE.  Hopefully my PR application will be faster.  I dread that I have to face all the crap before I can go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-7848161903941124213?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7848161903941124213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=7848161903941124213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7848161903941124213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7848161903941124213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/07/unsatisfied.html' title='Unsatisfied'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6327471632595205392</id><published>2008-06-30T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:17:32.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2624057493_dcdfc530a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2624057493_dcdfc530a7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watched the beach and heard the waves some time ago..in some place where it seems so sad (Desaru Malaysia)...I never experienced that in the Philippines...because everyone has this happy aura with them back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I usually have this soothing feeling whenever I'm near the open sea..it suddenly feels like I'm just an insignificant speck in the vast universe/world.  I always wanted to fulfill something bigger than myself but I haven't found it.  Guess I envy other people when they say they found their calling/mission in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working more for me is not a purpose but only a way to earn money...traveling for me is a way to satisfy my curiosity and adventurous spirit, I have no talent, no unusual skill I can contribute to the world..so I often feel small.&lt;br /&gt;I have this itching feeling of being useless (not really about myself to my work/personal life) but more on my purpose in this world.  Am I weird?  I see a big whole rather than just mind my own life.  I can' t even openly tell that to people because they would think of me as weird/bizarre.  So normally, people can go on with their life just minding their own progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to be born, we get to eat, walk, laugh, be fed up, watch nonsense, get married, have kids, have problems, buy a house, buy cars, buy expensive good then what?? Die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people have Faith to turn to in times like this but maybe it isn't for me yet.  Let's see a few years from now....maybe I can find my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-6327471632595205392?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6327471632595205392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6327471632595205392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6327471632595205392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6327471632595205392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/06/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2624057493_dcdfc530a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6783389250516242858</id><published>2008-06-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:06:01.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Buffet Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2620300638_cf2ef4fbbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2620300638_cf2ef4fbbf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know someone who enjoys eating buffets.  There's really nothing wrong with enjoying the variety of food which it seems that you get some value for your money with these choices.  However, I just wonder why he prefer that with everything else.  Well maybe because I don't have a big appetite even if I want to, maybe for them eating juicy slacks of tenderloin steak or plateful of sashimi equates to epicurean enjoyment of food.  With so many choices, I think it does look like value for money for people who loves to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder....Is the pleasure from eating one type of dish less than feeling full after excessively satisfying your appetite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different strokes for different folks &lt;/span&gt;so I stop myself from commenting how weird it seems for me how one can schedule buffet meals during weekends.  I'd rather travel, learn and enjoy our cultures than munch on same type of food every week (anyway, that food won't even last inside my body and from my memory span, the impression of the taste will probably last around 2 weeks..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the choices, maybe all we need is one perfect dish which will linger in our memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-6783389250516242858?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6783389250516242858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6783389250516242858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6783389250516242858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6783389250516242858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/06/buffet-mentality.html' title='Buffet Mentality'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2620300638_cf2ef4fbbf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3465959314775602236</id><published>2008-06-16T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:13:34.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mac lovin this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2620304322_31e44321a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2620304322_31e44321a1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yea! I got to buy my own laptop (well, first time for me to buy something really expensive by myself)..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MACBOOK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this is a spontaneous decision since my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Powerbook G4 &lt;/span&gt;crashed for the second time, I think it was a sign to buy the new one I'm dying to buy for so long.  So now I'm literally in debt for the next 12 months.  Of course, I could have paid straight without carrying the burden of constantly reminding myself to save up but then again, how can I resist the 0% interest, additional costs absorbed by that store.  Well, I got my value for money.  Now, it's up to me to control myself.  I'm being spontaneous sometimes...at worst times..I want so many things now!  That's why I don't like visiting malls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had this contract with myself to save up by researching on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;investments&lt;/span&gt;.  I now hold the responsibility to research this.  (I need some form of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carrot&lt;/span&gt;" so that I can concentrate).  I'm too excited with my new computer that I end up wasting a lot of time on it.  I haven't installed the few goodies I'm waiting for the longest time to use.. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOSHOP&lt;/span&gt;!)  Now, I should be motivated to update my blogs more often!  I want to buy a new camera..(the irony of being in a camera business is that I couldn't really beg my dad to give me a new camera because he would argue it will soon be replaced by a new model, thus leaving me unsatisfied for the most part).  I want the latest but I also want the classic.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IXUS VS DSLR&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of killing my savings for the month.  I still have to pay a huge amount of credit card bill....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3465959314775602236?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3465959314775602236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3465959314775602236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3465959314775602236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3465959314775602236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/06/mac-lovin-this.html' title='Mac lovin this!'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2620304322_31e44321a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-4557088311390719371</id><published>2008-06-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:46:03.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.outblush.com/women/images/2007/03/smashbox-oglow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.outblush.com/women/images/2007/03/smashbox-oglow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm really drooling for this blush! Tried it from my friend who visited here from Cebu.  Fantastic blush!  But not available in Singapore..Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never a fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smashbox &lt;/span&gt;since I find it too expensive but heck..can't believe there is such a thing. Imagine being called an "intuitive blush", it highlights your natural blush color..coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be in my wishlist for now..I'm itching to buy this when I get to visit Hongkong soon! (Waah..August seems too far away!)  Patience...patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to plan for my Macau-HK trip soon..another budget trip but loads of shopping!  I'm aiming to buy dresses (my goal this time is to look girly for a change!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, I was in G2000 with my friend Berns..well, I saw a lady trying a dress on and how I envy her that she looked so sophisticated without trying too hard.  I see a lot of "ladies" around Raffles and I envy them.  &lt;br /&gt;I opt to change my style into a chic classic.  Down with being so casual all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-4557088311390719371?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4557088311390719371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=4557088311390719371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4557088311390719371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4557088311390719371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/06/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-4623785790618312513</id><published>2008-05-29T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:54:37.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Peculiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2533823424_e815862640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2533823424_e815862640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had to make sure I have the evidence before proclaiming something that sounds so unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTS &lt;/span&gt;IN OUR HOUSE ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE..for reasons I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would always leave a bit of water on my mug every morning.  Whenever I go back home, I would see ants swimming inside...I really wonder why..is the water here in Singapore sweet? Or are they starving in our house that they couldn't take it anymore thus resulting to mass suicide every time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-4623785790618312513?