<?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-1128505841400189910</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:19:28.424+08:00</updated><category term='Orange Fridayz'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='Sakura'/><category term='fack'/><category term='SLR'/><category term='quote'/><category term='nice song'/><category term='Worned out'/><category term='complexity'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='clutter'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='humidity'/><category term='HOPE'/><category term='Levis'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='Wednesday'/><category term='Choice'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='recycle'/><category term='IPod Timberland'/><category term='habitat'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='Saturdayz'/><category term='Green Mondayz'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Sky'/><category term='imagine'/><category term='Thursday'/><category term='Tiger Beer'/><category term='N3BP'/><category term='Black on Tuesdayz'/><category term='food'/><category term='Royce'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='seascape'/><category term='U2'/><category term='No Line On the Horizon'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Roots'/><category term='Modern-Life'/><category term='landscape'/><category term='painting'/><category term='Festival'/><category term='grunt'/><title type='text'>Resuree: ATheStart</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a coverflow of instances flipping through each day of our existance. Knowing that tomorrow will be better than today.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-8891915935682334321</id><published>2012-01-24T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:57:13.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>20120124: 张三的歌</title><content type='html'>我要带你到处去飞翔&lt;br /&gt;走遍世界各地去观赏&lt;br /&gt;没有烦恼没有那悲伤&lt;br /&gt;自由自在身心多开朗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘掉痛苦忘掉那地方&lt;br /&gt;我们一起启程去流浪&lt;br /&gt;虽然没有华厦美衣裳&lt;br /&gt;但是心里充满着希望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们要飞到那遥远地方看一看&lt;br /&gt;这世界并非那么凄凉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们要飞到那遥远地方望一望&lt;br /&gt;这世界还是一片的光亮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7FVwO-yZrc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7FVwO-yZrc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song &amp;amp; performance by 胡夏 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8891915935682334321?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8891915935682334321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8891915935682334321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2012/01/20120124.html' title='20120124: 张三的歌'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4896443044063769676</id><published>2012-01-23T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:22:16.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><title type='text'>20120123: Aye for the Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Aye for the Chinese New Year, the abundance prosperity &amp;amp; Good times ahead!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;23:58PM At 2 minutes before midnight, started to let off the paperpao. Only we 2 were at home. Dad &amp;amp; Mom took the unusual step to cruise around the BDC flyover area, just out 5 minutes ago. ??? Probably enjoying their patou time at the golden age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;00:00AM Rain rain rain a little. BOBOBOBOBBOMMMMMMMM, the noise was louder than usual due to we letting 'em rip hanging under the car park roof to avoid getting wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The whole neighbourhood was all lite up and ready for the climax, this year seems like all the big taukehs earned a lot, so we hoi polloi get to enjoy their money rocketed up to the heavens and bursting into colourful flames with noise as loud as thunder, end up we all being blessed by their smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Watched the TV until around 3am, it is the duty of children to sleep late on Chinese Lunar New Year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8AM??? Sometime in the morning, heard the noise of Lion Dance, and doze off again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;11:30AM WOke up still in a daze. My cousins &amp;amp; aunties had already started visiting around 10am. After catching up their stories from my dad, we had lunch. Oh yeah, the first of my outdoor activity was letting off a sparrow, it flew away happily, hope its parents are near to guide it how to fly higher, survive, prosper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took in the morning coffee with the afternoon lunch soup. Then it's back to ZZZzzz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy  Chinese New Year 2012! Dragon Slayer, here I come!!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4896443044063769676?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4896443044063769676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4896443044063769676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2012/01/20120123-aye-for-lunar-new-year.html' title='20120123: Aye for the Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3995531759579564237</id><published>2012-01-19T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:51:56.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20120119: Baggage o' Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Experience can be a double-edged katana. It holds the key to how we view, interpret things, develop into knowledge and the way we judge what's right from left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;From there onwards, an aesthetic forms and become known as baggage we carry around in our daily lives, whether it's registered in our instant consciousness or not.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Inspired by pekchekness while rummaging thru all the luggage clutter boxes and stuff on Spring2012 in Kuching.&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/1128505841400189910-3995531759579564237?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3995531759579564237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3995531759579564237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3995531759579564237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3995531759579564237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2012/01/20120119-baggage-o-experience.html' title='20120119: Baggage o&apos; Experience'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-6456399433908940319</id><published>2012-01-18T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:15:27.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black on Tuesdayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>20120118: It Starts with a Dream</title><content type='html'>2012 started with a dream this morning, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some painting on the wall under the hot sun on a fine Tuesday. It usually showers at noon without warning during this time of the year, Jan-Febish. As I looked up the sky to check the weather, I saw 3 dark birds supervising me (admiring my work hopefully). They were standing perched equal distanced at the edge of the white roof. The background sky was clear blue with a few thin clouds. Did not see the Sun ray as I was working in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trios were black silent and overlooking me, not sure whether I was standing, siting or crouching. As my eyes made contact with the one in the middle, it look up to the heavens. Anyway, I was wearing shades on the hot day, so it probably caught it's own reflected eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not remembering whether they flew away or did it rained, I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside my room. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6456399433908940319?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6456399433908940319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6456399433908940319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6456399433908940319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6456399433908940319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2012/01/20120118-it-starts-with-dream.html' title='20120118: It Starts with a Dream'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-3781156492038509224</id><published>2011-08-26T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:46:46.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern-Life'/><title type='text'>20110826: Out of Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Are we getting Out of Space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJbAv1wqxSY/TluIAjEoXWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QLvsgKqEbdM/s1600/oos01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJbAv1wqxSY/TluIAjEoXWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QLvsgKqEbdM/s400/oos01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646256100835089762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Went back to the old house we used to live. Almost everything has changed, the neighbor got married and had a new born baby and the other neighbor has moved also, replaced by young unfamiliar faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WkvBqDl7ZM/TluIJ86O-_I/AAAAAAAAAME/nMxzArroAEQ/s1600/oos02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WkvBqDl7ZM/TluIJ86O-_I/AAAAAAAAAME/nMxzArroAEQ/s400/oos02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646256262389627890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A mixed feeling, a tinge of sadness and rejoice creeps up at the back of my mind and all of a sudden that feeling of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;away from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; surfaced again, my parents, siblings, nephews &amp;amp; friends. Even the scent of newly cut grass after the rain smells different