<?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-11455286</id><updated>2011-12-01T11:01:05.228+08:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='proud moment'/><category term='pink'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='oral care'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Hong Kong'/><category term='China'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='coffee shop talk'/><category term='Latin America'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='arty farty'/><category term='j talk'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='renovation'/><category term='daily events'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='work it'/><category term='cracks me up'/><category term='family'/><category term='what a JOY to celebrate'/><category term='gOodie foOdie'/><category term='my SWEETS'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='takes two to tango'/><category term='myself'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='India'/><category term='work'/><category term='weather'/><category term='cohabitation'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='bitten by the travel bug'/><category term='exams'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='food for thought'/><category term='music'/><category term='new nest'/><category term='Goh quotes'/><category term='school'/><category term='office drama'/><category term='festivities'/><category term='everything beautiful'/><category term='all that pink fluff is love'/><category term='irritating people'/><category term='blah blah blah'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='emo mo mo'/><category term='people'/><category term='anger management'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='dental'/><category term='Song of the month'/><category term='try my luck'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Merrily merrily merrily merrily.... life is but a dream</title><subtitle type='html'>I forget things very easily but yet there are so many things I want to remember....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>557</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1320805790977382563</id><published>2011-10-08T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:11:42.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Great coworkers</title><content type='html'>I recently came across Penelope Trunk's website when hf shared her happiness project, and the theory of having friends vs. Vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has now become my read during my incomprehensible statistics class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked this one today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your assistant is not someone whose top priority is to do the job you don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He or she should be someone you want access to because their presence improves your day; someone you have always wanted to make your workday great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been that someone to somebody. Though so far, it seems that an assistant is primarily an extra pair of hands for somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1320805790977382563?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1320805790977382563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1320805790977382563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1320805790977382563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1320805790977382563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-coworkers.html' title='Great coworkers'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7874781551135328264</id><published>2011-10-06T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:13:51.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitten by the travel bug'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ_TOnXAnK8/To3EMfUGmJI/AAAAAAAAE2k/oyWbVzADU0I/s1600/IMG_7191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660396025517873298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ_TOnXAnK8/To3EMfUGmJI/AAAAAAAAE2k/oyWbVzADU0I/s400/IMG_7191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just 3 months ago, I was talking about getting my diving course done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In an unexpected turn of events, I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what an unforgettable experience it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I had more time to reflect on the whirlwind events that happened since July....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leadership Residential Program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Experential Learning Program (Camp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diving @ Malapascua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad rush of lectures and homework and lectures and homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Activity-filled weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moon Party/BBQ @ John's private roof top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macau holiday @ Presidential suite in Venetian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm about to embark on a new adventure soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7874781551135328264?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7874781551135328264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7874781551135328264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7874781551135328264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7874781551135328264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/10/whirlwind-weekends.html' title='Whirlwind weekends'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ_TOnXAnK8/To3EMfUGmJI/AAAAAAAAE2k/oyWbVzADU0I/s72-c/IMG_7191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8583339849190040513</id><published>2011-07-18T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:48:58.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>IPad 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iWQDm9ye5RA/TiOCzxyAAAI/AAAAAAAAE10/BRKKc2QLEiE/IMG_20110717_111356.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iWQDm9ye5RA/TiOCzxyAAAI/AAAAAAAAE10/BRKKc2QLEiE/s400/IMG_20110717_111356.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Technology can progress so fast these days that I don't have time to catch up with it. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The school gave each and everyone of us an iPad 2 as an online academic tool. It's also a green gesture so we'd reduce printing. Though ironically, we had to fill in ~10 pages of forms on our registration day - all of which require our signature and quite a few repeat of writing our personal details over and over. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We had 3 paper forms just for the ipad. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J is skeptical of the use of ipad for school purposes. He likens it to a huge flash drive for us to download our homework from real computers.  &lt;br/&gt; Well, I suppose learning should be fun. Let's see if it goes way off tangent.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now I've joined the I-family and there may be no turning back.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8583339849190040513?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8583339849190040513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8583339849190040513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8583339849190040513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8583339849190040513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/07/ipad-2.html' title='IPad 2'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iWQDm9ye5RA/TiOCzxyAAAI/AAAAAAAAE10/BRKKc2QLEiE/s72-c/IMG_20110717_111356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6849791734388070339</id><published>2011-07-08T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:59:56.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>This week has been good</title><content type='html'>This week has been good &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; Cleared the air with a colleague, realigned roles and responsibilities. Hopefully this will work. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Been meeting my classmates quite a fair bit - 1st July yumcha, wanchai lunch gatherings, happy hour. More of them end of this month - can't wait for this new adventure.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Life is not just about work anymore - it's work, school, party and love.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I got a book for Zhijin - now is the time - 170 ways to seize the moment. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now, I really need to get started on those diving lessons....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6849791734388070339?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6849791734388070339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6849791734388070339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6849791734388070339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6849791734388070339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-week-has-been-good.html' title='This week has been good'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8098270258834946754</id><published>2011-06-24T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:55:55.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>I've been so used to coming home.with j around that last night felt really odd. And eerie, especially after watching that Korean scary drama.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8098270258834946754?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8098270258834946754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8098270258834946754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8098270258834946754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8098270258834946754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6936544374910318517</id><published>2011-06-09T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:00:25.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Today I feel especially loved</title><content type='html'>'There's pasta in the fridge for you to take to work'  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And it immediately made my day a whole lot better.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The days of working past 10pm each day has returned (never really stopped). And I would usually come home with jason watching TV and just relaxing.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I feel guilty all the time, that he does the cooking and housekeeping. I would really like to help, but I'm just too exhausted by the end of the day.  &lt;br/&gt; Endure, PC. There's an angel by your side, treasure that and make each day matter. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6936544374910318517?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6936544374910318517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6936544374910318517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6936544374910318517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6936544374910318517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-i-feel-especially-loved.html' title='Today I feel especially loved'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3006170762614018183</id><published>2011-05-14T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:56:27.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Meet Joe Black</title><content type='html'>After a good hot shower, I turned on the TV and saw HOT brad Pitt kissing 'susan' for the first time. Instantly I wanted to be 'suzan' and I felt my lips being kissed ever so gently by Joe Black.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My eyes were fixed to the TV the entire night (to hell with work). I've got a meeting with Death.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It was 1998 when I watched this film. I was 15 and immediately in love with this movie.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I wanted to feel everything the movie said about love -  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 'Love is passion,obsession,someone you can't live without. I say fall head over heels,find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well,you forget your head and you listen to your heart and I'm not hearing any heart. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well,you haven't lived a life at all. But You have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived... Stay open, who knows? Lightning could strike." &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; And I wanted lightning to strike immediately. I wanted someone whom I can fall head over heels in love with.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And with this 'mantra', every of my relationships I gave all of my heart.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What happens after the relationship ends is a different story altogether. They were all good while they lasted.  &lt;br/&gt; Like how the movie says -  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; "It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is,it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too.If we lucky,maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us." And I'm lucky to have some very good pictures (the bad ones I erase from my memory). &lt;br/&gt;    &lt;br/&gt; Another lesson about love I learnt -  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Joe Black: I don't care Bill. I love her.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; William Parrish: How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That's not love.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Joe Black: Then what is it?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; William Parrish: Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment,you feel like indulging - it's missing everything that matters.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Joe Black: Which is what?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; William Parrish: Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Joe Black: So that's what love is according to William Parrish? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; William Parrish: Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever,and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Joe Black: Those were my words. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; William Parrish: They're mine now. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Its great to watch this all over again and to know what I held so tightly in my heart, I still feel them. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3006170762614018183?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3006170762614018183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3006170762614018183' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3006170762614018183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3006170762614018183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-joe-black.html' title='Meet Joe Black'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5394724326797256197</id><published>2011-05-12T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:27:36.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Beware world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Tcs0IHMvzDI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/ADXHCTyrXhY/images.jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Tcs0IHMvzDI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/ADXHCTyrXhY/s400/images.jpeg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Beware world, of all emilies the strange. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Don't know what your intentions are - pls get lost, you're not welcomed here &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5394724326797256197?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5394724326797256197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5394724326797256197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5394724326797256197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5394724326797256197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/05/beware-world.html' title='Beware world'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Tcs0IHMvzDI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/ADXHCTyrXhY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8719068815495844390</id><published>2011-04-30T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:53:04.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>The epic move 2011</title><content type='html'>Throughout my growing days in singapore, I have only moved once (in 20+ years).  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I grew up in this neighborhood in outram, not far from Chinatown.  Then my family moved to clementi (when I was 16?) And we stayed there since, though I did spend a fantastic 3 years in NTU dorm with Mich, only going back home during weekends.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; For clementi, I wasn't involved in the renovation decisions, nor the cleaning up. All I could remember doing was to pick the lamp shade. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I don't even remember if I moved my clothes. My mum has this rule about throwing away 'useless' items - I.e. excessive clothes, accessories, shoes, cards, mails. Thus, I don't own my old school uniforms any more. My mum keeps all our photo albums though - back in those days when you still need to develop pictures.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The move was completely effortless, from what I remember. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Since 2008, I have moved 5 times - in 3 years; the recent move had to be the most challenging.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Uprooting myself from singapore to hk was not too difficult since I was allowed to have a shipload of belongings to be moved to hk - I couldn't be happier! The unhappy part of it was how to fit all my stuff in the tiny apartments I rented. It didn't help that I had to expand my wardrobe to include winter stuff.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Space is so very precious in hk. It is even more precious and delicate when you stay with someone else. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The 6 month cohabitation with j (sep-mid mar 2011) proved so, and even more so when we moved to stay with his parent's for 2 months. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now, we have finally moved in to the new flat (thank god!)- the project which we had been working on since last Dec, the epic move.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; While we still have furniture and some other household items to shop for, the flat is ready for living in. :)  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Every corner I turn, I see j's contribution as well as mine (his industrial kitchen look and my aqua bathroom worked beautifully). While the works could have been done better, this is the closest to perfection we can achieve. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Let's hope we won't have to make another move too soon and get to enjoy the fruits of our labour a little longer....   &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8719068815495844390?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8719068815495844390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8719068815495844390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8719068815495844390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8719068815495844390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/epic-move-2011.html' title='The epic move 2011'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-4368017805562673010</id><published>2011-04-15T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:38:26.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The verdict</title><content type='html'>It's April 15th and we have both made our decisions and reached an agreement. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Where New York is the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there's nothing you can't do, we have decided to stay put.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; To me, it's quite a relief as I'm not ready to move, I've got my MBA to take, and my life plan isn't going to change so soon. Uprooting myself to a completely new place 15hours flight away is exciting, but, to a larger extent, daunting. I can't even say for sure if I'd be able to make it there.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; For j, it's a relief as well. He can finally settle his mind and focus on what's ahead, and not the what ifs. He is lucky to be given 2 equally good opportunities to choose from (on paper), but a lot of things can't be weighed just like that.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; In fact, he didn't how to decide and as a final resort,  he sought some divine intervention - his trusty WTS who gave him 2 stories to interpret for himself. The New York option didn't look so good after.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So we're staying put. :)    &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-4368017805562673010?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4368017805562673010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=4368017805562673010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4368017805562673010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4368017805562673010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/verdict.html' title='The verdict'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-64426754553887664</id><published>2011-04-06T08:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:39:41.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>On the right track</title><content type='html'>We finally had a heart to heart chat last night - in the 'still under construction' flat, amidst all the renovation frenzy. Just the 2 of us, looking at our future, being in our future together. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This 2 weeks will determine what the next 2, 3 years will be - where we will be mainly. Some heavy thoughts to think about, and some heavy decisions to be made, some real planning to do.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We are on the right track - u said (and I was staring at your harry potter Hogwarts express station 9 3/4 tshirt) - bit of a comic relief there but we both know this is serious and it is real.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; April 15th - we will have our answers. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-64426754553887664?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/64426754553887664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=64426754553887664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/64426754553887664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/64426754553887664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-right-track.html' title='On the right track'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6622422662792633047</id><published>2011-04-01T08:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:54:36.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><title type='text'>I want my door knobs</title><content type='html'>Our contractor is killing us.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; He fixed cheap door knobs when we specifically went to shop for good quality ones.