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4623785790618312513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=4623785790618312513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4623785790618312513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4623785790618312513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/05/peculiar.html' title='Peculiar'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3189/2533823424_e815862640_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-734821175782181396</id><published>2008-05-21T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:41:12.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veron&lt;/span&gt; has tagged me for this, so I'm just going to answer (maybe it'll make me look interestingly weird!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random 10 about me:&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like routines&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have this nauseating feeling whenever I get the feeling I'm like the guy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Groundhog's Day&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't stand routines! So I counteract by doing something different everyday like choosing a different path to go to work, changing my perfume daily, eat something different for lunch etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love multi-tasking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I adore doing things simultaneously (though it might seem that I always spread myself thin thus not excelling at all).  I think my attention can last for 3-4 minutes per thought.  I usually surf, chat, listen to music, work at the same time.  And so I love Mac's F9 function!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dream incessantly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I dream everyday (do we all!) but I can always remember my dreams if I want to.  That's why sometimes it feels like I never slept at all! grrr!  Top this with daydreaming and imagining a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't live without music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an exageration however whenever I'm alone, I prefer listening to my Ipod. I almost listen to music 24/7.  While I'm working, I listen to my ipod all the time (good thing I don't need to talk w/ anyone else while working)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a wallflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some people don't believe this, but naturally I'm a wallflower.  I like being in the background.  I don't like speaking most of the time, I like listening to people more. Even when commuting, I would go to the last part of the MRT where I know few people go in..maybe this is the not the characteristics of a wallflower, but I think so hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travel is my most expensive hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think travel is my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prozac&lt;/span&gt;"..I plan beforehand and enjoy every bit of adventure my friends &amp;amp; I have...may it be going to some wild Patpong adventure in Bangkok or food trips in Cebu.  I know this is killing my savings account but heck! we can't be forever young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I doodle a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold a pen/pencil and paper, I can't help but doodle!  It feels like an impulse, even if I'm in an important meeting, I would draw/doodle something while listening.  Hope they won't find it disrespectful, I just can't help it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am forgetful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually I am not exaggerating.  I have a hard time recalling things that happened already especially when it's not documented by photographs.  I need pictures to remember!  It's all a blur in me...it's like I scavenging memories from a very deep basin of hodgepodge nerve cells.  My poor memory can cause me to look at people with a questioning look whenever we reminisce old times..Sorry.  I don't mean this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lazybone=efficiency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some people see me as lazy..I don't deny this.  But I guess being lazy has perks.  I tend to think of ways to do things faster.  I think of efficient ways to save time (or have more time bumming around) ha!  I actually teach people how to do things faster...I get irritated if they do "long cut" versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I strive to be creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I still think being creative is uber cool! if you create something, you enjoy how people seem to get inspired by your creation.  And that is fantastic! Well, I wish I have that talent...maybe I can force it? ughh....how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahh..I really have a hard time collecting 10 facts about myself.  I never see each of these traits as unique on its own..I guess if you mix this all up...it equates to being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-734821175782181396?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/734821175782181396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=734821175782181396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/734821175782181396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/734821175782181396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-7394793268684251058</id><published>2008-05-10T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:23:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.china-8.com/schools/chinese/photo/takeshi_kaneshiro_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.china-8.com/schools/chinese/photo/takeshi_kaneshiro_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can really be a fanatic!  I remember watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Takeshi Kaneshiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in his movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chungking Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  I'm not really an art film fan because when you watch the movie, you might mistake it for an art film (directed by Wong Kar Wai who wouldn't wonder).  As an actor, he didn't just play the character, he became the character!  The depth he portrayed made me wonder if he absorbed it to much that he lived it after all that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I sound so smitten right?? Well, maybe I am.  I love to know someone like him.  I came across his old diary website which he doesn't update anymore but was translated by a fan.  I have this notion that actors are just shallow people who can mimic characters written so I was surprise he wasn't as vain as people will assume he is.  He showed how he is also same as us...wondering, thinking.  I think he can be a great writer if he can put his thoughts in writing. &lt;br /&gt;You can take a look at &lt;a href="http://tkdiary.freeshell.org/index-e.html"&gt;his site&lt;/a&gt; that was translated from Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-7394793268684251058?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7394793268684251058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=7394793268684251058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7394793268684251058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7394793268684251058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/05/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-8923235766267027864</id><published>2008-05-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:19:51.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2463593087_e8bd5de76c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2463593087_e8bd5de76c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Robert Downy Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in his movie Heart and Soul and loved his humor since then.  Surprisingly, he proved himself versatile after all these years.  He was the perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tony Stark!  &lt;/span&gt;Just like Christian Bale as a perfect Batman!  The story was realistic.  I don't quite know the real story as one told in comic books.  I like the special effects plus he looks so intelligent making such a machine in a cave!  Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie reminds me of another favorite, Transformers.  Robert really brought his humor in this movie, thus making his character charming in all aspects.  I don't know if this will have another part 2 but at the end of the credits, there's this thing about SHIELD and something about AVENGERS.  Can't wait for the next one.  By the way, I don't like Gwenneth as Pepper. She looks..older now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-8923235766267027864?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8923235766267027864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=8923235766267027864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8923235766267027864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8923235766267027864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man.html' title='Iron Man'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2463593087_e8bd5de76c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3398581713959064736</id><published>2008-04-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:01:48.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Indulge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/2433006047_df4686c337_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/2433006047_df4686c337_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did notice how I start to love giving myself something to indulge upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The word&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; indulgence &lt;/span&gt;has a negative connotation to me because I remember what we studied in history before.  Indulgence was an act or remission the Roman Catholic Church would grant to devote sinners who want their sins to be "forgiven" which is more on bribing in the Middle ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indulge&lt;/span&gt;.  People say you should pamper yourself once in a while.  Eating your favorite ice cream, or just eating out to try some expensive restaurant for a change.  This is indulgence nowadays.  Well, it is my first time to earn money full time while working for someone. Thus, I get to be excited whenever it's nearing salary period (which is once again few days from now, yey!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm starting to think about what to buy for myself next month, but then again, we'll be going to Cebu to surprise my friend on her birthday.  When will I be able to save enough money to invest! (oh no!  am I running out of time?)  Hmm...being indulgent has a thin line between being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;materialistic&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm really a practical person come to think of it.  I weigh the pro's and con's of buying something expensive to see if it's worth it.  I'm not used to shopping in branded stores nor knowing the difference of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LV monogram&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speedy&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm a cheapstake person...but I love buying more out of my hard earned money!   