here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KerTaD1gMW8/TluIYvkrZHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mxsRWaQga1o/s1600/oos03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KerTaD1gMW8/TluIYvkrZHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mxsRWaQga1o/s400/oos03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646256516507591794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Home is where we grew up in, surrounded by family, friends and things that we are familiar with. A place where we could go back again and again in the hope of finding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nothing has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &amp;amp; in our mind, will remain the same for our remembrance until eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Although the landscape has changed a bit, the trademark row of trees are still standing green. Not sure for how long though. I heard some have been relocated to make way for transportation needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpD0RR2mGLw/TluIoCkjolI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRN6HAYTJOY/s1600/oos04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpD0RR2mGLw/TluIoCkjolI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRN6HAYTJOY/s400/oos04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646256779305394770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In pursuit of happiness and needful things, our life should be getting better &amp;amp; better. But these days, for the sake of development, in the name of modernization and capitalism, seems that what once was valued are replaced by mere investment tools, slapped on with a price tag, mark with a dollar sign &amp;amp; traded for making profit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63tDkZLCw2Q/TluI3Gw3fGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JTR4x3cpNvw/s1600/oos05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63tDkZLCw2Q/TluI3Gw3fGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JTR4x3cpNvw/s400/oos05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646257038128807010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Get on the band wagon or be left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is the mentality I felt going on these days. This message pours over to the younger generations of Haves and Have-Nots, whether they understand it, want to accept it or not. Thus creating a void which seems may only be filled by newer material things &amp;amp; the latest shiny gadgets. Hence a new generation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your Rich Dad &amp;amp; My Poor Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; youth is born. Comparing amongst themselves who has got the shinier new toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As a Chinese saying goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;旧的不去，新的不来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If the old don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t go, the new cannot come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But what if we can appreciate and preserve the old way, and figure out another discreet direction to arrive in a new way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ysTDEwbbJw/TluJHERnHRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3nbcPFRPUe4/s1600/oos06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ysTDEwbbJw/TluJHERnHRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3nbcPFRPUe4/s400/oos06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646257312338746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Getting from here to there, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s always a way so that no one has to suffer. Some may say &amp;amp; some might already have thought or say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but it is elusive and getting there may not be a happy journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &amp;amp; it might not even yield as much money as would have preferred; which is now advertised as the purpose of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some be asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;where is this so called WAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and expecting a simple answer in a short 12 words sentence. Luckily, life doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t count as short as twelve. General advice would be to buy lottery &amp;amp; if you strike it, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ve got the A N S. The thing is, there is no one perfect available answer about how to get there, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s what people should realized when they finished those reading all those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How I made f##king Billions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt; book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt; margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOuiPXU_uAs/TluJW7VZSYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/88cUbvrIyvo/s1600/oos07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOuiPXU_uAs/TluJW7VZSYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/88cUbvrIyvo/s400/oos07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646257584816605570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like the lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s who sure all the glitter is gold, or that room at the top of the stairs, there is sure a way to climb up the stairway to heaven. Each one of us has to chart our own journey in order to arrive there in life, &amp;amp; it is measured by definition of self. As long as we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;re breathing and our eyes can see ahead, mark that path and make way for the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast- mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3781156492038509224?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3781156492038509224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3781156492038509224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3781156492038509224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3781156492038509224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/08/20110826-out-of-space.html' title='20110826: Out of Space'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/-pJbAv1wqxSY/TluIAjEoXWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QLvsgKqEbdM/s72-c/oos01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4839646380170846141</id><published>2011-07-28T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:28:04.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'>20110728: The Day It Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyQ9MsvRYDY/TjFHgHY6-bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4mm3XxgZnAA/s1600/ADay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyQ9MsvRYDY/TjFHgHY6-bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4mm3XxgZnAA/s400/ADay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634363225882163634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't a Thursday that I had ever imagined,&lt;br /&gt;As things fall into places with minor complications.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of sadness lingers in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was just ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things must someday come to be,&lt;br /&gt;As an end to a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Embark on a new journey of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;in this existence known as LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things happened according to THE PLAN,&lt;br /&gt;on The Day It Was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by a MOM incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4839646380170846141?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4839646380170846141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4839646380170846141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/07/20110728-day-it-was.html' title='20110728: The Day It Was'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/-IyQ9MsvRYDY/TjFHgHY6-bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4mm3XxgZnAA/s72-c/ADay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-9059166140665631734</id><published>2011-07-12T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:16:15.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black on Tuesdayz'/><title type='text'>20110712: Rejuvenation</title><content type='html'>As I look out my window pane, the afternoon Sun shone without mercy down the crack earth, drying everything in it's path. The weather seems odd these few days. With late afternoon downpour just enough to wet the earth and then disappear as soon as it came.&lt;br /&gt;One of the trees has grown quite tall with it's branches reaching up for the sky, it seems to be shedding it's leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, a fire broke out and nearly burnt it down. The branches at the bottom of the tree has dried up, but it still remain bushy at the upper part. I hope it will continue to survive &amp; flourish as the shade is very much needed to cool the surrounding environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just by shedding leaves and then growing new shoots &amp; branches. This shows that even plants in evergreen tropical country need to rejuvenate. Ever notice that the trees look the same but feels differently? Every year, around that same time, there's a different feeling or a scent in the air that we just could not describe. Maybe we do have our seasons here after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejuvenation is part of a yearly process necessary for growth, not only in spring time do we need to clean up our room, sometime we need that extra energy &amp; push from our surrounding to proceed, to reach out &amp; touch the Sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-9059166140665631734?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/9059166140665631734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=9059166140665631734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/9059166140665631734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/9059166140665631734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/07/20110712-rejuvenation.html' title='20110712: Rejuvenation'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-3843635725922411397</id><published>2011-07-05T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:35:48.