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now we have a problem. Because the size of the cheap ones don't match the ones we bought. And that may mean we either replace the doors and delay completion date further OR simply accept the cheap ones.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I know, its just door knobs. But I want my door knobs - the ones we spent days looking for, the ones which use magnetic technology instead of the conventional ones. I want my door knobs, and I don't want to fight with jason over it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Will we be punishing ourselves or punishing the contractor if we insist on changing? When is this battle ending? :( &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6622422662792633047?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6622422662792633047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6622422662792633047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6622422662792633047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6622422662792633047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-my-door-knobs.html' title='I want my door knobs'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6331804934036527425</id><published>2011-03-23T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:45:45.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The 7 days when j was gone</title><content type='html'>J is finally back from New York and that also meant my solo habitation with his parents ends.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; While I'm extremely glad that he is back, it's not to say I had a bad time at home. In fact, his mum has been too kind - checking on me to see if I'd be home for dinner, and if not, she'll never forget to leave soup for me.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And what touched me the most was when I told her about my admission to HKUST and my reluctance to take it knowing that j may be posted to new York, she told me to think twice and not to give up this opportunity. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I was surprised she hadn't gone in the other direction and told me to follow Jason, education can wait. So that felt nice. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Outside of home, I had a terrible week at work. In fact most weeks at work are no good, too intense. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Work aside, I had a surprise from nespresso - again! They delivered 400 capsules to my office in 2 cartons! And j didn't order them. I am really puzzled why they keep sending me stuff, but since they come free I can't complain! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I also had a wwonderful weekend - one without having to worry about the renovation at all and I went out to have dinner / drinks / party / high tea with friends I haven't been spending time with. And I got a hair perm. :) by 2 cute stylists.  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6331804934036527425?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6331804934036527425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6331804934036527425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6331804934036527425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6331804934036527425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/7-days-when-j-was-gone.html' title='The 7 days when j was gone'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8937138092577894537</id><published>2011-03-13T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:00:59.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday - Indian style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/zf3rZ4W1nvY&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/zf3rZ4W1nvY&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Celebration of the march babies, j and friends picked this Indian restaurant in Tst - Michelin starred and voted best Indian restaurant in hk called gaylord (don't ask me why). &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It didnt disappoint. Definitely a place for large party and for sharing the high carbo foods.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The mango lassi is so yummy I had 2 of it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The atmosphere is really fitting too, with a singing band.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ken: wow. That song is really long. They sang for 30mins non-stop. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Beatrice: that's because each song tells a story, an epic. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; All: oooooh. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Highlight of the day is when the band started singing happy birthday- Indian style! &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8937138092577894537?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8937138092577894537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8937138092577894537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8937138092577894537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8937138092577894537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-indian-style.html' title='Happy birthday - Indian style!'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1855087931862712232</id><published>2011-03-10T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:25:56.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Touch a chord</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcTAnpMgBxE&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/ZcTAnpMgBxE&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Her slow love songs never fail to tug my heart strings and leave me on the brink of tears. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1855087931862712232?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1855087931862712232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1855087931862712232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1855087931862712232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1855087931862712232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/touch-chord.html' title='Touch a chord'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1150395021731728272</id><published>2011-03-08T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:29:32.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><title type='text'>Under one roof</title><content type='html'>I was especially iffy on Sunday, completely irrational and totally irritable.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; To the insensitive eye, I'm moody - fullstop.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; In actuality, I'm dreading to leave our nest and move in to the parent's nest. And having someone pack your stuff is a disaster - I can never find my things (my acceptance letter from hkust is misplaced, among all things).  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My tolerance level is a minimum.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Doesn't help that my boy doesn't pay attention to details. He had packed my only decent looking pyjamus away, and told me to wear my nightie - what?! And he had planned for me to stay in his brother's room, on his brother's bed - completely ignoring how comfortable or uncomfortable I feel about that.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And next week he will be gone to new York (possibly extending his trip to drop by Toronto?!!) - leaving me home alone with his parents. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; On the renovation end, the project manager seems to think that everything is on schedule - clearly not supported by the state of progress at the flat.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My goodness.   &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1150395021731728272?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1150395021731728272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1150395021731728272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1150395021731728272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1150395021731728272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/under-one-roof.html' title='Under one roof'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2576022371783922935</id><published>2011-03-02T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:24:26.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><title type='text'>The most civil fight</title><content type='html'>Last night, I witnessed the most civil fight between mother and son. In a most classic fashion, I was sitting between j and his mum, and the TV showing one of Leslie's comedies when the 'fight' broke out. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I saw how frustrated j is with all these renovation stuff, dealing with our project manager and now, with the parent's voices.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; On the other hand, I understand his mum's good intentions, by sharing her renovation experience and tips with us, making sure we have all grounds covered. And I do appreciate her constructive and functional input, she didn't have to apologise to me.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We managed the creative input and that was sufficient for me.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; When j asked me if I understand his frustrations, I couldn't answer.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I suppose the pressure is on the son who needs to make things right - every time.  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2576022371783922935?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2576022371783922935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2576022371783922935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2576022371783922935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2576022371783922935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-civil-fight.html' title='The most civil fight'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7404785884407857818</id><published>2011-03-01T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:34:37.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>My first exam in years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TWyTe0xPxWI/AAAAAAAAE1U/TSGFTMOMUeA/IMG_20110301_083146.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TWyTe0xPxWI/AAAAAAAAE1U/TSGFTMOMUeA/s400/IMG_20110301_083146.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After a gruelling 4 hours sitting in my cubicle with ear plugs on, I'm done with gmat.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The results aren't exactly what I had aimed for, but I can't complain much given the time I put into preparing for this. I've at least met the minimum requirement for hkust and scored above average. Hopefully with the written section scores, my final score will be better.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The gmat test center and its security is impeccable. They scan your palms and finger print, take your photo, and watch over each and everyone of us.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; At any one time, there are only 18 candidates in the room and we are all facing the walls.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My morning passed just like that.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now, I have to prep myself for other challenges ahead (house renovation most imminent) or maybe I'll continue with the gmat practice - just to keep my brain working.  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7404785884407857818?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7404785884407857818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7404785884407857818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7404785884407857818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7404785884407857818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-exam-in-years.html' title='My first exam in years'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TWyTe0xPxWI/AAAAAAAAE1U/TSGFTMOMUeA/s72-c/IMG_20110301_083146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2552731370957119941</id><published>2011-02-24T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:36:30.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mr. wong tai sin</title><content type='html'>J and I didn't make it to pray at wong Tai sin last Sunday because of J's stanchart Marathon and my severe lack of sleep on Fri / sat.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J's mum said we should go on our own this weekend and earnestly pray for a good year ahead. That we will do.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; In addition, j said he wants to qiu qian and I asked him which area in life he needs directions/ answers for. This is important because you can't simply ask wong Tai sin (WTS) a broad question; it has to be specific - leading to a yes/no answer. And apparently wts is very zun/ accurate. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J said he wants to ask about yin yuan (love relations).  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Is he not in one already? I asked. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And he said, what about if I ask him (WTS) is this year a good year to be married?   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What if wts said yes / no, are you going to follow exactly that? I asked.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And he said yes.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And then I said - so what happens if I asked for yin Yuan too and wts qian gave us conflicting answers? Whose qian should we follow?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J said - mine of cos. Wts is my ancestor! You haven't heard of a Loh Tai sin, have you?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I rest my case. Lets see how the qian turns out this sat.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2552731370957119941?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2552731370957119941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2552731370957119941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2552731370957119941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2552731370957119941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-wong-tai-sin.html' title='Mr. wong tai sin'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8964906288812389806</id><published>2011-02-23T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:11:48.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><title type='text'>The wrong marble</title><content type='html'>So our renovation project manager messed up. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J took a day off yesterday and went to check on the flat in the afternoon. To his horror, the window slabs were all placed with a fugly yellow marble and the worker was about to set the same fugly yellow marble in the toilet. We were completely unaware that this was done.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; On Monday night, we met the project manager and he even told us we need to go select the colours and type of marble we want. Fugly yellow is most definitely not for the bathroom when the floor tiles is dark grey!! He himself had said a dark coloured marble would match most perfectly.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hence we were puzzled at why he didn't know what his workers are doing in the flat and we had to be the ones to check on it everyday and tell him. It's ridiculous and j threw a fit at him.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J's mum threw a fit as well, and was sorry for introducing this guy to us- though it's really not her fault.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So after all the anger is released at the project manager's office and at dinner with J's mum, j said - thank goodness I didn't pick another contractor and went with this one introduced by mum. Else it will be me getting the blame for everything that went wrong.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; How true. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8964906288812389806?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8964906288812389806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8964906288812389806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8964906288812389806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8964906288812389806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/wrong-marble.html' title='The wrong marble'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1157379153643262171</id><published>2011-02-19T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:53:19.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>What a night</title><content type='html'>There was so much shit to clear for the past 2 hours. What a night &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1157379153643262171?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1157379153643262171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1157379153643262171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1157379153643262171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1157379153643262171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-night.html' title='What a night'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5931650010556359637</id><published>2011-02-18T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:26:19.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>15 days of cny</title><content type='html'>So the lunar new year if officially over, and I can finally count my 'bonus' this year. Not bad- good enough for 2 trips back to singapore. Maybe i should spend alternate cny in sg/hk.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The angpow gifting practice is slightly different from what I know in sg. In Jason's paternal family (his dad has 7 siblings - each with at least 2children and each child with at least 1 kid) - there are 4 generations gathering for cny. I still have difficulty remembering the names and faces of his relatives. &lt;br/&gt; Anyway I digressed.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The practice in his family is that the most elder gives red packets (considered blessings for the new year) to everyone younger. And the second eldest gives to all but the eldest and so on. Damn Xiong being the eldest in hk man....  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; One couple friend even printer their own lai see feng - red packets, complete with the insignia they used during their wedding and a rabbit. Really cute. Now everyone knows who that red packet comes from. Though practically, you're printing "money" to pack money. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We always just use banks red packets, or bbg's - which are fancy and pretty. :)  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Til next cny then! &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5931650010556359637?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5931650010556359637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5931650010556359637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5931650010556359637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5931650010556359637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/15-days-of-cny.html' title='15 days of cny'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6841422301054057445</id><published>2011-02-15T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:49:47.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVpMNQJhxMI/AAAAAAAAE1E/dMjDTdizZ9c/IMG_20110214_230737.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVpMNQJhxMI/AAAAAAAAE1E/dMjDTdizZ9c/s400/IMG_20110214_230737.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVpMOpi8yaI/AAAAAAAAE1I/ptpD5vsego0/IMG_20110213_220159.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVpMOpi8yaI/AAAAAAAAE1I/ptpD5vsego0/s400/IMG_20110213_220159.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Festivities, love &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6841422301054057445?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6841422301054057445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6841422301054057445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6841422301054057445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6841422301054057445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/festivities-love-published-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVpMNQJhxMI/AAAAAAAAE1E/dMjDTdizZ9c/s72-c/IMG_20110214_230737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1255831523760670641</id><published>2011-02-15T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:47:44.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>An unusual date on Valentine's</title><content type='html'>We had a date with our contractor on Valentine's day, and what an unusually cold day it was too.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Lotsa things to be finalised, colours to pick, materials to choose, designs and functionality to think of - right up to the tiniest details like how the tiles should be placed - vertically, horizontally or patterned or set. These discussions are never ending.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It didn't help that Jason's mum popped by the contractors place and joined in the discussion. Something about his mum's participation gets on Jason's nerves. Its the same - why can't she just believe in me, why is everything I'm doing not good enough kinda feeling. I understand that feeling and I'm grateful that my mum (usually) supports me. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I think the one of the greatest gifts anyone can receive or give is belief and faith in the other person.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Nothing fancy for this year's Valentine's, but the same feeling of love continues in the air. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1255831523760670641?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1255831523760670641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1255831523760670641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1255831523760670641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1255831523760670641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/unusual-date-on-valentine.html' title='An unusual date on Valentine&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3384743830724488915</id><published>2011-02-11T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:28:57.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>Tgif!</title><content type='html'>What a week it has been - though I must say I'm enjoying it. Preparing proposals and generating ideas are the best part of my job - better than trying to solve internal and external issues that shouldn't have been there in the first place.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I received a piece of news yesterday. My MBA application has been accepted! It's a conditional acceptance though - meaning I still need mid 80% gmat scores to be offered a place.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The thought of going back to school is thrilling. The thought of working AND going to school is not.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Already I'm having difficulty finding time to study for gmat. I don't know how I can manage with 4 courses a semester, or more. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I said to j, maybe I should find an easier job. He replied saying he should too. Is that a no to my suggestion then?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So I asked him, whose job do u think is more difficult - mine or yours? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; To which he replied - you make it sound more difficult.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Maybe I did - well, lets see what happens. :)  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3384743830724488915?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3384743830724488915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3384743830724488915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3384743830724488915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3384743830724488915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/tgif.html' title='Tgif!'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-175046515211845742</id><published>2011-02-09T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:15:34.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jan'11 in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVHqs7rRCEI/AAAAAAAAE1A/LIq3vpQrX3E/IMG_20110121_203259.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVHqs7rRCEI/AAAAAAAAE1A/LIq3vpQrX3E/s400/IMG_20110121_203259.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It has only been less than 3 months since my last visit when I attended Zee and ys' wedding. This is also the first year which I will not be spending cny in singapore. This arrangement seems better since my friends are not tied up with home visits (though I'm missing out on the red packets!) and I still get to spend time at home.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So I think I have become pretty good at planning my trips and I don't try to squeeze my time to meet everybody in the world. These trips are starting to tire me - maybe age is really catching up. And though many people say singapore and Hong kong are very similar, I feel the difference. I can't really put words to those feelings. I feel sad leaving both places and happy upon return. Perhaps such is double happiness (or sadness). &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I must say my relationship with mum has improved by leap and bounds. As time passes, I become the adult and she the kid. Here's a picture of her having Peking duck at summer pavilion. :) &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-175046515211845742?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/175046515211845742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=175046515211845742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/175046515211845742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/175046515211845742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/jan-in-singapore.html' title='Jan&amp;#39;11 in Singapore'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TVHqs7rRCEI/AAAAAAAAE1A/LIq3vpQrX3E/s72-c/IMG_20110121_203259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2560556701908074411</id><published>2011-02-09T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:13:11.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><title type='text'>Stressed out</title><content type='html'>Jason is so stressed out these days I caught him sleeptalking to our contractor at night.  &lt;br/&gt; Or I think I did. &lt;br/&gt; Must have been a nightmare for both of us that night &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2560556701908074411?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2560556701908074411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2560556701908074411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2560556701908074411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2560556701908074411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/stressed-out_09.html' title='Stressed out'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-4616743838309505834</id><published>2011-02-08T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:29:43.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><title type='text'>Stressed out</title><content type='html'>Jason is so stressed out these days I caught him sleeptalking to our contractor at night.  &lt;br/&gt; Must have been a nightmare for him that night &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-4616743838309505834?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4616743838309505834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=4616743838309505834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4616743838309505834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4616743838309505834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7532677441686921486</id><published>2011-02-02T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:13:20.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>Haircut before the new year</title><content type='html'>The first month of 2011 has zoomed past us. Time is unstoppable. This year it seems everything for cny that I must do, I have not done.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; No spring cleaning, no buying of mandarin oranges, no new year goodies to snack at home and only ONE new piece of dress.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I only managed to get a haircut last night - how last minute.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Like Samson, I'm letting my hair (and believably my strength) grow. When I think of what I hope to achieve this year, it seems daunting. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Lets hope that even without all the cny preparations and must-dos, I can still make it this year. :)   &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7532677441686921486?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7532677441686921486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7532677441686921486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7532677441686921486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7532677441686921486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/haircut-before-new-year.html' title='Haircut before the new year'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8231375177271044983</id><published>2011-01-31T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:38:47.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office drama'/><title type='text'>Such intensity</title><content type='html'>Working at an aggressive firm guarantees very intensive days.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My calendar is packed with meetings and tasks I cannot imagine of completing them.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; A friend told me that you haven't earned your day's worth if you spent it comfortably at work.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But seriously, does everything need to be so intense? &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8231375177271044983?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8231375177271044983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8231375177271044983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8231375177271044983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8231375177271044983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/such-intensity.html' title='Such intensity'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8446038685554900513</id><published>2011-01-28T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:12:29.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jan'11 in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TUIX-8o-QxI/AAAAAAAAE04/nA-l0W9VMmI/IMG_20110121_203259.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TUIX-8o-QxI/AAAAAAAAE04/nA-l0W9VMmI/s400/IMG_20110121_203259.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It has only been less than 3 months since my last visit when I attended Zee and ys' wedding. This is also the first year which I will not be spending cny in singapore. This arrangement seems better since my friends are not tied up with home visits (though I'm missing out on the red packets!) and I still get to spend time at home.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So I think I have become pretty good at planning my trips and I don't try to squeeze my time to meet everybody in the world. These trips are starting to tire me - maybe age is really catching up. And though many people say singapore and Hong kong are very similar, I feel the difference. I can't really put words to those feelings. I feel sad leaving both places and happy upon return. Perhaps such is double happiness (or sadness). &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I must say my relationship with mum has improved by leap and bounds. As time passes, I become the adult and she the kid. Here's a picture of her having Peking duck at summer pavilion. :) &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8446038685554900513?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8446038685554900513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8446038685554900513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8446038685554900513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8446038685554900513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/jan-in-singapore.html' title='Jan&amp;#39;11 in Singapore'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TUIX-8o-QxI/AAAAAAAAE04/nA-l0W9VMmI/s72-c/IMG_20110121_203259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2491990232746441990</id><published>2011-01-24T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:43:49.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Wisdom tooth no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TT0DfIDXV9I/AAAAAAAAE00/M3guKmjCbUo/IMG_20110120_132009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TT0DfIDXV9I/AAAAAAAAE00/M3guKmjCbUo/s400/IMG_20110120_132009.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;20th Jan &lt;br/&gt; With only 5 hours of sleep, I made my way to the national dental centre. The memories I have of this place is all hmm... not so good.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It all started in '06 when I had my braces made and the orthodontic treatment lasted 3 years, with bi-monthly visits stretching to half yearly since I was often travelling then and making appointments at ndc is not always a breeze. But that's all in the past. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This trip was to extract the last of my wisdom teeth, on the right side. I had almost forgotten how painful it had been 2years ago when I removed my left wisdom tooth until I stepped into the dental clinic. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; As I sat there waiting, those memories and discomfort came back to me.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The procedure was the same this time round. My dentist went through my file and xray, told me how the procedure will be like and gave me a list of the risks involved (4% suffers permanent numbness, 1 in 300 gets saliva coming out from their nostrils and the like). All not very comforting facts.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; After the consultation with the dentist, I was sent to collect my pills and take them before the surgery - these the antibiotics and painkillers. And I had my 'last meal'.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Back in the day surgery level, the nurse handed me a robe, shower cap and wraps for my shoes - all very germ-free. And then I was led to the room - the exact same room and chair I was in 2 years ago.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I said my last words and held my peace for the next hour.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The nurse laid a cover over me, to prevent blood stains / spills she said. And another cover that was place strategically over my eyes so I couldn't see what went in and out of my mouth.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The dentist came and gave me my shots of local anaesthesia which was in fact the most painful bit of the surgery. The needle was huge and it certainly did not feel good having that pierced into my gums. I cried instinctly - only my right eye tearing. Dr Tay kept on saying 'I'm sorry to put you through this, the most painful part will be over soon'. The physical pain really.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Emotionally I was a wreck. On came the drills and the slicing and those sound like mechanical saw. And then I felt the pressure and the tug - all in an effort to pull out the roots. For my impacted tooth, it was really tough to pull that out - the nurse had to hold my head down.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I felt some pain this time round - wondering if Dr Tay had damaged some of my nerves. I gagged and mumbled that its painful and begged for more anaesthetic after the extraction.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; A comic moment happened when the dude next door was screaming his lungs out, yelling 'aw! Aw aw!' Poor dude had both sides of wisdom tooth extracted. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; At the end of it, I sat down at a resting corner and the nurse came over to check if I'm able to walk out of the clinic on my own and went through a list of not-to-dos.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I didn't stop trembling until a good 45min later. The shock of it all, the numb swollen cheek and the bloody teeth were a bit too much to bear in an hour.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But I made it. And I can (hopefully) say goodbye to ndc for a long period now. :)  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2491990232746441990?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2491990232746441990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2491990232746441990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2491990232746441990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2491990232746441990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/wisdom-tooth-no-more_24.html' title='Wisdom tooth no more!'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TT0DfIDXV9I/AAAAAAAAE00/M3guKmjCbUo/s72-c/IMG_20110120_132009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3643743820958424766</id><published>2011-01-12T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:44:01.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Freaking cold</title><content type='html'>Its ten degrees in hk today and raining. I walked out of my building, exhaling mist.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Haven't experienced hk so cold. It's so cold I wear long john to sleep, socks and a red fish shape water bag. The down quilt bedsheets provide comfort so much so that its difficult to get out of bed.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Our windows are perpetually closed.  I take a longer hot shower, letting the hot water run.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; All these dries up my skin so badly they feel stretched. My nails are brittle.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And even in such cold weather, my office central air con runs at 17 degrees. So do the buses. Its even colder indoors than outdoors.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We're entering the decade of global cooling.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm reading this book about being more green and hopefully, I'd be able to contribute positively to this planet in my own little small ways. But firstly, can someone do something about the heating system in hk pls?  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3643743820958424766?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3643743820958424766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3643743820958424766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3643743820958424766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3643743820958424766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/freaking-cold.html' title='Freaking cold'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6498860183894429671</id><published>2011-01-11T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:40:33.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Stepping into 2011</title><content type='html'>2010 came and went.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This new year countdown was spent discussing house renovation stuff with the contractor and then heading home to drop off our stuff before dinner.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We walked around the neighborhood - the Japan restaurant we always wanted to go to was packed. We walked further and saw this French restaurant completely empty though the aroma of fresh bread was extremely delicious.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We walked in, only to find out that it was completely booked for the second sitting of the night.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So we walked a few more rounds and found that Indian cuisine is hk people's least favourite choice - good thing it is one of me and Jason's favourite.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; After dinner, we went to J's ex colleague's place - effectively transformed into an open bar and dance club by the amount of alcohol and the size of it's living room. Single guy - bachelor's pad.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Never mind that I don't know anyone well at the party. Just drink up. It's quite disappointing then when our view of the fireworks was blocked by the adjacent buildings and what we saw were reflections of the fireworks on the sea and on the buildings on the Kowloon side. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; What's great is our kiss at midnight and us holding hands and hoping for another good year into 2011. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Happy new year, all my loved ones. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6498860183894429671?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6498860183894429671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6498860183894429671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6498860183894429671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6498860183894429671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/stepping-into-2011.html' title='Stepping into 2011'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7767971332359374531</id><published>2010-12-31T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:20:17.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I don't know how anyone can get so excited about meeting our contractor for the first time (formally) that he can lose sleep over it and stare at excel sheets for hours.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We did that last night - well, jason mainly.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm usually the more excelsy person and like to note things down in excel. It was a reversal of roles last night.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Not to say that I didn't contribute much - but it was getting late and the list of construction / renovation items listed in Cantonese did not help. Many times, I kept asking j what this is and what that is.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Since we've decided on this contractor Yeung, j has been on his toes, pledging to be an asshole and make sure the contractor do a superb job.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I have my concerns about Yeung - mostly cos I didn't really like the look of him, and how he slashed prices just to win our bid. But, after some thought, we figured this is only our first flat, let's learn the works first, get a decent renovation done (since we are pressed for time), and talk about interior design later when we next move into somwhere bigger.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; As long as this Yeung fulfills his part of the contract and not have any hidden costs,  I suppose we are safe.  &lt;br/&gt; As j like to say, "if he does not do a good job, I'm gonna bust his balls". &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7767971332359374531?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7767971332359374531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7767971332359374531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7767971332359374531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7767971332359374531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1925202913184352722</id><published>2010-12-24T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:10:16.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office drama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone cleaned the house last night and waited up for me. I only got home at 1am and the report didn't go out to client. Wth, she's not going to enjoy Xmas any less if she can't read the report this morning.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Happy holidays :)  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1925202913184352722?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1925202913184352722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1925202913184352722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1925202913184352722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1925202913184352722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/someone-cleaned-house-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8262860862694573000</id><published>2010-12-23T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:01:28.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>With each day</title><content type='html'>With each day, my resistance against the cold strengthens.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's 16 degrees today and I left home without a coat. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; With each day, I know my limits better. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I voice out, and simply stop trying to achieve the impossible. It's simply unrealistic.  I'm not wonder woman. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; With each day, I know you better. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Last night, you were an asshole. And I wasn't afraid to tell you that. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; With each day, I think about home more. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; In particular, the laughter of my mum. And I realise mum is indeed mostly right.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8262860862694573000?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8262860862694573000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8262860862694573000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8262860862694573000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8262860862694573000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-each-day.html' title='With each day'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2912290852805859759</id><published>2010-12-20T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:08:35.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new nest'/><title type='text'>Finding the right one...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was spent working over time, sourcing for contractors and flipping through interior design magazines. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The working part was tough; the housing part is even worse.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Jason saw 3 potentials on Friday - the sweetie took the day off. We met another guy on sat morning. I prefer him to another particular mr yeung. The latter seems sketchy and quoted us a sky high price for a small unit - I didn't think he can be trusted.