Even eating out here in Singapore, we would always try to budget our weekend treat to less than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20sgd&lt;/span&gt; a meal!  I don't like shelling out money for expensive food, because I would rather save them to buy something I can use for a long time.  (Then, I imagine my mom nagging me to eat healthy food so I won't regret about my health after all this...true..but..still..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess though, the indulgence I see myself not regretting at all is traveling!  Already booked a trip to Macau this Aug!  I'll be lurking over travel blogs soon to see what adventure we'll plan there!   Need to save for Cambodia this October...ticktock..do I still have a long way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3398581713959064736?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3398581713959064736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3398581713959064736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3398581713959064736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3398581713959064736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/04/indulge.html' title='Indulge'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/2433006047_df4686c337_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-8646669891760602235</id><published>2008-04-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:39:37.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary expenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's something I need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rant&lt;/span&gt; about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, we just moved in our new house also around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toa Payoh &lt;/span&gt;(the residential area I grew to love) but there are lot of hassles.  How I miss having guy friends around to help us!  Imagine...we went back and forth, carrying luggages going down the flight of stairs (from 3rd floor).  I was really nervous that my luggage might break cause I was literally dragging it down ( I couldn't carry the 20+ kg luggage plus a whole lot of paperbags!)  And so, we hailed taxis back and forth to save money supposedly but heck...it was darn tiring!  Could have hired a Lorry which might save the trouble of going back and forth plus big guys helping us move! Yikes...talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ineffeciency&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Friday, we had to hire a helper to clean out the cabinets in our kitchen which was full of frivolous things of our landlady but we need some space so we decided to let someone move them cause there's so much to clean after.  We didn't have enough place to keep our food!  The maid was very talkative..she charges &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10sgd per hour&lt;/span&gt; which was fine with us (took her 3 hours to finish which I think because he talks too much)...however at the end, we didn't realize she broke the toilet flush!  We couldn't say she need to pay up for it since we discovered it at the later part already.  I hated the fact that we were googling the dual flush system on a Friday night just to figure out how to connect the tube that was disconnected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr...still we couldn't figure it out so we called up a plumber the very next day. He quoted that the fee would probably be around 45-60sgd.  He was really fast in coming also not yet 5 minutes, he finished the task already!  And he charged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60sgd f&lt;/span&gt;or connecting a tube!!! What the!??!?! I mean..stupid marketing trick is saying the lower price but charging a higher one after the service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy it!  It's really bugging me how we spend so much on something that wasn't supposed to be.  Could have eaten buffet somewhere with that money!  We always think how we can save living here in Singapore but in the end get ripped off by some people....really really really....argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-8646669891760602235?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8646669891760602235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=8646669891760602235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8646669891760602235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8646669891760602235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/04/unnecessary-expenses.html' title='Unnecessary expenses'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-8874950643035555853</id><published>2008-03-25T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:01:01.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Chatuchak paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2360904560_a2657b522e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2360904560_a2657b522e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chatuchak&lt;/span&gt; is the famous flea market in Bangkok.  Known for it's wide variety of items, the weekend market can really shock a first timer. I love flea market or 'tiangge' in my native language.  I love haggling but to some extent only.  I'm not usually the stingy buyer, I would haggle reasonably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chatuchak however, I wasn't able to haggle much cause they already gave a reasonable price. If you buy more, they'll give you bigger discounts (unfortunately, I bought one here and there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed seeing a whole lot without much repetition so I love to come back soon! I saw art pieces I wanted to take home but they're huge!  I want one for my room back home...I'm itching to decorate long ago but I never saw the perfect showcase until the ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to get more stuff.  Imagine buying shirts for 150 baht while dress costs around 200 baht.  It's really cheap and I love it!  I also saw cute puppies! But I wish I can buy and take care of them all unfortunately I quit raising dogs until I can honestly give them some TLC (tender loving care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back!!!  Let me gather more money and deprive myself of shopping here in Singapore so that I can shop all out in Chatuchak maybe mid year!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-8874950643035555853?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8874950643035555853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=8874950643035555853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8874950643035555853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8874950643035555853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/03/chatuchak-paradise.html' title='Chatuchak paradise'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2360904560_a2657b522e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5262999962724575593</id><published>2008-03-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:02:56.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2337807214_c72fe72340_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2337807214_c72fe72340_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I saw this book long before but I was hesitant because it looks like a book about war in the Middle East.  I bought this book as a gift for my room mate because I saw a lot of reviews that it is good.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; which was written by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt; is surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The story revolves around two childhood friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amir &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt;.  At first, I had a lot of questions on my mind that I didn't get why the two boys have a different lifestyle.  I don't have any background about Middle East, the culture etc.  But the book showed a bit of interesting things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Somehow, the author described the exact feelings and amazingly you can put yourself in their shoes.  It was sad...and you also well up when things go wrong and you ask yourself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can this really happen in real life?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't want to spoil the story but one instance I remember, when Amir was describing how he felt whenever Hassan is in the same room with him...he feels that the oxygen inside the room is slowing depleting.  A good way to descibre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't like how it ended but it goes to show that you don't always have the chance to say you are sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I like the first part of the book but was disappointed on how it ended.  It was like a movie type finish.  But still, if it didn't end that way, then it would probably be cliche-ish.  I watched the film version and I must say, I like the book much better.  The actors didn't do well portraying the emotions the character in the book felt.  It was bland for me.  But at least I got a peek of the culture and also the actual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kite flying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this is a great book!  Four out of five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-5262999962724575593?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5262999962724575593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5262999962724575593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5262999962724575593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5262999962724575593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/03/kite-runner.html' title='Kite Runner'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2337807214_c72fe72340_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6594843003635649598</id><published>2008-03-13T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:01:47.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste of'/><title type='text'>Bangkok: Spice your tongue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SPICY, everything SPICY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the impression Bangkok left me everytime I visit this place.  I love green curry and hate that my stomach gets weird whenever I eat spicy!  But I couldn't resist trying these in Bangkok...I dared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best Padthai &lt;/span&gt;we tried is served at a small cafeteria inside a busy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chatuchak &lt;/span&gt;market.  Since we were famished after a whole morning of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ordered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Yam &lt;/span&gt;which was quite nice but still very spicy for my taste.  Good thing I can just try a bit cause we ordered for the 4 of us.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2327998465_3429c36059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2327998465_3429c36059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this salad made my friend, who is a avid spicy eater say: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I give up!"  