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><title type='text'>20110705: Flying Time &amp; Space</title><content type='html'>At half past 2011, it's the annual month of July again, the Sun has turned making nice shadow during early morning and hot late afternoons. The world is flying in a different time &amp; space. Lady Gaga, big square phones with Identity, unforeseen natural disasters, 2 part final episodes &amp; social networking.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best of times, it's the worst of times, (IMHO) anytime is a good time to live in, as long as we're breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Will the land open up like what we saw in movies about disaster?&lt;br /&gt;will we experience an apocalyptic days without sky?&lt;br /&gt;Some care, some doesn't, most are busy living their lives everyday to take note or lay their concern for this end to all meaning of existence.&lt;br /&gt;Some even tried to force fear by announcing judgement day while the end didn't bother to come, hence causing skeptic non-believer like me to live another day.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a farmer &amp; thank the Sun for shining each day, would that make me a Sun worshiper? but since I'm not a farmer I would still be eating the vegetable simply shone by the sun, making me accountable for the thirst &amp; hunger fulfilled by the enlightened of leaves. In the end, that is still indirect sun consumerism no matter how they tried to conceal or sugar coat it.&lt;br /&gt;When talking about space, there might be a coincidence in how things come to be. Like the volcanic ash from Chile blown by the wind &amp; harassing the air space over Australia. Never could I imagine, ashes as big as our feet, shooting up in the air, and then coming down on another continent across the sea. Didn't bother to really look it up in the internet, but I did found some stunning pictures of the volcanic eruption. Makes you wonder from the safety behind the screen, are those natural earthly entities? or green tights space suits humanoids master-stationing &amp; manipulating the clouds?&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow never comes? If it comes, I'll let you know tomorrow. Peace out dude. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3843635725922411397?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3843635725922411397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3843635725922411397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3843635725922411397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3843635725922411397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/07/20110705-flying-time-space.html' title='20110705: Flying Time &amp; Space'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-6727704626655539770</id><published>2011-04-13T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:08:25.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choice'/><title type='text'>20110413: The Choices We Make in Our Life</title><content type='html'>First choice of the day, whether we make a decision to wake up or keep snuck up in bed until the alarm snooze-off. Arosen from dreamland on a cold morning, the sun is already up but the rain keeps it cool... the April rainy season is here for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Coffee or tea, do we order teh tarik or nescafe for that jolt of energy? that flows over during brushing of our teeth. As the morning progress decison decisons decisions. Little decisions we make each day stake-up to the choices we made or will make in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What we wear, the colour of our cloths, pants &amp;amp; shoes. Many would argue the importance of fengshui and how people preceive what's on our back, the car we drive &amp;amp; translate them into our behaviour, hint of our preference and what our future beholds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What we've read in magazines, may in fact unconsciously bump our head into our action further down the road. Humanity is possibily the least of the things we worried about in the present tense, but after things fall into places and it doesn't suit our choice we suddenly realized, we hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mirroring what we do through our thoughts and controlling actions, as the seconds passus by we may not know what have happened. Until one day we suddenly awaken, "Is the mirror showing our true self or just a projection?" The face we see we must have forgotten, or the cataracts in our eyes, blurred our vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As life progress &amp;amp; profess itself all through the years, the world around it also changed &amp;amp; evolved, whether it's turning to better or worst... The things we do today tomorrow and there after, they all boil down to the choices we make, made &amp;amp; will make in our lives. Do we want others to make it for us? Can other people define us better than ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are to be responsible for our lives if not ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Who are to be blamed for our lives if not ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6727704626655539770?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6727704626655539770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6727704626655539770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6727704626655539770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6727704626655539770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/04/20110413-choices-we-make-in-our-life.html' title='20110413: The Choices We Make in Our Life'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4171807920595238876</id><published>2011-03-27T23:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:31:45.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>20110327: Of Food, Taste &amp; Paying Respect to the Dead</title><content type='html'>5AM prep the food and stuffs for praying.&lt;br /&gt;7:15 car pool with relative.&lt;br /&gt;7:45 left for the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This time we went earlier to avoid the crowding, traffic jam, smoke, etc... The weather was sunny though not as hot as today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cheng Meng is the time to pay respect to our ancestors and also a chance to meet up with relatives. Pray, cold food, hot weather, smell of joss stick, melting candles, colour papers, burning of hell notes, paper 7-series (as in BMW), LV accesories cloths and other stuffs. I have to applaude the creativity &amp;amp; skill of the people who hand made all the car, house for this occasion. Wonder if they have a blue print for making stuff like this? Or the skill is pass down from generation to generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  About the food (whole chicken, the fish, some huat kueh cake, ang koo kueh, etc), since the time I was little, it's always have this strange taste after praying. The old saying goes that our ancestors had "blessed" the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The hot weather &amp; UV rays from the sun might have add to the "mutation" of the taste.&lt;br /&gt;2) The joss stick could have intercepted &amp; blunted our sense of smell for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;3) The food might have been "aged" during the journey in the vehicle (instead of the usual 8 hours).&lt;br /&gt;4) The reheating-up the food for eating later may have caused the taste to change, especially if cook with soya sauce and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;5) Some say the taste was taken away. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not sure whether it's a torture or enjoyment to hear family gossips, &amp;amp; seeing some of my aunties, you do tend to realize that people do not change much, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree &amp;amp; it's not a Culture Re-Shock event. Some same generation relatives you haven't seen for a long time, even if you meet on the street also couldn't recognise them. Some mentioned of dream they had report?broadcast? from our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In this fast-paced modern age, Cheng Meng festival provides a rare opportunity for that sweet and bitter walk down memory lane for all of us. Hopefully the fond memory will last longer than the viral ones. After all, remembering that catchy song tune: "We Are Family !" &amp; the Blessed Food of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4171807920595238876?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4171807920595238876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4171807920595238876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4171807920595238876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4171807920595238876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/03/20110327-of-food-taste-paying-respect.html' title='20110327: Of Food, Taste &amp; Paying Respect to the Dead'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4543119457620438261</id><published>2011-02-01T05:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:51:27.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><title type='text'>20110201: Usagi!!! Usagi!!! (Wabbit! Wabbit!)</title><content type='html'>"Usagi !!! Usagi !!!", this is year of rabbit and another chapter of my existence on this planet earth. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Kuching. It's 2.16 am in the morning, and I'm still up. New year's not the same without sleepless nights like this. chuckle..&lt;br /&gt;Ya... &amp;amp; checking facebook status &amp;amp; replying &amp;amp; poking people too. Haha...I've been quite adamant in protecting my fingers seeing dad's messed up fingers. Luckily I didn't saw off my left index finger while doing last minute woodwork just now (Onitofo...)