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Then we went on to look at some friends apartments to get some ideas and tips. Man! Interior design is not easy.  We had to match practicality with the whimsical.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I decided to give up my bathtub idea so there is more storage space in the bathroom. Jason promised me a bathtub (or rather - onsen style + Jacuzzi) when we next move again.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Let's just get this over and done with first mannnn....  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2912290852805859759?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2912290852805859759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2912290852805859759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2912290852805859759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2912290852805859759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-right-one.html' title='Finding the right one...'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7612410374962221846</id><published>2010-12-13T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:59:53.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Shopping of a different kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TQVwBq6DPhI/AAAAAAAAE0s/oY0wvBMYMec/IMG_20101212_134215.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TQVwBq6DPhI/AAAAAAAAE0s/oY0wvBMYMec/s400/IMG_20101212_134215.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Apart from the one hour of mad rush shopping at tung chung outlet, this weekend was crazily packed. And I'm kinda exhausted.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sg friends visited. Hku MBA talk. And a lot more talk and shop on the house renovation stuff.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The renovation planning and works is a nightmare. The next 4 months will be a challenge to go through. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7612410374962221846?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7612410374962221846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7612410374962221846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7612410374962221846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7612410374962221846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/shopping-of-different-kind.html' title='Shopping of a different kind'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TQVwBq6DPhI/AAAAAAAAE0s/oY0wvBMYMec/s72-c/IMG_20101212_134215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6620670071175686749</id><published>2010-12-10T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:51:49.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Push back</title><content type='html'>My client sometimes ask us to do the most ridiculous things - to the point that we are like their slaves, at their every beck and call.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I told my juniors to take a minute to think,  before agreeing to do everything.  We don't have to do everything,  and certainly not by TODAY, certainly not when the request comes in at 5.30pm on a Friday night. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Research is not A&amp;E department - so if it doesn't kill anybody, just push back and give a reasonable time to attend to that request.     &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Voice out if it can't be done - there's no wrong in that. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6620670071175686749?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6620670071175686749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6620670071175686749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6620670071175686749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6620670071175686749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/push-back.html' title='Push back'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-9049849133487810034</id><published>2010-12-06T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:12:15.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Question of the day, and everyday</title><content type='html'>What's for dinner?   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It has come to my attention that this question is more difficult to answer than most of the business issues I encounter on a daily basis. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; A typical exchange with jason at the end of the day. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Pc: are u off work?  &lt;br/&gt; J: yes. On way home &lt;br/&gt; Pc: are we going to have dinner together? &lt;br/&gt; J: yes we can &lt;br/&gt; Depending on who responds faster and hits the ball across the court: What do u feel like?  / what shall we have for dinner? &lt;br/&gt; ...... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I do have an answer to that on days when I have a severe craving.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So on those days I say:  &lt;br/&gt; How about Indian/ Korean/ Japanese/ Chinese/ Western?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And j says: hmm... my stomach doesn't feel quite right today / I had that yesterday / recently / Any polite form of rejection  &lt;br/&gt; What other would u like?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Pc: ...... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Or at times when I don't have a particular craving... I say : hmm... anything will do.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J goes: what's anything?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Pc and j both: ..... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Or when we both have zilch idea and one decides to bravely suggest something despite fear of rejection.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I go: how about that Japanese place round the corner which is always crowded and with long queue?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J says: ok. Let's do that!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Finally an agreement! And then that restaurant is closed.  And we end up walking around the neighborhood aimlessly. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Bugger.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Why do we need to have dinner.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-9049849133487810034?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/9049849133487810034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=9049849133487810034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/9049849133487810034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/9049849133487810034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/question-of-day-and-everyday.html' title='Question of the day, and everyday'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1047296998178024737</id><published>2010-12-05T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:56:32.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPtFro6SOVI/AAAAAAAAE0o/xgMZ53HsTkM/IMG_20101205_153902.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPtFro6SOVI/AAAAAAAAE0o/xgMZ53HsTkM/s400/IMG_20101205_153902.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2 rounds of spinning, 4 hours later.  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1047296998178024737?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1047296998178024737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1047296998178024737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1047296998178024737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1047296998178024737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPtFro6SOVI/AAAAAAAAE0o/xgMZ53HsTkM/s72-c/IMG_20101205_153902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5147920021559470267</id><published>2010-12-05T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:53:05.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>In another 1.5 hours time, jason will be done with his CFA level1 papers.  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; The house is quiet now. Jason's cfa books still on the table, with his eraser left over rubbish (what are these things called exactly??).  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'm just done with one week's worth of laundry. The thing about hk housing is - there is just no space to hang your clothes. Everyone hangs their laundry in-house,  or go to the Laundromat to get it done. My bye bye arms are becoming flabbier now without the weekly hanging out of clothes using bamboo poles.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Anyway I digressed.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So, jason will be a free man from 5pm onwards. We can finally enjoy weekends going for nice brunch, tea/coffee, catching movies on the big screen and just... start dating again.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We've got a short window period before both of us start to bury our heads in books, or start to brainstorm and agree on the look and feel of our future home.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Today I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet of being at home, alone.  :)  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5147920021559470267?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5147920021559470267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5147920021559470267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5147920021559470267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5147920021559470267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2397343516967216349</id><published>2010-12-04T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:17:07.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>A half yearly affair</title><content type='html'>Had my regular scaling and polishing session today. I'm not a stranger to dental clinics - considering that I've made frequent visits there in the past 3 years cos of my braces. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Still, going to dental clinics scares me. I tense up,  no matter how much I tell myself to relax.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I think its being placed in the spot, trying your best not to move,  as the dentist uses her various metal steel tools to scale, dig, scrape, and poke around your mouth. And you have NO idea what she's doing.  You can only IMAGINE.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Imagine from the sound of those machines and tools. How uncanny those sounds are to the sounds of construction works and .... SAW.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I felt like my mouth had just been raped. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The dentist said my lower left gum is receding because I'm brushing them too hard. What?! Price to pay for clean teeth.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Word of caution to those who use electronic toothbrushes. I think I need to alternate between that and using my good old hand to do the brushing.  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2397343516967216349?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2397343516967216349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2397343516967216349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2397343516967216349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2397343516967216349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/half-yearly-affair.html' title='A half yearly affair'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8054955708347094087</id><published>2010-12-03T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:33:47.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Easily sold</title><content type='html'>I spent the past hour folding clothes and changing the bed sheets, with eyes half closed, while jason buried his head under the cfa textbooks.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; He dropped in when I was halfway through folding the clothes and commented that he would be very surprised if I told him I've done housework before - cos apparently I don't fold the t-shirts right.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I told him if he wants someone who knows how to do good housework, then go get a housemaid, not a gf.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; When I'm finally done with the bedsheets, he came over and said, "I really appreciate you doing this". &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now, aint that all worth it. :)  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8054955708347094087?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8054955708347094087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8054955708347094087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8054955708347094087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8054955708347094087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/easily-sold.html' title='Easily sold'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6823799224324665226</id><published>2010-11-29T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:34:06.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPOPrD048XI/AAAAAAAAE0k/DzbBHI-RW98/IMG_20101128_072231.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPOPrD048XI/AAAAAAAAE0k/DzbBHI-RW98/s400/IMG_20101128_072231.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My second UNICEF 10km run - another mini proud moment of mine. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This year is different because: &lt;br/&gt; 1. J did not run with me, I was with the girls  &lt;br/&gt; 2. I did not train prior to the run &lt;br/&gt; 3. I had a 13-course Chinese dinner the night before and had only 4 hours of sleep. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So under such circumstances, I think i deserve my mini proud moment given that I finished the run and within target of under 75mins, though clearly I am no longer as fit as the year before (68mins). &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I didn't run continuously, even though my mind told me to keep on running. I experienced the classic scene where both the angel and devil of me debated with every step I took. The devil succeeded 4 times, but the angel won the last leg. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And all along the run, I like to observe people too. There was this pink lady wearing a Afro wig, an old uncle who is running at a slower pace just to accompany his wife, an Asian man with a whole bottle of sun block layered on his face so he looks really white, a Caucasian who is so tall that he looks like he's bouncing like a kangeroo when he runs, a man who has 'nice to meet u' printed on the back of his shirt, and hot girls with damn toned legs, and hot boys with hot buns.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So even with all the ache and lack of sleep, I think I may do it again next year!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6823799224324665226?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6823799224324665226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6823799224324665226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6823799224324665226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6823799224324665226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/run-away.html' title='Run away'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPOPrD048XI/AAAAAAAAE0k/DzbBHI-RW98/s72-c/IMG_20101128_072231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2199584996580330625</id><published>2010-11-27T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:12:04.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvMhZKqJI/AAAAAAAAE0U/H8LvPoxHd54/IMG_20101127_133651.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvMhZKqJI/AAAAAAAAE0U/H8LvPoxHd54/s400/IMG_20101127_133651.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvN2CRsLI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/DRrCf3NcuRY/IMG_20101127_133609.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvN2CRsLI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/DRrCf3NcuRY/s400/IMG_20101127_133609.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvPmykGQI/AAAAAAAAE0c/Ue8_20MsVyw/IMG_20101127_113127.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvPmykGQI/AAAAAAAAE0c/Ue8_20MsVyw/s400/IMG_20101127_113127.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvQtvIYcI/AAAAAAAAE0g/UDRVDtCsigY/IMG_20101127_112928.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvQtvIYcI/AAAAAAAAE0g/UDRVDtCsigY/s400/IMG_20101127_112928.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's a humbling experience to go back to school.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I woke up at 9am, despite having slept at 3am, to get ready to head to hkust for the MBA program introduction.    &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The hkust campus is 75min away from Kennedy town, near Sai Kung. Since I was early, I decided to take the mini bus to the campus instead of jumping into a cab after reaching the nearest mtr station.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The line was full of students. You can distinguish them from the jeans and sneakers attire, with laptop and notes in hand. I felt old.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The introduction to the program started with the question of why take an MBA, followed by a list of quantifiable reasons of why choose hkust, and a sharing session of personal experience from recent graduates. I am inspired. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's a good feeling. :)    &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; (Before I left home this morning, I sprayed some perfume as I always do. And j asks, why are you spraying that, you are just going to school.)  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2199584996580330625?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2199584996580330625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2199584996580330625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2199584996580330625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2199584996580330625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TPCvMhZKqJI/AAAAAAAAE0U/H8LvPoxHd54/s72-c/IMG_20101127_133651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3026280936348026377</id><published>2010-11-26T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:03:43.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Happy thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TO8HbFzI2KI/AAAAAAAAE0M/o6RyFPnou6M/IMG_20101125_211547.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TO8HbFzI2KI/AAAAAAAAE0M/o6RyFPnou6M/s400/IMG_20101125_211547.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's not a tradition of mine to celebrate Thanksgiving.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But since j had spent more than enough time in Toronto to consider himself somewhat Canadian / American,  he suggested that we throw a Thanksgiving dinner at home - just so we can order the 12 lbs Turkey, and he gets to slice it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I get to play host and bought some lilies to cheer up the place. Along. With these funky cups! Pick your nose. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And we practically sanitized our entire place,  with dettol and bleach - clean up before the party. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; We're having his friends over tonight - this group is the equivalent of my sweeties in sg - who identify themselves as in some kind of fellowship.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I wish I can have my sweeties all at my place sometime too.  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3026280936348026377?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3026280936348026377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3026280936348026377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3026280936348026377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3026280936348026377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy thanksgiving!'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TO8HbFzI2KI/AAAAAAAAE0M/o6RyFPnou6M/s72-c/IMG_20101125_211547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8089929188594326482</id><published>2010-11-25T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:15:23.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had no trouble sleeping last night. I went to bed first while j was still studying; I didn't even know when he climbed in bed.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Perhaps I wasn't sleeping well the night before- when I browsed the websites of 2 uni in hk to check out their MBA program. I signed myself up for an admission seminar this sat, a sort of meet and find out more from the school and its alumni.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My brief discussion over dinner with j on this matter kinda concluded with this statement: I think its good, and I would like to do it myself,  but I don't want to be your classmate. Plus, it only costs 11k a month (over a period of 2years).  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; He has a point there. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I've been paying the same amount for the past 2 years on rent. Mich says this the price for freedom. Now I think I'm ready to pay for wisdom and I want to get down to exploring it.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Lets see how this sat goes. :)   &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8089929188594326482?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8089929188594326482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8089929188594326482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8089929188594326482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8089929188594326482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-had-no-trouble-sleeping-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7018898212755256790</id><published>2010-11-24T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:01:21.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohabitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Shock of my life</title><content type='html'>I had the shock of my life this morning.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You see, we don't have a power socket in the bathroom (for safety reasons) and whenever I need to blow dry my hair, I plug in the dryer from the room across the bathroom and do it since the wire is long enough.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I do this every morning.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This morning, I saw in the mirror a hand reaching from behind me. I FREAKING YELLED MY LUNGS OUT! And jumped out of the bathroom, still screaming AHHHHHH! and saw jason with this equally shocked look on his face - somewhat trembling. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I don't know if I should be relieved or angry or what! I broke into tears, trembling myself. We hugged, he explained that he had called out to me to tell me he needed to use the bathroom, but I obviously couldn't hear him with a blower next to my ears.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The image of the hand reaching out to me from the mirror is chilling. It's exactly how horror movies are. No body, just the hand that wants to reach you from behind and touch your head or strangle you.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I had thought j was still sleeping since he's going to take a SSL today. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Geez. The dangers of staying together. I told j this is not funny. But the look on his face (why is she so crazy?!?! + im really scared kinda look)  is priceless indeed. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7018898212755256790?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7018898212755256790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7018898212755256790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7018898212755256790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7018898212755256790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/shock-of-my-life.html' title='Shock of my life'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2750049137740942305</id><published>2010-11-23T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:38:18.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>I forgot the strawberries</title><content type='html'>J called: hey. Did you take the strawberries from the fridge? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Pc: omg. I forgot about it!  &lt;br/&gt; (Just getting on bus at 915, after waiting for 25mins) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; J: I KNEW IT!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; That's very helpful really. Reminding me after I've left the house. I have to take the strawberries because I washed the whole basket of it last night and j says I have to finish it else they go bad. :( &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The last time I reminded him to take something from the fridge (in the morning before he left house), he took it out of the fridge, left it on table and went out. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Now whos the bigger scatterbrain? &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2750049137740942305?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2750049137740942305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2750049137740942305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2750049137740942305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2750049137740942305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-forgot-strawberries.html' title='I forgot the strawberries'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1831321231252977243</id><published>2010-11-22T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:30:07.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOpGHwbe2hI/AAAAAAAAE0E/lYYXL-eC0ss/IMG_20101121_190848.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOpGHwbe2hI/AAAAAAAAE0E/lYYXL-eC0ss/s400/IMG_20101121_190848.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOpGK6YDHjI/AAAAAAAAE0I/bVYq06gjvmU/IMG_20101121_190912.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOpGK6YDHjI/AAAAAAAAE0I/bVYq06gjvmU/s400/IMG_20101121_190912.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Early Xmas present for myself. Cos it's all pink and girly. :) &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1831321231252977243?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1831321231252977243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1831321231252977243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1831321231252977243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1831321231252977243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/early-xmas-present-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOpGHwbe2hI/AAAAAAAAE0E/lYYXL-eC0ss/s72-c/IMG_20101121_190848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1723336266669905003</id><published>2010-11-21T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:12:05.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOjGOxn7FWI/AAAAAAAAEz4/K3VUZn3vaOg/IMG_20101121_140830.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOjGOxn7FWI/AAAAAAAAEz4/K3VUZn3vaOg/s400/IMG_20101121_140830.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My desire to travel is so strong now... it's an understatement  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My horoscope always amazes me. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1723336266669905003?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1723336266669905003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1723336266669905003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1723336266669905003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1723336266669905003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-desire-to-travel-is-so-strong-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOjGOxn7FWI/AAAAAAAAEz4/K3VUZn3vaOg/s72-c/IMG_20101121_140830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7410200986935631988</id><published>2010-11-20T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:14:30.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tastee of toast box in hk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRXTNu32I/AAAAAAAAEzo/TESco1Pu-GQ/IMG_20101120_165056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRXTNu32I/AAAAAAAAEzo/TESco1Pu-GQ/s400/IMG_20101120_165056.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRZDyXc2I/AAAAAAAAEzs/V_j6Mnlqh18/IMG_20101120_164644.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRZDyXc2I/AAAAAAAAEzs/V_j6Mnlqh18/s400/IMG_20101120_164644.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRbBwTJ2I/AAAAAAAAEzw/RMipxEhtYZw/IMG_20101120_163923.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRbBwTJ2I/AAAAAAAAEzw/RMipxEhtYZw/s400/IMG_20101120_163923.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRcpDCF-I/AAAAAAAAEz0/P1LI_xvK81M/IMG_20101120_163917.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRcpDCF-I/AAAAAAAAEz0/P1LI_xvK81M/s400/IMG_20101120_163917.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Afternoon tea (or ha um cha) is not uncommon in hk. Hong kong people used to having toast for tea in the tea canteen (cha chan tank).  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Its just a matter of time before the singapore toasts appear in Hong kong, and with a premium price tag too.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So this morning's yum cha session with j and parents wasn't exactly filling and my stomach started to sound at 3+ in the afternoon. I thought about getting MacDonald's fries, Starbucks or Pacific coffee, but I ended up at toast box.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The set cost me 32hkd (~5sgd now given the atrocious exchange rate). The toast portion is smaller, the half boiled eggs are cold. The ice Milo is the only thing that's somewhat kept to its original flavour, or the flavour I remember. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Its odd hearing the staff shout 'kopi c! Kopi kosong! Teh o! Milo dinosaur'. The half boiled eggs can be switched to fried eggs to cater to local tastes - which I think I should have ordered instead since they really don't know how to make half boiled eggs.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The pandan cake is 13hkd per slice! 20hkd if u buy 2. One whole cake has probably 8-10 slices.... so that makes 80-100hkd for a whole cake! And people still buy them. I wouldn't. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But I'd still visit toast box in hk to get my Milo fix. And hopefully for those who want the real taste, they would go to singapore and try it themselves.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7410200986935631988?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7410200986935631988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7410200986935631988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7410200986935631988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7410200986935631988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/tastee-of-toast-box-in-hk.html' title='Tastee of toast box in hk'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOeRXTNu32I/AAAAAAAAEzo/TESco1Pu-GQ/s72-c/IMG_20101120_165056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8937085027069124030</id><published>2010-11-19T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:24:59.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Home cooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXRzKnbEEI/AAAAAAAAEzY/vMeeORdF6jI/IMG_20101118_213529.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXRzKnbEEI/AAAAAAAAEzY/vMeeORdF6jI/s400/IMG_20101118_213529.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXR03AbxBI/AAAAAAAAEzc/DrdEg6QHiNE/IMG_20101116_193338.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXR03AbxBI/AAAAAAAAEzc/DrdEg6QHiNE/s400/IMG_20101116_193338.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXR2BfMGzI/AAAAAAAAEzg/9b3IttFqluI/IMG_20101116_193334.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXR2BfMGzI/AAAAAAAAEzg/9b3IttFqluI/s400/IMG_20101116_193334.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXR33Hjy7I/AAAAAAAAEzk/yRty8pgK-f0/IMG_20101116_131426.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXR33Hjy7I/AAAAAAAAEzk/yRty8pgK-f0/s400/IMG_20101116_131426.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've started cooking at home (finally! after 2 years in hk). These are not the instant noodles,  Campbell soup type - they are actually proper dishes. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It makes more sense to cook now since there are the 2 of us. It's always more fun like that. And when the dish goes wrong, someone will have to finish it, not waste food.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Cooking is not easy k,  especially when you have a Cantonese bf with a super fine taste for food.  &lt;br/&gt; He can tell if the soup is pork/chicken/beef based; if the veggies taste a wee bit green (and should be cooked for 10 seconds more), if fish is not fresh,  or just something taste bad when they all taste fine to me. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I suppose my 2011 resolution is learn and master cooking then!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Pictures: Porridge, with pork floss from Taipei. veggies. Pasta (j made the tomato puree) &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8937085027069124030?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8937085027069124030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8937085027069124030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8937085027069124030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8937085027069124030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-cooked.html' title='Home cooked'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TOXRzKnbEEI/AAAAAAAAEzY/vMeeORdF6jI/s72-c/IMG_20101118_213529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7288505380320689417</id><published>2010-11-18T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:08:25.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging revived</title><content type='html'>Now I can blog anytime. Any where.  And this shall continue....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7288505380320689417?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7288505380320689417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7288505380320689417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7288505380320689417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7288505380320689417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-revived_18.html' title='Blogging revived'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3137953289310279330</id><published>2010-11-18T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:05:34.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P plate pohpoh</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention in previous post that I can drive now too!! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Finally got my drivers license after much wait (or procrastination). So my 27th birthday gift to myself is to learn driving. And I passed the exam!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; For 6 months I have been going for classes every other weekend. The school I registered with is known for its 'one take pass!' - high success rates. It's because the test route is around the school and much road conditions (if there are any) is very much controlled. You don't get the occasional pedestrian jay walking, and certainly no impatient drivers honking at you. Most vehicles around the driving area are driven by learners, so it's 40km/h Max.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hence, even though I've got my license, I still freak out on the roads. I suppose I'm not very alert to begin with and driving is no easy feat. I'm the careless sort,  and can't tell my left from right.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The last 2 times (and only 2 times) I drove Jason's car, he had a mild heart attack and I simply broke out in cold sweat and tears- almost ran over a granpa and spiralled out of the roundabout, scratching side of car with a Benz.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So I signed up for more driving lessons. And hopefully I'd be able to drive with confidence and start cruising and stop crying. :)  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3137953289310279330?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3137953289310279330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3137953289310279330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3137953289310279330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3137953289310279330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/p-plate-pohpoh.html' title='P plate pohpoh'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5210696830402012191</id><published>2010-11-17T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:11:24.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>6 months later...</title><content type='html'>It's been 6 months since I've updated anything. The pace of living in Hong kong remains as hectic as ever. I wonder if I can find more time if I were back in singapore. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; And as always, my life has been full of changes - twists and turns at the most unpredictable moments. I embrace changes and most often am excited about them. The only complaint I have is that I lose the time to sit down and think, write. And I forget.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So to recap the moments in the past 6 months.... &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 1. I went on my first holiday with the wong family to Malaysia (penang and kl):   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Dennis is back from Toronto for holiday and the family decided to go away for a short trip. It was mostly eating and rooting at the hotel. I had a moment with Jason's mum - when she said she's very happy to have me on the same trip with them. I was very happy too.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 2. I quit:  &lt;br/&gt; Well, it had all been in my brain plan all along - 2 years in Hong kong and move on. The time was up for me to try something else. Shanghai presented itself as an opportunity, but I made the decision to stay.   &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 3. I moved! And we moved in together: Moving takes a lot of effort and, needless to say, time. Our new neighborhood is on the western tip of hong kong island and so we get some seaview, and there's also a park in front of our estate. Definitely beats traffic (automobile and human) in wanchai/causeway bay. I need to take a bus to work and give up those mornings when I can wake up at 9am, but I'm reading more.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Moving in is a big step - as most people told me. For me, I only feel that it is a natural progression.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 4. I'm cooking! &lt;br/&gt; Or at least attempting to. I made dinner one time - some pork omelette and j asked me what that was. He didn't even finish half the food. Practice makes perfect - I will continue to cook so long as there is someone to eat.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 5. I travelled: &lt;br/&gt; First month into my new job and I was sent to Shanghai for training. Been making trips to Guangzhou too (less exciting). Taipei is so much more exciting and I met up with huankun and spent a good evening together.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; 6. I find out we will be moving again. And that's a different story to tell another time. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5210696830402012191?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5210696830402012191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5210696830402012191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5210696830402012191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5210696830402012191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-months-later.html' title='6 months later...'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8970261697105847217</id><published>2010-11-17T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:09:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TON_kjWjMfI/AAAAAAAAEzU/3HCJfdlTxto/me%20and%20love.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TON_kjWjMfI/AAAAAAAAEzU/3HCJfdlTxto/s400/me%20and%20love.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8970261697105847217?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8970261697105847217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8970261697105847217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8970261697105847217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8970261697105847217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/published-with-blogger-droid-v1.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/TON_kjWjMfI/AAAAAAAAEzU/3HCJfdlTxto/s72-c/me%20and%20love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5182910082350716089</id><published>2010-11-17T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:06:56.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging revived</title><content type='html'>Now I can blog anytime. Any where.  And this shall continue....&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5182910082350716089?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5182910082350716089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5182910082350716089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5182910082350716089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5182910082350716089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-revived.html' title='blogging revived'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-814548434128376234</id><published>2010-04-07T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:57:58.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'>Taiwan 2010</title><content type='html'>Just returned from road trip in Taiwan - a full 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupled with my bronchitis medical leave, I haven't been to work for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee sent out an email she wrote but didn't send out a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how I need to take control of my time, and also reminded me of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating my space online was therapeutic for me, growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to continue to do that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-814548434128376234?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/814548434128376234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=814548434128376234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/814548434128376234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/814548434128376234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2010/04/taiwan-2010.html' title='Taiwan 2010'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-445410382423189243</id><published>2009-11-08T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:02:24.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'>My Sister's keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;it's been a damn long while since i had any updates here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As I've mentioned before, fb is eroding my space here. I thought about setting a new site, you know. Start anew. But this is me. ME! Something that shouts ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So some quick updates of what's been happening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Was kinda preoccupied with Ris low, watching all her clips on youtube. She's quite a character really. And in this world where everything can be mass produced, isn't it great that you find an uncut stone, which you never know.... may turn out to be a gem instead ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- And, I do have a leopard print scarf, which I did pair with Khaki once. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Weddings: Patsy/Victor's and Angela/Ricky's. Every wedding has its own build up story. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy. All the stuff they've been through. Getting used to each other's idiosyncracies. Making a pact to remain faithful and loving to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes i get frustrated when I don't know where all these is going for myself. But I suppose I can't push fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And watching 500 days of Summer reminded me of that, again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Movies: which brings me to the entire list of movies I've watched lately. 500 days of summer tops the list and the soundtrack is so cool. If I'm gay, I'd have zooey's pictures all over my wall, and on top of my ceiling, so she'd be the last thing I see before I go to bed, and when I wake up in the mornings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I watched The ugly truth too.... and truth be told... it's ugly. The leads are pretty, but the story kinda didn't gel that well with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My sister's keeper - the movie that made me cry and cry and cry throughout. And when I retold the story to j, i cried and cried and cried. Even as i'm typing this, i'm sniffing. Death is scary - I don't know if i'd be able to handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Oktober: Month of drinking and decadence, and farewells, and welcoming. Happy that Grace joined the HK pack. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- November.... one more month before we say goodbye to 2009. Have you looked at your resolution list again, and tick off all that you've planned out to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I definitely made some effort to do some of them..... and others which I had not planned to do. the 10km unicef run, for example. It's causing me back aches. Let's see how I fare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2010 - are we there yet?&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/11455286-445410382423189243?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/445410382423189243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=445410382423189243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/445410382423189243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/445410382423189243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My Sister&apos;s keeper'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7161805403388041022</id><published>2009-10-19T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:30:38.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;There are songs that make us want to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;songs that want to make us want to sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but the best songs are the ones that bring you back to the moment you first heard them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;and once again, break your heart&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/11455286-7161805403388041022?