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to eat more, but my lips are burning already plus it was starting to get numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2328818066_ee54264306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 165px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2328818066_ee54264306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FAVORITE DESSERT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2328818276_220f9f9abf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2328818276_220f9f9abf_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sticky Mango Rice&lt;/span&gt; ..this is by far the best local dessert I tried in Bangkok.  The mango tastes so fresh and the sticky rice mushed with coconut milk...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I regretting we only shared one order along the streets of Khaosan.  We also tried street food like some noodles they cook right in front of you.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2277/2330084629_c29415232f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2277/2330084629_c29415232f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad time wasn't enough to discover the must-try's of Bangkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-6594843003635649598?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6594843003635649598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6594843003635649598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6594843003635649598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6594843003635649598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/03/bangkok-spice-your-tongue.html' title='Bangkok: Spice your tongue!'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2327998465_3429c36059_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3883702551195308316</id><published>2008-03-09T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T04:59:52.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel adventures'/><title type='text'>Ayutthaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/2324005508_a7cf516d09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 234px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/2324005508_a7cf516d09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayutthaya&lt;/span&gt; is one of ancient ruins located an hour away from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;  I'm not quite familiar with the history of Thailand but I read in Wikipedia that Ayutthaya was once a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kingdom&lt;/span&gt;.  When the Burmese invaded the Ayutthaya, they destroyed almost all of the kingdom thus this sad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2324006240_f7fd820e4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2324006240_f7fd820e4a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were also a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buddha(s)&lt;/span&gt; beheaded as I feel it was a sort of disrepectful act they can do to the kingdom as Buddhism was already an official religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one Buddha head among the roots of a very old and large tree.  Tourist like me even have to almost kneel to take a picture as a sign of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2323552626_53463120cd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2323552626_53463120cd_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2323552020_814f8c1903_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2323552020_814f8c1903_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is quite an amazing experience though it was very hot that day.  In my mind, I already imagine how this place looked like hundreds of years before.  Sad that it was destroyed...present day people like us couldn't enjoy the splendor and artistry of ancient people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2322732105_6c7e92bc41_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 325px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2322732105_6c7e92bc41_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3883702551195308316?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3883702551195308316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3883702551195308316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3883702551195308316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3883702551195308316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/03/ayutthaya.html' title='Ayutthaya'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/2324005508_a7cf516d09_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-9146890170758116097</id><published>2008-02-10T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:01:44.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel adventures'/><title type='text'>Sights of Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok &lt;/span&gt;trip was a blast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The scorging heat didn't stop us in enjoying the unique structures of Bangkok. During our first day, we were able to explore places near our hotel plus take their skytrain. But this was our first and last because the next few days, we just rode the taxi instead (Cause it's more value for money!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi in Bangkok are colorful, not the usual yellow cab which is interesting. Our first stop was a mall! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MBK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siam Center&lt;/span&gt; (which is the heart of their shopping district for branded ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2214/2315590097_e23d5947f4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 170px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2214/2315590097_e23d5947f4_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to visit the usual tourist places like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Palace&lt;/span&gt;.  The golden structures helped in brightening the place as well as making us feel like we're in an oven!  Also, there are strict rules regarding clothing when entering this place, it demands &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;, I think it is acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2365/2315967428_7f79e9c650_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2365/2315967428_7f79e9c650_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2315967434_ff8fbc0432_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2315967434_ff8fbc0432_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/2315967448_5110d99bbf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/2315967448_5110d99bbf_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also went to see different &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wat(s),&lt;/span&gt; their word for "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temple&lt;/span&gt;" in Thailand.  As Buddhism is the main religion, people gather there to pay respects.  We went to see the famous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golden Budhha&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wat Pho.&lt;/span&gt; We were stuck inside this building since we had to take cover from the hard rain that striked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2019/2315967438_62ef974479_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2019/2315967438_62ef974479_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2315236423_ca188a87ee_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2315236423_ca188a87ee_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were inside, we tried this cool  coin dropping thing inside the temple. I wasn't able to find the meaning of this, but we just followed people and made a wish while dropping several coins.  I hope it was for good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2315236427_dbcf08fcc6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2315236427_dbcf08fcc6_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adventure didn't stop from here! I'll gather my thoughts first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-9146890170758116097?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/9146890170758116097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=9146890170758116097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/9146890170758116097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/9146890170758116097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/02/sights-of-bangkok.html' title='Sights of Bangkok'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2214/2315590097_e23d5947f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5772040216923602331</id><published>2008-01-26T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:55:48.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Sense in..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you ever feel that sometimes, you wish things will just stay as it is? When you're having fun, it's always as if it is so ephermeral.  You would want to grasp the moments by your side and wish you can absorb the feeling and somehow when time passes by, you can just bring it back instantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm planning for different vacation leaves.  And though I know, it will definitely bore a hole in my pocket, I still want to go.  I want to be in that state where I can't think about other things that will make me wish life can be easier.  I'm not melancholic nor depress, but sometimes, I do feel very empty.  It might seem that all my philosophy in life have this selfish thought of wanting to be happy for myself.  Is it human nature.....to be selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want many things in life...But last Sunday Mass made me realize something (it has been a long time since I attended one) After the mass, there was a lady who spoke about her missionary work in the Philippines (it wasn't really new anymore since it's my hometown).  But what really bothered me is that why can't I be selfless like her?  I mean, volunteering your time and efforts but not feeling the burden of it.  I did went to several charity works for my college organization and also some subject requirements, I don't feel so passionate about it though.  Is it because we are often thinking we haven't reached our own eternal joy/ bliss so you can't give this to other people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually envy her...she found joy in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my own calling.  Maybe one day, I can be selfless.  I sometimes ask my friends if I'm good...Good is relative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make other feel better, am I good?  If I treat everyone fair, am I good?  If I give alms to the poor, am I good?  If I am friendly with everyone, am I good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time, I would be able to know the answer.  Just like the song, "Some day you'll know".  Problem is, I want to know now! Oh well......Patience is virtue.&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/7823551445991042515-5772040216923602331?