&lt;br /&gt;Preparing also clothing for New Year, felt relieved this year, somewhat. Comforting knowing that I'm shielded from unpleasantries tomorrow evening. Not that I'm not keen to handle it. "Bla.. me!" blatantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is still a mess as I manuever through it like the front lawn. Well, still a long way to go from completion, but I'm pretty confident that the mess will be gone come CNY morning. :D sort of a Santa TPK (Tua Pek Kong or another) mentality maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute clean-up procrastination seems to be a normal phenomena as long as I can remember. Usually things last until reunion dinner. CNY (Chinese New Year) is not the same without hectic disorientation like this.&lt;br /&gt;It's a relief to be able to cherish memories of minor urusei-ness (noisy) like this. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is the best learning place for understanding our roots, and also the history and previous generation and how they made us who we are today. In past years, I usually used this time to do resolutions and stuffs, but this year, I'm going to CHANCE it &amp;amp; ACCEPT things as they come along. Like the saying, when life throw your cure ball, when life give you lemon, etc. Live life as 2012 as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, I get sick on the first day of CNY, then I slept through the whole morning :-p, sometime throughout the day until to the 2nd day, come to think of it, it's sort of solitary confinement. Now... I think I know why I do not feel the anguish or anxiety felt by others during a faraway from home CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poking people at 3.08am in facebook seems to be on the menu of fun these days. kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't finish my cup of coffee, hah another 11 minutes 8 seconds to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Minor habits to reconsider:&lt;br /&gt;1) Use pencil to write (many pencil lying around found during house cleaning)&lt;br /&gt;2) Wear glove when handling things&lt;br /&gt;3) Let the temperament flair&lt;br /&gt;4) recycle rubbish into gold&lt;br /&gt;5) Waking up early, preparing and getting ready&lt;br /&gt;6) pickup, do, until finish, put down.&lt;br /&gt;7) Sort of pick up where you left off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:28 time to ZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4543119457620438261?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4543119457620438261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4543119457620438261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4543119457620438261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4543119457620438261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/02/20110201-usagi-usagi-wabbit-wabbit.html' title='20110201: Usagi!!! Usagi!!! (Wabbit! Wabbit!)'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-614964463922733564</id><published>2011-01-08T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:19:56.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdayz'/><title type='text'>20110108: Beginning of a New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 is here, bye-bye 2010. Last year has been a cool, serene, quiet year. I enjoyed it a lot (maybe more so than I ever did), a journey of recovery, recycle, remixes, rebla-bla-bla...&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people I know had a good year. So is me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TSlE6lr-WPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zVjtRiS_vqk/s1600/2011_p.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TSlFMz09DZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vRYbCzmnCP8/s1600/2011_p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560051301338647954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TSlFMz09DZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vRYbCzmnCP8/s400/2011_p.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;一开始.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the chinese saying goes, "It starts with one" (like the Linkin Park song), 2011 is the beginning of a new decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past keywords:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regrets - definition of regret is the thing you wished to do but didn't do. Either I did not dig deep enough, it's buried too deep, or I just can't find any. It might as well just slip through the cracks. Oh ya, maybe the fact that I did not update my blog every month. As situation evolve, we human beings will always find a way to make better use and take charge of it. So, this becomes circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances - The deal is one thing I am quite pissed at myself is concluding, minding, seeing, smelling, rotating, reading, feeling, judging, saying, speeding, &amp;amp; other bla, being too emotional (over 50%? then what is a good %? 20 pa emotion 80 pa logical?)&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that someone once said "Takes 10 years to know a person and took only 5 minutes to make a decision." So emotional (20/80?) is critically next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional - IQ, EQ, MQ &amp;amp; all the other Qs. I did a search &amp;amp; found &lt;a href="http://www.bobox.com/home/"&gt;so many Q-testing&lt;/a&gt; WTF. Anyways, 20 pa emotion 80 pa logical sounds good. Emotional is connected to the food we eat, bananas &amp;amp; chocolate are 1+1 of the food I love, so next on the card should be health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health - Health problems are bound to happen when you lease expect it. Be vigilant all the time no matter how healthy you are. One person may not agree with me that "Health is Wealth", but that's ok, I agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreement - Is it really worth the energy you use to open &amp;amp; move your mouth, the grey cells for that matter, the voice you use for karaoke, body muscle movement of any to convince people to get into agreement with you? I guess that really depends on what the win-win result desired. Is it really worth ones effort? While the other just spend a "No". Take a note on one worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nett Worth - Concentrate on value added work, task and chores which will give a positive result or a negative result but a plus learning experience. Leave the grunt job when you're in a viral or estrange bad mood. See the value in time, but not so far as to make it one liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liability - Those things that you pay but can only give you less (like insurance). One aunty invested 500k, but only got back 400k. One uncle entrust his money to his banker, but did not get any interest, because the bank never inform him properly that the interest is not guarantee one, now he is suing the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLL - Life-Long-Learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRR - Reduce Reuse Recycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this new 2011 at full throttle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-614964463922733564?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/614964463922733564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/614964463922733564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2011/01/20110108-beginning-of-new-year.html' title='20110108: Beginning of a New Year'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/TSlFMz09DZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vRYbCzmnCP8/s72-c/2011_p.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3475663861925105645</id><published>2010-10-16T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:32:55.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdayz'/><title type='text'>20101016: This Strange Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Sometime we best take it easy on a Strange Saturday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere amongst &amp;amp; in between,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;words were lost and so it seems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disconnection early in the morning,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;become haywired throughout the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound of birds' chirp awaken me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dream seems wer' interrupted,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that I could remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strangely I sat mosquito bit me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;between here now &amp;amp; all the grunt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turning to slack &amp;amp; laid back again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;began the chores of growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3475663861925105645?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3475663861925105645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3475663861925105645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/10/20101016-this-strange-saturday.html' title='20101016: This Strange Saturday'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3668741755189865000</id><published>2010-09-09T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:09:18.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'>20100909: Doing Something About It</title><content type='html'>Doing xxx about something &amp;amp; then doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;Rainy day and coup up in Kuching. Kuching weather is like this one, I witnessed a magnificent storm front chasing down the eastern horizon with no mercy a while ago. Then the rain came, flinging down all the cats and dogs from heaven to down below. I once read a book, written by Kuching people, the writer seems to be "female-dogging" a.k.a. b1tching about the rainy weather in Kuching, and here I am, also biatching about the rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I like rainy weather, if it floods, I don't have to go to school. Now that's really old-skool. Usually school don't flood in this millenium anymore. &amp;amp; i've been out of school for eons.&lt;br /&gt;So... What to do in the rainy weather?