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7161805403388041022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7161805403388041022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7161805403388041022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7161805403388041022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-songs-that-make-us-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2069983397718458917</id><published>2009-08-27T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:44:19.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my SWEETS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>ZPOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I gave a friend a flower calendar during xmas last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are 12 stalks of paper daisies (for each month) and each stalk has enough petals for the days in the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Behind each petal, there is note - which is something like what you'd get in a fortune cookie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And so started this trend of FPODs - Flower Prohecy of the Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It feels nice to receive a FPOD at the start of each morning. Words like "Kiss somebody", "Tell someone you love him", "Don't go grocery shopping when you're hungry", "just dance".... all touches a part of me that may be buried over time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It gives you that minute to think about what you really want to do, or feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And for some FPODs, it made an impact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This morning's FPOD, was actually ZPOD - something made up by zj. And it is as good as any FPODs, or even better! So i'll share it with all you dear ones out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"ZPOD - inspiration from my phone&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFER the work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CONFERENCE your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;REDIAL the happy memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;RELEASE the pains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOLD on to your happiness "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be back in Singapore next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; week! For my wisdom teeth surgery... which I'm getting goose bumps over!&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/11455286-2069983397718458917?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2069983397718458917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2069983397718458917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2069983397718458917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2069983397718458917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/zpod.html' title='ZPOD'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-40223373012997928</id><published>2009-08-04T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:39:13.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Hit me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What kinda cyclone path is this?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SncSPnlxUCI/AAAAAAAAElY/27-Qt271qfQ/s1600-h/hk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777540569976866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SncSPnlxUCI/AAAAAAAAElY/27-Qt271qfQ/s400/hk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it still strikes HK though... We need some typhoon action on a weekday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-40223373012997928?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/40223373012997928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=40223373012997928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/40223373012997928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/40223373012997928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/hit-me.html' title='Hit me!'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SncSPnlxUCI/AAAAAAAAElY/27-Qt271qfQ/s72-c/hk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1262800943259346787</id><published>2009-08-03T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:13:39.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'>insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever we have something planned in the near future to be completed together, i feel a wash of happiness over myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if it's cos I never thought we'd go this far, and any planning ahead meant a couple of additional months together... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I use to think this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You said you don't want your heart to be brokened by a girl again, you're too old for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I worry I'd suffer your fate instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps the only way forward is to look ahead, in the same direction, hand in hand. &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/11455286-1262800943259346787?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1262800943259346787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1262800943259346787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1262800943259346787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1262800943259346787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/insecurity.html' title='insecurity'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2214889209576958431</id><published>2009-07-26T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:02:52.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the month'/><title type='text'>Wondergirls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a wondergirls wannabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want nobardy nobardy but choo!!!&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/11455286-2214889209576958431?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2214889209576958431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2214889209576958431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2214889209576958431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2214889209576958431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondergirls.html' title='Wondergirls!'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-346705302414523202</id><published>2009-07-20T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:00:12.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facebook is eroding my time to blog :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The speed of which I upload pictures of my activities in HK is not catching up the activities I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I have not really had time to sit down, breathe, watch the seconds tick by, and reflect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So one minute of reflection I shall do now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-346705302414523202?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/346705302414523202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=346705302414523202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/346705302414523202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/346705302414523202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-is-eroding-my-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-543245273062008065</id><published>2009-07-10T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:11:56.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all that pink fluff is love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>My special wedding request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What is your special wedding request?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want a real wedding cake.&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/11455286-543245273062008065?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/543245273062008065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=543245273062008065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/543245273062008065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/543245273062008065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-special-wedding-request.html' title='My special wedding request'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6397338623029127667</id><published>2009-06-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:48:10.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>rip mj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Consciousness expresses itself through creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This world we live in is the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance of the creator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On many an occasion, when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I become the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I become the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beloved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I become the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;victor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanquished&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I become the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;master&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I become the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;singer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I become the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knower&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep on dancing. . . until there is only. . .the dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;—Michael Jackson, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dangerous (album)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dangerous_(album)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dangerous&lt;/span&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/11455286-6397338623029127667?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6397338623029127667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6397338623029127667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6397338623029127667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6397338623029127667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html' title='rip mj'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-839847738047523482</id><published>2009-06-29T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:36:21.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all that pink fluff is love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like the pieces of jigsaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything falls back into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SkhgcKWbvVI/AAAAAAAAEes/QUMXgIQHy6Q/s1600-h/Picture+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352634194060885330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SkhgcKWbvVI/AAAAAAAAEes/QUMXgIQHy6Q/s400/Picture+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-839847738047523482?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/839847738047523482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=839847738047523482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/839847738047523482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/839847738047523482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-like-pieces-of-jigsaw-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SkhgcKWbvVI/AAAAAAAAEes/QUMXgIQHy6Q/s72-c/Picture+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-4370247223849010395</id><published>2009-06-25T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:26:06.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really upset tonight. All the good laughs aren't able to cover one prick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people see the good in other people? &lt;br /&gt;Or is it human nature to assume the worst in people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-4370247223849010395?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4370247223849010395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=4370247223849010395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4370247223849010395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4370247223849010395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-really-upset-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8971544431948782757</id><published>2009-06-21T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:50:28.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>You name it</title><content type='html'>A close friend recently got a new English name. It wasn't until everyone on his facebook starting calling him by it that I noticed. So I teased him about it, and he told me to give him a break. Haha. Strange that after 20+ yrs you start adopting a new name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But given his circumstances, it is indeed more convenient to have an English name.&lt;br /&gt;Angmohs can't tell Chinese names from their first, middle and last name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get clients calling me, Loh, Poh or Chin. (Mister too). &lt;br /&gt;It is really frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of getting myself an English name too. Long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In clubs, whenever strangers come by and ask for my name, I'd tell them names like, Lydia, Mary or Pauline. True that these names are much easier to remember. But I think pohchin sticks with me better. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has its benefits too - like a unique facebook link that I don't have to fight with anyone else in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pohchin.loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Sj7xQ4jktbI/AAAAAAAAEek/oJEGRQ9y8A0/s1600-h/smiley+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Sj7xQ4jktbI/AAAAAAAAEek/oJEGRQ9y8A0/s400/smiley+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349978679724520882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8971544431948782757?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8971544431948782757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8971544431948782757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8971544431948782757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8971544431948782757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-name-it.html' title='You name it'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Sj7xQ4jktbI/AAAAAAAAEek/oJEGRQ9y8A0/s72-c/smiley+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2543815059454603810</id><published>2009-06-15T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:39:27.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My singaporean group is shrinking in hk.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first gone xm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now my 2 ktv kakis, and clubbing g - all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if HK is losing its magic on me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K says I shouldn't worry too much, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as j is not losing his magic on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is one of the few beacons of light at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2543815059454603810?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2543815059454603810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2543815059454603810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2543815059454603810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2543815059454603810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-singaporean-group-is-shrinking-in-hk.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3099869098318611619</id><published>2009-05-26T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:15:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's times like this that I really want to come home to somebody - anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3099869098318611619?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3099869098318611619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3099869098318611619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3099869098318611619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3099869098318611619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-times-like-this-that-i-really-want.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1369475079148819874</id><published>2009-05-24T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:01:35.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxTN7gaIDSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxTN7gaIDSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五月天-如烟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我坐在床前&lt;br /&gt;望着窗外回忆满天&lt;br /&gt;生命是华丽错觉&lt;br /&gt;时间是贼偷走一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;七岁的那一年&lt;br /&gt;抓住那只蝉&lt;br /&gt;以为能抓住夏天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;十七岁的那年&lt;br /&gt;吻过他的脸&lt;br /&gt;就以为和他能永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有没有那麽一种永远&lt;br /&gt;永远不改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱过的美丽&lt;br /&gt;都再也不破碎&lt;br /&gt;让险峻岁月不能&lt;br /&gt;在脸上撒野&lt;br /&gt;让生离和死别都遥远&lt;br /&gt;有谁能听见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我坐在床前&lt;br /&gt;转过头看谁在沉睡&lt;br /&gt;那一张苍老的脸&lt;br /&gt;好像是我紧闭双眼&lt;br /&gt;曾经是爱我的&lt;br /&gt;和我深爱的&lt;br /&gt;都围绕在我身边&lt;br /&gt;带不走的那些&lt;br /&gt;遗憾和眷恋&lt;br /&gt;就化成最后一滴眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;有没有那麽一滴眼泪&lt;br /&gt;能洗掉后悔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;化成大雨降落在&lt;br /&gt;回不去的街&lt;br /&gt;再给我一次机会&lt;br /&gt;将故事改写&lt;br /&gt;还欠了他一生的&lt;br /&gt;一句抱歉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有那麽一个世界&lt;br /&gt;永远不天黑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;星星太阳万物都&lt;br /&gt;听我的指挥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;月亮不忙着圆缺&lt;br /&gt;春天不走远&lt;br /&gt;树梢紧紧拥抱着树叶&lt;br /&gt;有谁能听见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耳际眼前此生重演&lt;br /&gt;是我来自漆黑&lt;br /&gt;而又回归漆黑&lt;br /&gt;人间瞬间天地之间&lt;br /&gt;下次我又是谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有那麽一朵玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;永远不凋谢&lt;br /&gt;永远骄傲和完美&lt;br /&gt;永远不妥协&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;为何人生最后会像&lt;br /&gt;一张纸屑&lt;br /&gt;还不如一片花瓣&lt;br /&gt;曾经鲜艳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;有没有那麽一张书签&lt;br /&gt;停止那一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最单纯的笑脸和&lt;br /&gt;最美那一年&lt;br /&gt;书包里面装满了&lt;br /&gt;蛋糕和汽水&lt;br /&gt;双眼只有无猜和无邪&lt;br /&gt;让我们无法无天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有那麽一首诗篇&lt;br /&gt;找不到句点&lt;br /&gt;青春永远定居在&lt;br /&gt;我们的岁月&lt;br /&gt;男孩和女孩都有&lt;br /&gt;吉他和舞鞋&lt;br /&gt;笑忘人间的苦痛&lt;br /&gt;只有甜美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有那麽一个明天&lt;br /&gt;重头活一遍&lt;br /&gt;让我再次感受&lt;br /&gt;曾挥霍的昨天&lt;br /&gt;无论生存或生活&lt;br /&gt;我都不浪费&lt;br /&gt;不让故事这麽的后悔&lt;br /&gt;有谁能听见&lt;br /&gt;我不要告别&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我坐在床前&lt;br /&gt;看着指尖已经如烟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Shj1PMBiutI/AAAAAAAAEeE/2Tttrv1yGJs/s1600-h/IMG_5740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339286999522261714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Shj1PMBiutI/AAAAAAAAEeE/2Tttrv1yGJs/s400/IMG_5740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The concert was a blast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When they got to this song, i got teary eyed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1369475079148819874?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Shj1PMBiutI/AAAAAAAAEeE/2Tttrv1yGJs/s72-c/IMG_5740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6043722210794366011</id><published>2009-05-16T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:04:13.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'>i'm a diehard csi fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm a diehard csi las vegas fan, truly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have completed seasons 6-9 - while doing so, I realised some cases are brought over to the next season. It would make better sense if I start where it all begins - back at 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I did. Grissom looked much younger. Warrick had a betting habit. Catherine's Lindsay is just a baby girl. Nick is still as cute. Sarah hadn't had any feelings for Grissom yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These characters are like family to me, when I'm confined to the 4 walls of my apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laugh with them, I cry with them, I want to catch the bad guys with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There had been some debate over the show... that it 'educates' criminals; that to break the law, you have to learn the law and pray that you get away scot free. But I don't think it's all that easy in reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I do imagine how I'd be like, to be one of these criminals; to callously take someone's life away and it gives me the shudders. There is no 'kick' to see life draining from someone's eyes. I want to see life in someone's eyes - a sparkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get nightmares sometimes. Dreams of myself being a victim; of losing someone dear. It's terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so addicted to csi that I wish to be a forensics scientist too. People lie, but the evidence doesn't. It's all about putting the jigsaw puzzle together to find the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one of the episodes, Grissom spoke about this Harvard philosophy lecturer he met on a plane, who told him this observation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Every day after his 3-hour lecture, he would go to take a leak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And as he flushed, he noticed a spider struggling against the flush on the side of the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The next day he'd go back again, and the same spider would still be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After a couple of days, he decided to put the spider out of misery, took a napkin, and scooped the spider out to place it at a corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The next day he went back, the spider is dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get the morale of this story? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Human's actions have an effect. You don't impose your will on others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, the csi are caught between their beliefs and the evidence but that doesn't mean they should impose their will to make the evidence tell the story they want. The evidence should tell the tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same applies to life - if only it's all that uncomplicated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavy thoughts on a Saturday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more weeks to HOME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6043722210794366011?