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5772040216923602331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5772040216923602331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5772040216923602331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5772040216923602331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/01/sense-in.html' title='Sense in..'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-564936304559062524</id><published>2008-01-15T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:40:10.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>Something about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, this is a game my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://mysummersolstice.com/2008/01/14/this-time-ill-say-something-bout-you/#comments"&gt;Soph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; posted in her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are the questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. I’ll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 2. I’ll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 3. I’ll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 4. I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 7. I’ll ask you something that I’ve always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. You are so Korean :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 2. Sassy Girl. Kelangan pa ba imemorize yan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://mysummersolstice.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 3. Chocolate! Guess why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 4. Players only love you when they’re playin` yeah ( Dreams )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 5. Getting flustered over some boy who teased you while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; we were having our prayer before class ( remember who ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 6. Rabbit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://mysummersolstice.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 7. WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually fun learning other's perspective about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-564936304559062524?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/564936304559062524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=564936304559062524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/564936304559062524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/564936304559062524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-about-me.html' title='Something about me'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-1343024712514483300</id><published>2007-12-25T07:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T07:56:51.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Strange habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My love for solitude hits me from time to time..Right now, I was left alone in the company of myself in this supposed festive season.  Honestly, this doesn't bother me at all.  It doesn't really scare or bore me but rather it is the time that forces me to think, daydream or lay around staring at the ceiling.  Though this might sound so anti-social, I think otherwise.  When you work, you don't really think about your life..more on your work and what needs to be done to improve your performance.  You find a way to immerse yourself in the workplace and mingle with officemates.  With friends, you tend to talk about anything under the sun, gossip around with the latest news on people, their relationship, family, work etc.  You can also talk about what happened in the day and how embarrassing that happened on the street. With family, you talk about business, relatives, stuff at home, siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I would like to go up my favorite place in our building.  It's up the roof deck where the water tanks are.  I make up excuses to get up there (most of the time, I tell my mom or dad that I'll be brisk walking back and fort to keep myself fit) but I would be indulging in the company of my thoughts.  If it wouldn't look so weird, I would have placed a mini lounge area at our roof desk.  I love looking up in the sky and staring at the stars infinitely.  I feel at peace whenever I look at the city skyline.  It just felt like I'm just this small person in the vast universe that whatever that happened to me is just part of the act/play of the universe.  I feel the connection to the world which sounds new age to other people.  I just love to think about things...life...people..earth...vague ideas.  I would be with my Ipod , listening to meaningful songs to drown out other sounds...it just feels private...the songs seem like speaking to me with secret language that can only be felt by those who understands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my personal secrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-1343024712514483300?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1343024712514483300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=1343024712514483300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1343024712514483300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1343024712514483300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/12/strange-habit.html' title='Strange habit'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-4671677662586638434</id><published>2007-12-12T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:50:15.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current LSS'/><title type='text'>Lovely (center of my universe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by: Michelle Tumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the sweet dreams that soothe me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  When I can't fall asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the field in the middle of the city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  When I'm rushing by at the speed of light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the strong resolution when I find no peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the church bells ringing in the evening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  When all is quiet You whisper comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  That lifts my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I get so weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Ooh You're lovely, lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the center of my universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  A thousand times I look around me and I find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Ooh You're lovely, lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the center of my universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  A million ways could not explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the soft words that touch me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  When I just can't speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the breeze on the ocean in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Reminding me to greet the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  You're the flowers I remember seeing in Italy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Colors through a golden haze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Bright and radiant, soft and fragrant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  In the noon day sun, it makes me sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I understand there may be grief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  And there may be pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  But I'm aware You blind the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  With Who You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Because... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-4671677662586638434?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4671677662586638434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=4671677662586638434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4671677662586638434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4671677662586638434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovely-center-of-my-universe.html' title='Lovely (center of my universe)'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6640194542810208825</id><published>2007-12-05T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:41:55.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Xmas around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was still young, few months before Christmas, I would already feel the season in the air.  and while years pass by, the excitement seems to drain out of body.  It's not the usual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas feeling&lt;/span&gt; I love.&lt;br /&gt;Does getting older puts out the magic of the season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already December but still...there's no holiday spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's no gifts to look forward to? Or festive food to eat (lechon? BBQ?) Argh..i miss the feeling...I miss being young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, I think I drank coffee..and I got so anxious! I'm not immune to coffee anymore...waaaahhh...what's with my system??  Confusing...it's not stable anymore.  I just discovered that my stomach isn't having agreements with curry anymore but what about the one I love?? GREEN CURRY! But last time I ate in China...I was fine!  I think the Indian curry made my stomach confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a wishlist for XMAS..even though I'm not really feeling it:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IPHONE&lt;/span&gt; --I know my phone now sucks big time (nokia 6230), though I'm not ashamed by this..I still wish for better things..I must be ready to get used to not having a keypad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MACBOOK---&lt;/span&gt;Ok no doubt I'm an Apple fan...so put this on my list..My g4 hard drive crashed..and now I'm just using my company's laptop..I miss my old one huhu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFUME&lt;/span&gt;---I'm spotting for a new perfume..still undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIEHL'S LIP BALM TINT&lt;/span&gt; -- I'm eyeing this as a gift for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNOW -&lt;/span&gt;I want to see snowflakes again.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-6640194542810208825?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6640194542810208825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6640194542810208825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6640194542810208825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6640194542810208825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-around-corner.html' title='Xmas around the corner'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-8935793094829300694</id><published>2007-11-19T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:53:16.