&lt;br /&gt;1) Write a blog log such as this&lt;br /&gt;2) Watch TV? the dish might get electrocuted&lt;br /&gt;3) Call up your Kuching friend who is also caught in the rain? las time I use to do this but now no.&lt;br /&gt;4) Tidy up your room?&lt;br /&gt;5) Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain (hmmm. . . sounds interesting)&lt;br /&gt;6) ZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3668741755189865000?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3668741755189865000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3668741755189865000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/09/20100909-doing-something-about-it.html' title='20100909: Doing Something About It'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6004391595930450477</id><published>2010-09-01T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:46:59.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20100901: Clutter Let Go</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd learn of letting go,&lt;br /&gt;but a tinge of meloncholy filled the air today.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling surged like a whirlpool in my empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to taste the feeling I'd long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Left behind not to be found again.&lt;br /&gt;Until today, the memory lingers &amp;amp; seems to come alive&lt;br /&gt;as I place each item into its compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another time and space,&lt;br /&gt;remember that sleep deprived night&lt;br /&gt;remember taking out tons of trash&lt;br /&gt;remember cleaning up the closet&lt;br /&gt;remember the coffee &amp;amp; the cold in the aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet of joy in everyone's face&lt;br /&gt;as they turn up to say farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time, Do Not Let Go No More.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6004391595930450477?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6004391595930450477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6004391595930450477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/09/20100901-clutter-let-go.html' title='20100901: Clutter Let Go'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1605566006418065900</id><published>2010-08-27T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:19:46.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>20100827: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"When prune the roots, part of the greens will dry up &amp;amp; gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvnfKKGCTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A43eFPw1UnU/s1600/Plants+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511253091506587954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvnfKKGCTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A43eFPw1UnU/s400/Plants+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvfLofnKsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wWDtdNqwLZo/s1600/Plants+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do roots, usually, whether as in real life or metaphor, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let it spread wild in the pots like none of my business, then finally one day it's in need of some re-rooting or change pot. At this instant comes the irony, whether do we just prune the roots only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices time:&lt;br /&gt;A) Let mother nature take it's course, Do nothing&lt;br /&gt;B) Prune the roots &amp;amp; greens&lt;br /&gt;C) Prune the roots &amp;amp; let the greens grow &amp;amp; then prune it like they do Jade&lt;br /&gt;D) A perfect brew of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like molding an animal garden. Bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1605566006418065900?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1605566006418065900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1605566006418065900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1605566006418065900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1605566006418065900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100827-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100827: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/THvnfKKGCTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A43eFPw1UnU/s72-c/Plants+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-9183178619354675988</id><published>2010-08-25T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:41:14.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><title type='text'>20100825: Something for the Pain</title><content type='html'>Wanted to write something about PEIN.&lt;br /&gt;"Itami wo Kanjirou" - Feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;"Itami wo Kangaerou" - Ponder the pain (the real Pein will not use contemplate)&lt;br /&gt;"Itami wo Uketore" - Embrace the pain (the real Pein will not just use accept)&lt;br /&gt;"Itami wo Shire" - Know the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I went in search of a pain song I used to listen to:&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi's "Something for the Pain", then I saw "Someday I'll be Saturday Night"; one of my favourite songs of all time. Hmmm, think i'll include it in my marathon mix.&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey. . . then I watched "These Days" on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what it is, I guess I'm having one of those moments. . .&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't nobody left but us these days."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-9183178619354675988?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/9183178619354675988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=9183178619354675988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/9183178619354675988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/9183178619354675988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100825-something-for-pain.html' title='20100825: Something for the Pain'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-353938771044228254</id><published>2010-08-19T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:12:31.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>20100819: To Be or Not To be, that is the Question</title><content type='html'>Shakespeare bores me, BUT... when a certain faction of my friends brought it up during the sort of engaging conversation done under casual circumstances, I was forced to search through my head for any form of connection with the Bard. Only image to come up is me hands on the cover of a Shakespearish book &amp;amp; yellowing pages, pan in for a closest encounter reveal my 2 fingers on the cover, didn't even read the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;A deeper image would be Gilligan doing "I aught to be or not to be..." in black and white which totally doesn't take me there to the second verse.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found out that in some country, primary school children read Shakespeare in the extra school activity. And they will remember it the rest of their remaining lives. OMG, the trick is to impart the knowledge when they are young and let them choose their path.&lt;br /&gt;After Hamlet, the "groupies" talk about Venice Merchant, hmmm... totally lost me there. I heard of Venice but never thought that Shakespeare could do rowing a gondola. Some keywords "happy ending", "pound of flesh", "ring".&lt;br /&gt;Putting these thoughts aside, I need to find that book which is still somewhere waiting to be read.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-353938771044228254?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/353938771044228254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=353938771044228254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/353938771044228254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/353938771044228254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100820-to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is.html' title='20100819: To Be or Not To be, that is the Question'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-1203626853177914907</id><published>2010-08-15T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:51:24.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>20100815: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can always blame it on August."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: Hot Summer season, I get sick easy. I always get those big sickness in August.&lt;br /&gt;I get hungover without alcohol just the other day. That's August fault.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs &amp;amp; birds pi55ed on my car more on August.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes swell like those bubble eyes gold fish one August, thought I was going blind.&lt;br /&gt;One August, I sprained my ankle twice, thought I was never gonna walk again (a bit exagerated).&lt;br /&gt;rev: Thought I was gonna be a limpbizkit for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for September. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1203626853177914907?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1203626853177914907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1203626853177914907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1203626853177914907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1203626853177914907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100815-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100815: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-3577697076616893204</id><published>2010-08-11T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:45:29.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><title type='text'>20100811: This Letter</title><content type='html'>Wrote something during a Wait time of 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear R,&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a mad season of busyness for the past couple of years, to come to an end like this what could you request more of yourself? Did you reach for the sky and steal the moon?