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6043722210794366011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6043722210794366011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6043722210794366011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6043722210794366011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-diehard-csi-fan.html' title='i&apos;m a diehard csi fan'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6281573256581626234</id><published>2009-05-13T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:24:39.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you're speaking." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read an article today that made me rethink about my own schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the many often times which I've failed to keep to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, the article spoke about keeping your primary values as your core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much so that it is IN your schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For myself, my primary value seems to be only satisfying my own needs and whims. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How noble right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I can't say I place my family first because they are not in my schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not even by their side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't say I place my health as a top priority since I don't keep to my workout schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work takes up most of my schedule - but is it the most valuable to me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The writer writes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Show me your schedule and I'll discover the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because your schedule doesn't lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There can be no authentic success and lasting happiness if your daily schedule is misaligned with your deepest values. If there is a gap between what you do and who you are, you are out of integrity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are not walking your talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your schedule is the best barometer for what you truly value and believe to be important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too many people talk a good talk. But talk is cheap. Show me your schedule and I'll show you what your priorities are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mine? Just surviving life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I need to be living it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6281573256581626234?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6281573256581626234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6281573256581626234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6281573256581626234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6281573256581626234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-you-do-speaks-so-loud-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5094413016754437065</id><published>2009-05-12T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:03:31.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Watched Xmen over the weekend and it didn't disappoint. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I enjoyed the opening scene when the guys were battling in various wars. I liked the story told to Wolverine about the lady in the moon (whom I thought her name should be Chang Er). I actually liked Victor. And I wish I can turn my body into diamonds as and when I wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Where this mutant idea came about, it certainly has its basis, though super powered mutants who try to kill one another and conquer the world may be far-fetched. Mutation is definitely ongoing - we see it in plants, in animals in somewhat unfortunate states, and these most often don't survive long enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Whatever does not kill you, makes you stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The mozzies calling my place their feeding ground can definitely prove so. They have become immuned to the repellent and to the spray and will attack every inch of my body. They are fearless and I'm extremely helpless.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I do not know the effect of the repellent on myself since I inhale that every night. Perhaps I'm slowly mutating too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&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/11455286-5094413016754437065?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5094413016754437065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5094413016754437065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5094413016754437065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5094413016754437065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/watched-xmen-over-weekend-and-it-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5864788052314749447</id><published>2009-05-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:21:21.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all that pink fluff is love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>A little sunshine will do you good ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can feel summer on our skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SgeuTunqY6I/AAAAAAAAEd8/nOVtyZCDxfs/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423937598776226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SgeuTunqY6I/AAAAAAAAEd8/nOVtyZCDxfs/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it's HOT!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A bouquet of pink lilies and forget me nots at the door is just another way to start a perfect Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Do you know how difficult it is to buy flowers that are not Carnations today?!" he said, wanting to claim however much credit for a supposed simple gesture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; And we drove along Repulse bay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;with wind toussled hair and old country rock playing. I love this stretch of road - bending winding through the mountains.... until this certain point, when the sea suddenly appears right in front of you, embracing you with its vastness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While I do wish winter would stretch on a little bit more, summer is actually quite pleasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With summer approaching, you really feel differently. You're more ready to toss your scarfs and hoods and down jackets and opt for cottons and shorts and hats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's known that seasons affect moods - some in a good way, some .. not as perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For me, the heat is not a good thing. I become more temperamental and would keep whining about how hot it is, as if a degree difference makes my skin burn. Definitely short of patience, cos by the time we got to Stanley, all the parking lots were full. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is always so difficult to find a parking lot in HK! Desperate, we parked some distance from Stanley and took a mini bus to the main plaza.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I'm happy again since I got my fish-and-chips fix. :D Though shortly after, I have to pay for the calories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I cannot remember when I last swam in the open sea. Must have been last summer. I don't like the feeling of my feet in mid water, not knowing how deep the water is. And I hate swimming without goggles. But I do it because I know you'll always swim by and let me hang on to you and just float. I guess I want to be dependent sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And you need to let me be. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5864788052314749447?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5864788052314749447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5864788052314749447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5864788052314749447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5864788052314749447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-sunshine-will-do-you-good.html' title='A little sunshine will do you good ;)'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SgeuTunqY6I/AAAAAAAAEd8/nOVtyZCDxfs/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-3683458836520936299</id><published>2009-05-03T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:20:13.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitten by the travel bug'/><title type='text'>pig careful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year around this time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just back from Mexico - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was a really nice city, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with loads of friendly people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful churches and museums, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;food that makes you fart like a canon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cactuses as tall (or even taller) as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't help but wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how things could be very different for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if these events take an alternative turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plans can only be made certain in retrospect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-3683458836520936299?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3683458836520936299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=3683458836520936299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3683458836520936299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/3683458836520936299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/pig-careful.html' title='pig careful'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8043257228824811558</id><published>2009-04-27T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:42:52.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all that pink fluff is love'/><title type='text'>Shakespeare Sonnet 47</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,&lt;br /&gt;And each doth good turns now unto the other:&lt;br /&gt;When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,&lt;br /&gt;Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,&lt;br /&gt;With my love's picture then my eye doth feast&lt;br /&gt;And to the painted banquet bids my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Another time mine eye is my heart's guest&lt;br /&gt;And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:&lt;br /&gt;So, either by thy picture or my love,&lt;br /&gt;Thyself away art resent still with me;&lt;br /&gt;For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,&lt;br /&gt;And I am still with them and they with thee;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight&lt;br /&gt;Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SfWL52fiJCI/AAAAAAAAEd0/PHRSVCbsvvI/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329319560059429922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SfWL52fiJCI/AAAAAAAAEd0/PHRSVCbsvvI/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8043257228824811558?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8043257228824811558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8043257228824811558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8043257228824811558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8043257228824811558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/shakespeare-sonnet-47.html' title='Shakespeare Sonnet 47'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SfWL52fiJCI/AAAAAAAAEd0/PHRSVCbsvvI/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2829844221480888316</id><published>2009-04-25T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:36:49.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since the girls went clubbing - full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to fight an iminent cold bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in to a crowded club and ingesting  myself with toxic is not exactly the brightest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another rainy weekend -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just home alone, staring out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a thousand thoughts running through my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-2829844221480888316?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2829844221480888316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2829844221480888316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2829844221480888316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2829844221480888316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-long-time-since-girls-went.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6675657187664830918</id><published>2009-04-20T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:12:59.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if people believe that Bollywood dance taught by an Indian would be more authentic, or Yoga, for that matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just went back to gym after 3 months of inactivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had wanted to join the class, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the instructor was dressed in leopard prints and looked like she's just escaped from the wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had tiger striped hair to match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm usually not this critical....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this dance class is something I cannot bear to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss naila and julian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6675657187664830918?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6675657187664830918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6675657187664830918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6675657187664830918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6675657187664830918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder-if-people-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-523461769473260052</id><published>2009-04-19T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:56:40.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some nightmares,  you never seem to be able to get rid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since I missed the damn flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been having recurring nightmares of missing flights in different manner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed the boarding time cos I went to grab something to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed the boarding time cos I was stuck in traffic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed the boarding time, even when it's a ferry and we're at the terminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It got even more ridiculous last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and bro were heading out somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We checked in luggages, went through security,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were told there was a flight delay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and instead of staying put at the waiting area, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the while thinking that we will have enough time in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What were we thinking?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not even possible to leave the airport and just hop into a cab after we've gone through immigration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up feeling damn lost and angry at myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and took a damn long and hot shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then a few things dawned upon me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; dreams hardly become reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you missed the right flight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you may never find another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-523461769473260052?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/523461769473260052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=523461769473260052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/523461769473260052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/523461769473260052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-nightmares-you-never-seem-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-9135445064652427522</id><published>2009-04-18T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:42:55.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>go for the kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The temperatures are rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I suppose winter is really coming to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's raining again, pretty heavily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Makes me very reluctant to go back to work when I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This week had been extremely taxing - physically and emotionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I could not bring myself to work past 8 pm and I start to lose focus by 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Also losing sleep cos of the uninvited visitors at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'd get up at 4,5am in the morning, stay up for an hour or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;all the while bugged by the buzzing in my ear, and the stings on my arms and legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I finally bought a spray yesterday and it came in handy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I killed visitor of the night, who attacked my palm and my cheeks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and finally got a good night's sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/11455286-9135445064652427522?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/9135445064652427522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=9135445064652427522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/9135445064652427522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/9135445064652427522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-for-kill.html' title='go for the kill'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-2469685694310674248</id><published>2009-04-15T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:45:54.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The announcement made on Tuesday morning was depressing, as well as shocking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All along we were assured and reassured that we will brave the weather together, but this is apparently not the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I probably love my colleagues more than the work I do - good relationships make working more bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Being at work on tuesday was not as pleasant. All the textbook cases of how layoffs affect staff morale, it's all true. I couldn't make myself focus at work, and didn't want to stay up to finish up the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's good that jason asked me out to grab a bite and drinks. Beirut at lkf had this middle eastern mystery feel to it, with lotsa gwailos drinking and smoking shishas, and looking so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My thoughts kept running back to the scenes this morning. Even in such a relaxed atmosphere, I couldn't let go. It hurt to see them leave - the ones who are truly kind to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I asked jason if it's bad, unprofessional of me to let my emotions run haywire in the office, and he said it's fine, i just need to let it out of my system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And that, i did, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;coupled with goldfish eyes to work this morning. &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/11455286-2469685694310674248?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2469685694310674248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=2469685694310674248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2469685694310674248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/2469685694310674248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/announcement-made-on-tuesday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1160889131424607416</id><published>2009-04-13T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:12:48.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>rainy monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As I looked out of my window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;part of the peak is covered with mist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;the swimming pool opposite sounds its announcement to get people of out the pool before it closes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I have just done a pore minimising mask, and the sk2 treatment mask and watched 3 episodes of csi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;how's that for a lazy monday? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Friday was equally lazy - I stayed home and cleaned up my apt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This place gets neglected most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;since I spend more hours in the office than I do at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's great to be 'home' (if i can call this home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;and get some me-tim, do some thinking through, or not thinking through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Caught 'he's just not that into you' on thursday night - a good chick flick - just what I needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The same thoughts on love and relationship circled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I finally wrote back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;and I know we have the same emotions running whenever 突然好想你 plays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The skies have finally cleared up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;but why don't I see any rainbows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&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/11455286-1160889131424607416?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1160889131424607416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1160889131424607416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1160889131424607416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1160889131424607416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainy-monday-blues.html' title='rainy monday blues'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5263115584921635340</id><published>2009-04-07T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:15:04.