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Resonating poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(55, 93, 87);"&gt;If You Forget Me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;       I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know how this is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if I touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;near the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;were little boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you forget me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;do not look for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the wind of banners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that on that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at that hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to seek another land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;each hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if each day a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;without leaving mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-8935793094829300694?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8935793094829300694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=8935793094829300694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8935793094829300694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8935793094829300694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/11/resonating-poem.html' title='Resonating poem'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3659681761969664058</id><published>2007-11-15T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T02:12:22.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t stand routines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have this hatred with the ‘systems’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve always want a flexible everything...but of course, it is not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends say I have this tendency to shift attentions instantly…and they equate me into a perfect specimen of an ADD person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I would really ask them if they do what I like to do…For example….I love to have multiple open websites to check all at the same time (that’s why I love MAC laptop...I just press F9 and all the windows will appear and I only have to choose what I want among them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like to message a lot of people at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can also listen to music while reading a book or doing a report (I actually prefer this because I won’t get bored at all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So focus is a problem to me…hmm...some people will diagnose me as a person who wouldn’t know how finish tasks but I think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I’m not really a ‘typical’…maybe some negative traits for others are positive in my case….Subjective is always safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I try to focus on one poem to practice the art of meditation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made this into my wallpaper…I got it from my friend as he lent this poem for his close friend who’s getting married (I added Van Gogh's Masterpiece):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2031754758_359f88d9ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 307px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2031754758_359f88d9ac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Beautiful isn't it?  It's rather interesting to relate abstract notions into a more abstract (descriptive) approach.  There's something vague that becomes beautiful...you get to feel the poem....feel the words rather than understand them..and I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3659681761969664058?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3659681761969664058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3659681761969664058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3659681761969664058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3659681761969664058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-stand-routines-i-have-this.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2031754758_359f88d9ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-8697265525090169669</id><published>2007-10-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:25:04.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>Random survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been tagged by my good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.mysummersolstice.com"&gt;Soph &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so I have no choice but to answer (obviously to kill time)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Name one person who made you laugh last night?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 0800?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What happened to you in 2006?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to Beijing to study, also went in Boracay with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you said out loud? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many beverages did you have today?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruit shake and water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have none, the effect of curly messy hair ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you paid for?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where were you last night?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at home, watching series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is your front door? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your change? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s the weather like today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor?   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What excites you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traveling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want to cut your hair? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still thinking about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you over the age of 25? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you talk a lot? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't but I think a lot haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you know anyone named Steven?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend's HR manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you make up your own words? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rarely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a jealous person?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think I can be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who’s the first person on your received call list? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What does the last text message you received say? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some advisory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you chew on your straw? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have curly hair?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where’s the next place you’re going to? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who’s the rudest person in your life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Will you get married in the future? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ratatouille, Ever After, Pan's Labyrinth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is there anyone you like right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When was the last time you did the dishes? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you currently depressed? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Did you cry today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, why would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Why did you answer and post this? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For sophie hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this ends here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-8697265525090169669?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8697265525090169669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=8697265525090169669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8697265525090169669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/8697265525090169669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-survey.html' title='Random survey'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-4536068478905093810</id><published>2007-10-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:54:25.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Social Norms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are some things that control us and it is unbearable to see how we notice it yet we seem to let it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rule over &lt;/span&gt;us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;I know how interconnected people are and we have our own opinions but sometimes these opinions get to us and we get bothered by other's judgment.   I admit, I still get bothered but I learn to cope by being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numb.&lt;/span&gt;  But you see... by adjusting this way, I become something I shouldn't be.  Learning this kind of coping mechanism, I deviate from being the caring person that I know I am..all the "good" qualities I know I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do people know the limits of these negative patterns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this BIG separation between my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ideal&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;.  I want to be ideal but some part of me thinks that I'm being naive and impractical.  People will talk..people make comments that can hurt sensitive folks.  Ideal "me" is I think, the natural self my soul wants to portray...but how can I be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; in this world full of logic and judgment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like social norms.  I don't like following so many traditions that it makes no sense anymore.  I don't like to show people how worthy I am to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even we, ourselves, make our own limitations.  So how do we stop?  When do we get to step back and reassess our lives?  I believe in doing it everyday, I don't want to wait for some quarter-life crisis or mid life crisis to take effect in the natural flow of human development before I get to realize how I can be so much more than what I even just think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not an extremist who wants to be different all the time. Being special is not really my goal in life, I just want to know how much potential I can get out of my own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm partly a hypocrite... I keep ranting but I still follow the norms...how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I admire people who understand me without me explaining a whole lot just to get through to someone..I just have a hard time articulating how I feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7823551445991042515-4536068478905093810?