&lt;br /&gt;If you had, it must be set quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do to the rest your life? or another lifetime which ever comes first?&lt;br /&gt;Is it already Xmas in August? Why do I see Xmas trees at Orchard? Strange season it may seems to have a pair of deer antler stuck on people's skull.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the nextoff days of becoming, Do 10 things for the next 10 terms? Or until you get another zeroing like M meekly tweeted. Just for the kick of it and challenge vs needs.&lt;br /&gt;So how fast can you deal?&lt;br /&gt;Fast, Far, Fun &amp;amp; another bunches of "F"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH... this letter will self-destruct in 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Hold it, someone you know just sneaked by with a greeting.&lt;br /&gt;Another 6 minutes of being bored perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kono tegami wo yondara sugu ni sutete hoshii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOMMMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3577697076616893204?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3577697076616893204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3577697076616893204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3577697076616893204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3577697076616893204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100811-this-letter.html' title='20100811: This Letter'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-5838510180688274511</id><published>2010-08-03T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:28:22.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>20100803: Exercise for Not Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Don't work for money, Money should be working for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this inspiration after some old pop song ran into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;'She works hard for the money, dum dum dum dum&lt;br /&gt;So hard for the money, teng teng teng teng,&lt;br /&gt;She works hard for the money so you better treat her right.&lt;br /&gt;So right."&lt;br /&gt;(Rev 20100830: 78k &amp;amp; 100pcs of 50 dollar bill:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bank today, some guy next to me was preparing cash withdrawal from the bank, notes that so much until can fit those 24can beer cartons pack. the machine counting $1000, 78k, &amp;amp; also a stack of $50, siam to look at the figure at the counter... 100. walao, money money money, makes the world goes round and round and makes people crazy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-5838510180688274511?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5838510180688274511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5838510180688274511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100803-excuses-for-not-working.html' title='20100803: Exercise for Not Working'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6924155175644300931</id><published>2010-08-01T19:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:22:47.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><title type='text'>20100801: New Year Resolution rev0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvkjSFbyXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MaWEFaFry2Q/s1600/tiger+rev.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reviewing my NYR 2010. Ellen is leaving American Idol. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvoxa9-syI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NV-H9W3P9eI/s1600/tiger+rev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511254504768451362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvoxa9-syI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NV-H9W3P9eI/s400/tiger+rev.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/20100215-happy-tiger-lunar-year.html"&gt;http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/20100215-happy-tiger-lunar-year.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Changed :-D&lt;br /&gt;2) Need to be specify my coaching skill (choose one skill to document each)&lt;br /&gt;3) Need continue balance exercise, rest &amp;amp; diet in between&lt;br /&gt;4) Travel still in planning, nobody willing to go Nepal. #$%^ too lokok&lt;br /&gt;5) Spending less&lt;br /&gt;6) Starting to learn investment&lt;br /&gt;7) Got my 7D bling.&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;addition:&lt;br /&gt;8) Write something (1000 words per week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6924155175644300931?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6924155175644300931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6924155175644300931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6924155175644300931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6924155175644300931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/08/20100801-new-year-resolution-rev0.html' title='20100801: New Year Resolution rev0'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/THvoxa9-syI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NV-H9W3P9eI/s72-c/tiger+rev.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-8794937691448183476</id><published>2010-07-31T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:49:56.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><title type='text'>20100731: Mud Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TFj_cz1kFNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wuhtXXp9k10/s1600/Mud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501427815249351890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TFj_cz1kFNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wuhtXXp9k10/s400/Mud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sailed back home to attend something sad.&lt;br /&gt;Weather of Kuching the day after,&lt;br /&gt;Basking hot in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Heavy dog gone rain in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;A short pause about 3 hours in between,&lt;br /&gt;Sound of solitude in the refreshened air,&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere seems stunned by few rainless days,&lt;br /&gt;I was muddling through the garden spade in hand,&lt;br /&gt;when I realised I might have created my first oil painting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8794937691448183476?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/8794937691448183476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=8794937691448183476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8794937691448183476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8794937691448183476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100731-mud-art.html' title='20100731: Mud Art'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/TFj_cz1kFNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wuhtXXp9k10/s72-c/Mud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-7367089377805551910</id><published>2010-07-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:16:27.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>20100728: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Once in a while, need to cut people some slack.&lt;br /&gt;2) Need to cut everyone some slack once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;3) Once in a while everyone need to be given some slack.&lt;br /&gt;4) Everybody need to slack once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;5) "Cut me some slack, boss."&lt;br /&gt;6) "Boss, cut me some slack, I tired OreTi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this thinking when the Sg hawker "forgot" my order &amp;amp; I was made to wait my food for 15 mins. The guy at the next table also waited another 10 mins. "25 minutes too late."&lt;br /&gt;Should I order another stall next time? I've been ordering from this same stall and same people since I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, then I thought of some quotes in the spare time (refer above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded again another guy from the same stall, he said the other forgotten, sheepishly. So I wondered what went wrong? Will they include "extra special material" in my food. I saw none, "phew" . . . sighed of relief. LOL ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day passed us by &amp;amp; Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-7367089377805551910?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/7367089377805551910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=7367089377805551910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7367089377805551910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7367089377805551910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100728-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100728: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-3459046044236267659</id><published>2010-07-22T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:11:53.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'>20100722: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Your mind, body &amp;amp; soul gotta be doing something meaningful (specifics like listen to music, etc),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;else all the sh1t (fatigue, emotional outburst) will come out beyond control."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Experienced &amp;amp; realised this from events &amp;amp; observation during on-going simulation.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the chance to be more specific I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3459046044236267659?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3459046044236267659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3459046044236267659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3459046044236267659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3459046044236267659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100722-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100722: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4937375728910434888</id><published>2010-07-15T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:40:19.