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>vices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are the vices team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just done with one alcohol report, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and right onto a cigarette proposal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I finally have some days to breathe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Sdtfiw0ZfzI/AAAAAAAAEds/AQi2rHzoxfk/s1600-h/no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321952435493240626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Sdtfiw0ZfzI/AAAAAAAAEds/AQi2rHzoxfk/s400/no.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5263115584921635340?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5263115584921635340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5263115584921635340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5263115584921635340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5263115584921635340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/vices.html' title='vices'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/Sdtfiw0ZfzI/AAAAAAAAEds/AQi2rHzoxfk/s72-c/no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-494275759137024751</id><published>2009-03-25T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:33:57.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>March - in a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not manage to keep up to my resolution of updating this space as and when i like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i've been missing in action, not without good reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work is just never ending. I guess I shouldn't be worried that I'll be the next to be axed. heh. The thought leaders are ever thinking of ways to give clients the edge. the buzz word is V A L U E. Same research methodology, same quality control, same data output? Ours provide more VALUE. This qtr is all about winning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life wise, march is a month of birthdays. mine, and a special few others. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eileen was in HK to visit! Eating around, and shopping were realllllly good! I'm now a proud Giordano ladies member. More discount is more savings! and.. according to Dr. poon, i have a space suit at home. Later when asked jason if the jersey jacket looked like a spacesuit, he pointed out that my down jacket looked more like one :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a new pair of Agnes B shades - the red matches my hair colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum and bro spent 9 days in HK too. I fed them full, and my bro gained 3kg. His bungy jump scared me legs weak. When jason saw me, he asked why i was trembling. To think i had actually wanted to do the jump with my crazy ass bro! We had such a packed schedule that after they left, i slept for 15 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was really nice to have my mum here on holiday. She's always so happy when she's here, but gets teary eyed when she's about to leave. The unit is empty without the two of them with me. I definitely need to get a new place once the lease ends. the landlady is simply too irresponsible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The past few days have been raining. It gets cold, and my nose always starts to drip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rain rain pls go away. Don't ruin my disney weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/11455286-494275759137024751?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/494275759137024751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=494275759137024751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/494275759137024751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/494275759137024751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-in-post.html' title='March - in a post'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7384568871631972631</id><published>2009-03-09T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:28:30.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong skyline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SbZcdXe6sfI/AAAAAAAAEdc/PYlcs9SFGRk/s1600-h/hk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311534470119731698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SbZcdXe6sfI/AAAAAAAAEdc/PYlcs9SFGRk/s400/hk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I read the perfect description of the HK skyline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"The helicopter flew straight up ... amid the skyline of Hong Kong, not looking at it but hanging in it, hovering like some giant insect by the steel-and-glass cliff face of the Bank of China, with the serried ranks of tower blocks marching up mid-levels to Victoria Peak, a green summit jabbing out of a drifting necklace of pearly mist, the eagles circling above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;There was nothing corny about the Hong Kong skyline. It was not like Shanghai where you always knew that the grand old buildings on the Bund were really just the beautiful leftovers of a colonial dream. This was a place that had been untouched by any ideology, a city that had never worshipped any god by money. Even now, reclaimed by the motherland, Hong Kong was all that the great cities of the mainland aspired to be." - Tony Parsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photos -amazingly taken by Hina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SbZcj9ehNNI/AAAAAAAAEdk/MxzlxhG_Ax8/s1600-h/hk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311534583397823698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SbZcj9ehNNI/AAAAAAAAEdk/MxzlxhG_Ax8/s400/hk3.jpg" 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/11455286-7384568871631972631?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7384568871631972631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7384568871631972631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7384568871631972631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7384568871631972631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/hong-kong-skyline.html' title='Hong Kong skyline'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Qrf7SiElJc/SbZcdXe6sfI/AAAAAAAAEdc/PYlcs9SFGRk/s72-c/hk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-6286254699632834257</id><published>2009-03-05T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:47:39.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the possibility of ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dining in a restaurant and the people sitting at other tables around you order exactly the same stuff as you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picking up a 500 dollar note on the floor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working past midnight on consecutive nights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being within 500 m of your home, and it suddenly pours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-6286254699632834257?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6286254699632834257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=6286254699632834257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6286254699632834257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/6286254699632834257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-possibility-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-5143203529653494581</id><published>2009-03-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:20:48.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all that pink fluff is love'/><title type='text'>Simple joys</title><content type='html'>The pink fluffs this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coming back to a quiet room after hearing an entire day of noise, and waking up to your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Knowing you remembered the words I most casually spoke when I've forgotten them myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having something in mind, but someone else voice the exact same words out (what's the probability of that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You, satisfying my every whim and fancy and agreeing to share my fats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Catching up on each other's life, and never feeling the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laughing myself silly :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-5143203529653494581?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5143203529653494581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=5143203529653494581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5143203529653494581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/5143203529653494581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-joys.html' title='Simple joys'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7492569906196260504</id><published>2009-02-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:38:43.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arty farty'/><title type='text'>This is what you shall do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This is what you shall do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the earth and the sun and the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despise riches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give alms to everyone that asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for the stupid and crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devote your income and labour to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate tyrants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue not concerning god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have patience and indulgence toward the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off your hat to nothing known or unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or to any man or number of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walt Whitman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;If only we can define and live a life like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7492569906196260504?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7492569906196260504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7492569906196260504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7492569906196260504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7492569906196260504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-you-shall-do.html' title='This is what you shall do'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7634757145550038883</id><published>2009-02-16T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:05:40.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I know... I've gone MIA, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not without a good reason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or many good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to catch up on work after the CNY break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to watch Zaia - but it didn't live up to my expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Venetian bed was sooooo comfy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad I caught a cold that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always fall sick when I return to HK - not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i've been addicted to gossip girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to catch another episode before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-7634757145550038883?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7634757145550038883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7634757145550038883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7634757145550038883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7634757145550038883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-7418312984614255645</id><published>2009-02-01T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:06:27.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'>Making way back ... home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's almost 3 and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has passed so quickly, and oddly. It's not even half a year since I'm gone to HK to work but already I feel the distance and the not meeting of minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is a great time for me to come home because of the public holidays and weekends, which give me more time at home instead of a mad rush to do everything over a weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a bad time to meet up with friends. Understandably... since cny = family time and visiting and weekdays are working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pushing my will on people to meet up with me. I was happy to have time on my own, not working, just shopping and people watching or even just lazing at home, falling asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do not wish to have situations where people feel obliged. It shouldn't be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends whom i've not managed to meet and catch up, i'm sorry... but you guys will be part of the reason for me to come back home the next time i do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones whom I did meet and we had such a great time - thanks. It was really good seeing all of you and sharing the comfort that while the world is spinning ever so quickly, there is always one hour (or more) to spare to build our special moment. ^ ^ &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/11455286-7418312984614255645?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7418312984614255645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=7418312984614255645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7418312984614255645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/7418312984614255645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-way-back-home.html' title='Making way back ... home?'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-1474960961279363133</id><published>2009-01-29T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:34:22.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo mo mo'/><title type='text'>A profile pic</title><content type='html'>I never knew how much pain a profile pic can cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to cry with you and say that everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you do know that no one can help you walk out of it besides yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not just all sunshine and smiles -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is not posted, is the grey which is best kept secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-1474960961279363133?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1474960961279363133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=1474960961279363133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1474960961279363133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/1474960961279363133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/profile-pic.html' title='A profile pic'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-4930464482614365217</id><published>2009-01-27T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:43:35.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitten by the travel bug'/><title type='text'>The full story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;finally back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to call up jetstar to enquire for available tickets. Their system showed all tickets being sold out. I had a good 5 min chat with the operator, complaining about how ridiculous it is that I missed my flight, even when I checked in well ahead of 40 min!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this time round, Jason made sure there's ample time to get to the airport, check in, go through immigration, and called to make sure I stay put at the boarding gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like it was de javu all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case I haven't told you, here's the full story... of how I missed my flight on that fateful thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had arrived at the airport perfectly - remembering all the stuff I had to take home. Checked in my luggage, gone through immigration, and even walked past the boarding gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, I thought I had sufficient time to go and buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my flight is at 815pm. From all my previous late-for-flight experiences, I had always managed to board the plane even when it's time for the plane to take off. My manila flight is the best case in point (I even had to throw away my skincare lotion, cos I was late for check in too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no... not with this flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the boarding gate at 800pm. Another 15 min before the plane takes off. But 5 min too late - the ground staff told me the coach to the plane had already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?! Coach to the plane??? How can I forget that this budget does that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to argue my way through, in hope of getting a buggy to take me to the plane, but NO.... unfriendly and unhelpful ground staff refused to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go to Airline services counter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did, and so obviously the plane would have taken off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I found out there are no other flights that evening, nor the following day. SQ, CX, UA... all fully booked -- Are there that many people going back to sg from hk?!?! Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I panicked, the thought of being stranded in hk, and missing CNY at home was terrible. Worse, my phone batt was going flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my one phone call and I ended up bawling my eyes out. Jason asked if I was kidding him. I wished it was all a nightmare and I'd wake up and everything would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was cut off before any solutions were offered. Phones at the airline services counter are just for internal use. And I have just a couple of coins (at times like this, I know i should have carried the damn heavy hk coins with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached for the payphone and I made the most difficult call that night - back home, to my mum. The first thing she asked me, "So soon reach sg already?" And I bawled once more. And before we could end the call properly, i ran out of coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great that there's free wifi at the airport and a bf who checks his bberry religiously. "He can pacify my mum", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no flights to sg, no other available ticket (and I don't want to pay and be waitlisted and having to wait at the airport), I made my way back to my hk home, WITH my checked-in luggage. Can you believe it?!?! They didn't even load my luggage on the plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed a series of unfortunate events which could have been prevented if:&lt;br /&gt;1. the ground staff had been more proactive and helpful and assist me with calling the airline staff right away &lt;em&gt;(the travelling time from gate to plane is only 3 minutes ... yes, I timed it this time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the airline had identified passenger who had checked in luggage, went through immigration, so surely she must be loitering (or lost) in the airport somewhere AND make a final call for her throught the public announcement system OR her mobile -- why the hell do airlines get our contact details for??? so they can send direct emailers to junk up our mailbox????&lt;br /&gt;3. the passenger had been advised that there will be a coach to the plane during check in and that would take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos, I admit that I made the mistake of being late (but not THAT late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the night, after jason calmed my nerves and went through a list of solutions... he asked if there's anything I had learnt from this ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - never take freaking budget jet and be more demanding when you need immediate assistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, everyone is amazed that I can miss my flight - and in such a silly fashion too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-4930464482614365217?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4930464482614365217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=4930464482614365217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4930464482614365217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/4930464482614365217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/full-story.html' title='The full story'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-8448748620222754047</id><published>2009-01-22T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:35:48.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I have run out of luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the previous close-to-missing-my-flight encounters have finally drained me away of any luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my flight back to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. BIG TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-8448748620222754047?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8448748620222754047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=8448748620222754047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8448748620222754047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/8448748620222754047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-i-have-run-out-of-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11455286.post-166652291540091926</id><published>2009-01-22T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:19:53.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><title type='text'>Living on a rush</title><content type='html'>Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly living (or leaving) in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a complete rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No toilet visits, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lunch, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly gives me a high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a high typing furiously and watching alphabets and words appear just as I think them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a high packing up and cleaning up my place last night, knowing I'd be on the flight home tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mad airport rush in 4 hours' time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11455286-166652291540091926?l=bzbeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/feeds/166652291540091926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11455286&amp;postID=166652291540091926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/166652291540091926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11455286/posts/default/166652291540091926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzbeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-on-rush.html' title='Living on a rush'/><author><name>bzbeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13612223399944485570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