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4536068478905093810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=4536068478905093810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4536068478905093810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/4536068478905093810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/10/social-norms.html' title='Social Norms'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5855006446749227066</id><published>2007-10-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:51:57.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Witch of Portabello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/06/133/880/006133880X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/06/133/880/006133880X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was ecstatic seeing a new while browsing the bookstore one day.  I was book-famished since it had been a long time since I bought one.  The indigo color shouts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"enchanting&lt;/span&gt;" enough to catch my attention.  It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo Coelho's&lt;/span&gt; new book and in my mind, I was deliberating if I should buy or wait till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Powerbook's&lt;/span&gt; sale.  And I let it pass but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wa-la! &lt;/span&gt;My friend H's friend let her borrow her copy of the book.  To cut the long story short, I got to read it few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New books give me new insights and it's quite addicting to learn from another perspective.  I love Paulo Coelho's books, my favorite is still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleven Minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;So it was must for me to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch of Portobello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, the main character is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Athena &lt;/span&gt;who is an gypsy orphan adopted by rich parents.  She seemed to have a good childhood, she grew up smart but she was overly passionate about things.  She was a rebel of reality.  An unusual woman who made a difference to the lives of people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's perspective is interesting seeing other characters' perspective on her and their feeling as well.  It showed how she made an impact in their lives, good or bad.  Here are some of the excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"People create a reality and then become the victims of that reality. Athena rebelled against that—and paid a high price."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heron Ryan, journalist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I was used and manipulated by Athena, with no consideration for my feelings. She was my teacher, charged with passing on the sacred mysteries, with awakening the unknown energy we all possess. When we venture into that unfamiliar sea, we trust blindly in those who guide us, believing that they know more than we do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea McCain, actress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Athena's great problem was that she was a woman of the twenty-second century living in the twenty-first, and making no secret of the fact, either. Did she pay a price? She certainly did. But she would have paid a still higher price if she had repressed her natural exuberance. She would have been bitter, frustrated, always concerned about 'what other people might think,' always saying, 'I'll just sort these things out, then I'll devote myself to my dream,' always complaining 'that the conditions are never quite right.'"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidre O'Neill, known as Edda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I personally like it but surely I need to reread to absorb the lessons of the book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love, sacrifice, passion, joy&lt;/span&gt;.  There's something mystical about this book and I'm sure that those practical readers would likely diss this book for its vague description of situations.  Some things were unclear but I didn't try to over-analyze the situations presented.  This is fiction after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, Paulo Coelho have more interesting description of love.  One line that struck me was its last line when asked what is the meaning of love?  Well...:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Love simply is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7823551445991042515-5855006446749227066?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5855006446749227066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5855006446749227066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5855006446749227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5855006446749227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/10/witch-of-portabello.html' title='Witch of Portabello'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-6706238749866463046</id><published>2007-09-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:35:37.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current LSS'/><title type='text'>Hear Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recently discovered a very good artist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Frou Frou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  You can hear her songs in series like Grey's Anatomy.   I have two songs I like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Breathe In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hear Me Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I'm currently addicted to the later.  Here's the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hear Me Out"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I join the queue on your answerphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And all i am - is holding breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just pick up i know you're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Can't you hear - I'm not myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh go ahead and lie to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You could say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Small talk will be - just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Your voice is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We owe it to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it all depends on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So listen up - this sun hasn't set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's love on the line can you handle it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So how do i do normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The smile i fake - the permanent wave of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cue cards and fix it kits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Can't you tell - I'm not myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm a slow motion accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't - wanna feel - anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But i do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it all comes back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So listen up - this sun hasn't set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (It's love on the line can you handle it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So listen up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Look at me straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just hear me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't make me wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm not myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can't take this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Love's on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Is that your final answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I join the queue on your answer phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And all i am - is holding breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just pick up i know you're there......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So listen up - this sun hasn't set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just hear me out - I'm not over you yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (It's love on the line can you handle it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-6706238749866463046?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6706238749866463046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=6706238749866463046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6706238749866463046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/6706238749866463046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/hear-me-out.html' title='Hear Me Out'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-1144338740876027101</id><published>2007-09-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:31:39.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...seems quite lonely for some people but there are times, the anti-social in me would love the feeling of being alone for a while.  It brings me peace and silence is my companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the time I hope I can do a lot more but my mind would race and I end up doing a little bit of everything but reaching the end seems to be impossible for the day.  Even if I don't have someone to talk to, I would be thinking about a lot of things and I can't even control them.  The freedom away from others is very addicting and for others, it would seem so boring.  Being alone with my thoughts, I introspect to the point that I couldn't stop anymore.  Situations would run to my thoughts, and worse, the past would haunt me.  Is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me would say it's good being able to recall some memories, well..at least it hasn't fail me yet.  But there's is nudging feeling of what ifs...I've done most of the things I would hesitate to do, but those what ifs are that of "what if I did this instead of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh....so I'm somewhere in between...being content and being curious.  When I still feel empty and as Paulo Coelho has said...these "Blank spaces".  I want to do something more..I want to make an impression on the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-1144338740876027101?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1144338740876027101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=1144338740876027101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1144338740876027101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/1144338740876027101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-3679275209683610719</id><published>2007-08-22T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:32:31.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Forget me not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I stumbled into a korean movie which is one of my favorites, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A Moment to Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;.  My Itunes shuffled its way to a song in its Original Soundtrack.  