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20100715: Golden Days</title><content type='html'>Hey old timer, what will you do after you get that pot of GOLD?&lt;br /&gt;(A collection of options when I reach that age.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Alone Ah Pek at terminal&lt;br /&gt;Good after noon sir, are you traveling alone?&lt;br /&gt;Where is your wife, children or grand children?&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for your friend or sibling?&lt;br /&gt;It's a sunny day today, the plane here &amp;amp; I'll be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Have a good journey and Bon Voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tee Oo oo Obasan&lt;br /&gt;This is the filial piety pledge shown in mass multimedia to educate the Sg people I guess. In the current society where the parents expect that the salary receiving teachers in school are resposible to teach their children everything, the National Something Society created this short film often shown in cinema &amp;amp; sometimes TV.&lt;br /&gt;Opening scene, old grandmother carrying the picture of grandfather &amp;amp; move into the flat of the only son's three-some family.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2, grandmother complain chicken is too hard and vomit it out of her mouth "So hard wanna kill me issit." "Mother I go buy fish poridge for you to eat." While the daughter in law throw the hard chicken into the thrash, the only grandson slam chopsticks on table &amp;amp; grandma looks on apologeticly.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3, grandmother took her luggage &amp;amp; wanna moved to her sister's place in red mountain while the son tried to stop her. Keypo, neighbours looked on while annoyed grandson slammed door &amp;amp; listen to music on earphone.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4, doctor talking to son, grandmother got terminal illness.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5, in hospital grandmother is bed ridden, daughter in law going to toilet while asking husband to accompany the sick old lady, &amp;amp; also asking the grandson to accompany his father. Grandson say, "Grandma treat you &amp;amp; mother like sh1t, why you still treat her so good."&lt;br /&gt;Then the taxi driver son start to sing Tee Oo oo to the mother. Memory recall that last time the son was sick on a rainy day, then the mother carry her in the rain from house to hospital all soaking wet, when arrived at the hospital, the missy ask her to wait "Everyone coming here is sick, please wait your turn." So the mother sing Tee Oo oo to the sick son to comfort him while waiting the turn to be served. Son open eyes and looks like feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6, son still singing to grandmother in hospital, she in coma and cannot open her eyes but tears stream down. while grandson looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Kueh Tiaw Ah Pek&lt;br /&gt;"If I hang up my wok, I'll die already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) White Shoes Ah Pek&lt;br /&gt;"Today sure is sunny hot. Yesterday was a cloudy day, my game of golf went pretty swell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nice Aunties offering help&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need some "hong ew"? I have it somewhere in my bag." :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4937375728910434888?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4937375728910434888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4937375728910434888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4937375728910434888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4937375728910434888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010.html' title='20100715: Golden Days'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-417443759096120632</id><published>2010-07-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:32:43.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><title type='text'>20100710: Put Your Best Foot Forward</title><content type='html'>Worned out. . . settling down in bed, as I recount what I did this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long while since I did any exercise, so I called up my friend this morning to arrange a jog session in the evening perhaps?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were doing the last klik, my friend, a "hardcore" jogger got smitten by some heavy footer closing in from the rear &amp;amp; he went in all out to show who is the Alpha male. Leaving behind poor me smelling the foul stench left by his &amp;amp; his burning rubber shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my body exfoliate, sweat &amp;amp; salted, I experienced near lapse into a blackout not since a hard hangover. Maybe this is the Runner's High I heard of?&lt;br /&gt;As I neared the "finish line", I felt a sudden bliss as this is the end. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noo noo noo... at this time we were joint by another seasoned veteran "hardercore" runner who saw what had happend &amp;amp; ":praised" my friend for the "kill". I too join in the talkokversation as so far, I think this was really a super good work out, partly due to I got the runner's high feel. :-D or maybe too much delifrance coffee I took 2 hours before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, we continued the jog at his favourite route, a mixture of uphill, downhill &amp;amp; traffic lights. We were climbing uphill &amp;amp; my friend started to talk about a nice coffee shop at that area. Being his favourite route, he knows all the lobang around there. OMG, as the fat in my body started to burn, my mind just couldn't process the taste of char kueh tiaw &amp;amp; char hey mi deliciously, what is happening to me? I guess less blood flowing to my brain made it haywired because I just couldn't reply, probably I also couldn't recognized me... looking like a zombie, out of breath &amp;amp; trying to keep up. Those short pauses at traffic light crossing became a really welcoming sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a few breath and started to reply as my language ability suddenly came back. Making meaningful chats for a few seconds &amp;amp; we were off again. Jog jog jog jog, I don't know why but Jay Chow's catchy indistinctive rap tune started an army of ant-crawl moving in my head. My friend told me some form of focus &amp;amp; determination is needed at times like this. Who would have thought some Mpop rap tune would have this type of affect deep deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were doing some warm down exercise, my friend gave me some pointers &amp;amp; I tweeted: "I thought it was a good run". "Yeah, see you tomorrow same time, a few more of us is running." "Sure, why not. I'll beep you tomorrow if nothing come up." ... ... ... Sure something is bound to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I think I need the exercise &amp;amp; it wouldn't be a bad thing too. Just no regrets &amp;amp; putting your best foot forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-417443759096120632?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/417443759096120632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=417443759096120632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/417443759096120632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/417443759096120632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100710-put-your-best-foot-forward.html' title='20100710: Put Your Best Foot Forward'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-2223753127366743180</id><published>2010-07-09T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T03:52:03.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><title type='text'>20100709: Silvering Days</title><content type='html'>Overheard on a bus, conversation between 2 silver hair people. From their attire, they are still contributing to the workforce. On the queue same as me, 2 buses came, they boarded the crowded one and was commenting about no place to sit, &amp;amp; how should have taken the other one. Old people tends to speak carefreely in company of their own like a coffee shop. One way to look at it, maybe he was thinking of the comfort for his buddy. As they continue to talk, some young girls sitting nearest offered them seats, but they declined. This hold true for the theory of refused to be "Reserved Seat"-ed. So they were continuing on that still have people offering seat on the bus, in the train XXX lo, they are the one who are giving up seat for people who really needed it. Only seat down when necessary, some people pretend to sleep, some hold up the paper high-high, some treat as invisible &amp;amp; also the price of bus ticket has increased since 4-July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, as the population continue to "grey" &amp;amp; "silver" and current statistics of less children popping out, it just can't be help. When they are young, they think they can give up the seats &amp;amp; finally when they are old, they still have to give up their sitting comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked out, I saw a double rainbow, similar the one at Kuching the other day, minus the orange sky though. July = Rainbow month? I wondered: Where is the silver lining in the cloud? And is there really a pot of GOLD waiting at the end of the rainbow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-2223753127366743180?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/2223753127366743180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=2223753127366743180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2223753127366743180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2223753127366743180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100709-silver-days.html' title='20100709: Silvering Days'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-7461716003718851585</id><published>2010-07-07T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:01:08.