Nothing special really...but it feels so peaceful hearing the man sing...even though I don't understand the lyrics of the song, I can feel the emotion that guy is trying to project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is fictional but it can happen to anyone.  The story seems to be like the that of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but the girl is still at her prime.  Can't believe that there can be a guy like that...the grief he would feel.  Can you imagine someone you love forget you ever existed.  How reality can change if one's memory got lost..unfair right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this got me thinking, since I also have a bad memory...what if I'll lose mine?  In psychology, there's this disorder called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dissociation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; where the person compartmentalize their traumatic memories or disquieting thoughts from normal consciousness. But this is an acute disorder rather than the normal.  I tend to forget memories often..it's hard to recall stuff when I try so hard.  Hmmm..hopefully I won't be one of those Alzheimer's patients.   Well..good thing I have blogs to take note of what I feel that moment.  It helps when I want to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-3679275209683610719?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3679275209683610719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=3679275209683610719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3679275209683610719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/3679275209683610719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget me not'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-2800510333380897956</id><published>2007-08-17T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:25:29.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Because I'm a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This Korean music video is really bittersweet.  I can't seem to stop myself from another addiction. Honestly, I don't understand the lyrics, but music video really captured my heart.  Can't imagine that there's still a guy like that anymore.  It's already an old song, but heck...I still love listening to it.  Brings back old...feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0y9czvew3o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0y9czvew3o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/7823551445991042515-2800510333380897956?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2800510333380897956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=2800510333380897956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2800510333380897956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/2800510333380897956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-im-girl.html' title='Because I&apos;m a girl'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-198936067360520157</id><published>2007-08-15T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:33:00.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><title type='text'>Panic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever felt so swamped with problems you need to solve altogether but you can't really control the outcome anyways? Argh!  Today is the day I feel like an adult! Living away from my parents never really bothered me.  In Beijing, I never felt I couldn't handle things (then of course maybe I was just a student there).  And now...I'm in Singapore...it makes me feel helpless at times there are so many procedures I need to follow ( in terms of prerequisite for Work Pass).  I'm suddenly stuck in the rut because I couldn't get out of a wormhole.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; First, my passport is nearly expired.  So either I renew them now (causing me to flush S$ 150 off my budget which I can renew for more than half the price back home..).  Next, my application for S Pass which I have no idea what requirements I should have, the HR girl is not quite familiar with the procedure I suppose.  I couldn't butt in because she might think I'm a know-it-all.  She didn't let me sign anything! How can I apply for it when I saw in the website that I should fill up a form!?!? If I needed to take a certain exam, the company is withdrawing their offer since they can't wait that long for me to be approved, they need people ASAP!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second, I can't make up a plan to go home because I start.  I'm suppose to get some stuff for our new rented house (which still is another bunch of headache).  I don't want to sound pessimistic, I just can't move all of a sudden.  If it was basely on my actions, I would have done what I should in due time!  So now...all the problems keep pouring in.  Now I understand...how hard it is to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The journey continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I always check out this site for new job postings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Begin ST701.com Coding --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.st701.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.st701.com/img4/iluvst701a.jpg" alt="ST701 Logo" align="bottom" border="0" height="80" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ST701.com Coding --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-198936067360520157?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/198936067360520157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=198936067360520157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/198936067360520157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/198936067360520157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/panic.html' title='Panic!'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-7488949507809298525</id><published>2007-08-14T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:26:54.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current LSS'/><title type='text'>In the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm so addicted with this song right now.  My friend Haze shared to me a song from Grey's Anatomy which vehemently became my LSS (last song syndrome).  The version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chris Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;May gods love be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;May gods love be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;cause when you showed me myself I became someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I picture you fast asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A nightmare comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;You cant keep awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;May gods love be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;May gods love be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;cause if I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I find my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;How much will I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I find my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;How much will I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;What its for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Im not even sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If there is anyone who is in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Will you help me to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maybe you're not even sure what its for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Any more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This song seems to hymn inside my soul..you can feel the song echo something to your heart.  And somehow, this reminds me of bittersweet memories.  And I wish I could have a background music whenever a need one.  Imagine this song playing at the exact "dramatic" moment in your life...Maybe it's not all in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-7488949507809298525?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7488949507809298525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=7488949507809298525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7488949507809298525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/7488949507809298525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/caught-in-between.html' title='In the sun'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823551445991042515.post-5797025685600703889</id><published>2007-08-13T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:33:37.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Blogging addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first experience as a blogger was way back in high school.  I registered in blogspot and other free journal sites.  It was just a phase where I just wanted to make an electronic diary since I don't like writing (cause I wouldn't be able to read it anyways..I'm a messy writer).  It was just a hobby turned into a habit to purge out my emotional angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a year ago, my friend &lt;a href="http://www.mysummersolstice.com/"&gt;Soph&lt;/a&gt; urged me to develop own domain websites/ blog instead.  We both research thoroughly since it's one way to earn money through the internet when I usually bum around most of the time.  Finding a niche that you would love to write about it hard.  It's easy to be interested but hard to keep that interest running passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were few failed attempts but they didn't stop us from trying.  So now I run blogs and websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chocobay.com/"&gt;Chocobay&lt;/a&gt; -- about my love for chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;usually about my favorites and recipes you can try at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beijingtravelbug.com/"&gt;Beijing Travel Bug&lt;/a&gt; -- about my experience in Beijing and a lot about places I've gone through, restaurants I've tried, shopping experiences, studying Mandarin, Olympics 2008 updates etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freebiescentral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freebies Central&lt;/a&gt; -- collection of freebie links where you can receive free samples around the globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanityvibe.com/"&gt;Vanity Vibe&lt;/a&gt;-- beauty blog partnered with Sophia and Roanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully I can gain from this addiction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823551445991042515-5797025685600703889?l=wishdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5797025685600703889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823551445991042515&amp;postID=5797025685600703889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5797025685600703889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823551445991042515/posts/default/5797025685600703889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging-addiction.html' title='Blogging addiction'/><author><name>(" ,)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/freshymintus/sassy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