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><title type='text'>20100707: People Looking Dull &amp; Bored the Dayafter</title><content type='html'>Day After... Everybody in the train looked dull &amp;amp; bored at rush hour today, or was it lack of sleep from watchin' this morning's two thirty match. The 6PM crowd was back as usual, no more empty comfy cabin space as what was seen few days ago. Crowd was at most dead silence, maybe still in dreamland or like me, conserving up every bit of energy until the time to watch the next match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out and a rare rigidity filled the air, only disturbance by faint howling sound from wind tunnel &amp;amp; chattering of sorts unfamiliar to World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last night, I dozed off during second half of the game. hah, hope it would be an exciting match later. chaw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-7461716003718851585?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7461716003718851585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7461716003718851585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100707-people-looking-dull-bored.html' title='20100707: People Looking Dull &amp; Bored the Dayafter'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6775962302131604345</id><published>2010-07-04T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:15:09.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><title type='text'>20100704: What Can be Done in 360 seconds</title><content type='html'>6 MINUTES: that's the waiting time if you arrived late a second at the plateform courtesy of some ignorant stair blocking human and the train just shuts in your face &amp;amp; pulled off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Walk from one end to another of the platform, slowly to catch the wind if any is blowing.&lt;br /&gt;2) Write a blog entry such as this.&lt;br /&gt;3) Count the trees, good for your eyes as watching too much screen is bad. Alternatively you may count the foreign workers having a picnic on the lawn field.&lt;br /&gt;4) Look for birdsnest on the mrt roofing.&lt;br /&gt;5) Read the rail track information.&lt;br /&gt;6) Secretly scratches scr0tnm.&lt;br /&gt;7) or just sit the fk down and listen to one and a half songs on your iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6775962302131604345?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6775962302131604345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6775962302131604345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6775962302131604345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6775962302131604345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100704-what-can-be-done-in-360.html' title='20100704: What Can be Done in 360 seconds'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-5028679794741971719</id><published>2010-07-03T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:28:01.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagine'/><title type='text'>20100703: Greying Days</title><content type='html'>People will grow old, that's a fact. In general, people do not want to grow old. Since the beginning of time, we have been told fairy tale stories of the fountain of youth &amp;amp; elixir of life. Even in the media of present days, old age seems to be a taboo, people want to feel young and continue to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;Good health should come before wealth, but these days, that doesn't seems to be the case anymore. The value of human is measure by wealthat we show people &amp;amp; teaching of books such as "Rich Dad Poor Dad" phenomenal hype. I started to think of this when I saw the number plate "SH4H" in an up scale Sg neighbourhood. Is that really a arabian shah in the car? Looks likely but uncertain, all caucasian looks the same in Sg due to blending into the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day life ends and what ever great worldly things they had will be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greying days (rainy gloom as I took the bus) in Sg, observe the food court auntie &amp;amp; uncle. I was killing time (about 1 hour of uncertainty; mind the pun) in a food court kopitiam. Ordered kaya toast set (orang kaya? mind the pun) with coffee since i'll be meeting my friend for dinner later. Most of the worker hired were above 50s (or so?). The services &amp;amp; speed were comparable to young people &amp;amp; they seems to be more serious in their work. One aunty walked pass me about 5 times to clean my table &amp;amp; cautiously checking whether I finished my coffee already. Didn't bother me at all as I understand this is their job. Everyone have their role to play in the kopitiam or in life. Sort of a pity that they could not enjoy the old age as my parents do. But at least they will get salary money on pay day, whether they'll be spending it is another matter.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to them to clean up the food leftover on the table, seeing the leftover moving before my eyes, at that moment the story of "children in Africa got nothing to eat" invoke in my head. I knew they felt the same too but they cannot say anything to "not their grandchildren", probably already grown accustomed to the wastage in this age of abundance.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they don't take it out on them when they meet their grand-children as it would only cause the opposite effect to children nowadays, &amp;amp; also lose whatever desired love that's is left.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's better to work in an enclosed kopitiam rather than open air. A cleaning lady once rambled on &amp;amp; on about an old ahpek fellow worker who slipped, falled &amp;amp; had to be hospitalized for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Often wondered where are their children? off to earn money? &amp;amp; do not care about what happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;We'll all experience this in the future some day... that's LIFE ;-) but then again, we're living the present. Like the food in the trash that will be collected by the ton &amp;amp; processed into "black" fertilizer for the trees around the neighbourhood; when the time comes. it comes. I also wonder what it would be like another greying days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(visual imagination based random blogging)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-5028679794741971719?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/5028679794741971719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=5028679794741971719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5028679794741971719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5028679794741971719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100703-greying-days.html' title='20100703: Greying Days'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-363021063465310085</id><published>2010-07-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:00:38.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'>20100701: Kuching trip</title><content type='html'>Did a stopover at Kuching for a short 3D2N trip. Didn't go out much, most of the time drinking whisky on the rocks at home, feels like old age is trying to drag my feet. Shrug. . .&lt;br /&gt;Went to my regular kolo mee haute, ah... the taste is the same still after so long. Same old taste, did I remembered the taste correctly? Or is it getting better everytime I eat it?&lt;br /&gt;House full of customer at 9:45PM during middle of the week . . . let that be the judge itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-363021063465310085?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/363021063465310085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=363021063465310085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/363021063465310085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/363021063465310085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/07/20100701-kuching-trip.html' title='20100701: Kuching trip'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-591744373956214448</id><published>2010-06-28T23:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:09:04.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20100628: Needless Things</title><content type='html'>I am surrounded by needless things (a.k.a clutter) due to the former habit of shopping &amp;amp; constantly picking up dead chicken. I'm not one of those impulse buying type though, I hope. Recently I have this stronger urge to reduce demand and increase supply so that the price of things will fall and they will become "ded-chickieen" for me to pick up. It's become like a cycle to achieve my goal, the only thing to do is to wait it out. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I conclude that I'm not an impulse buying type? First off, I seldom use my credit card, picking up points for exchange of gift is beyond me. I was having shopping session few days in a row with parents, siblings and friends. I found that people are more prone to spend when they're with their friends rather than relative. One thing is I did not spend money on buying my things during my parents' recent vacation here. LOL, except for the $10 France world cup Giordano T shirt on cheap sale. Hahaha (had to laugh at those Francee' for crashing out, next team I wanna sabo I will buy their T-shirt). For that except for paying for all my parents' shopping expenses, food and utilities stuffs, I didn't spend another single dime... So, only $10 for the whole 5 full days of my parents shopping getaway. Conclusion, I'm not one of them people who feel overwhelm by the hugeness of the high-class shopping center environment, seeing something overpriced  and wanna show off they can spend their hardearned blood &amp;amp; sweat money against their normal better judgment in an air-conditioned place full of people waiting to service you with a smile as if their salary depended on it. Nah... not my thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This urge I had for reduce demand and supply, well... Me and my buddies conclude that after watching world cup we should do green tiles, green roofing and green everything. One of the goodness that becomes of this is to "j00" g00ogle map's accuracy satelite spy cam on our roof top. Going green and recycling maybe good for our earth. So, if we demand less, people will produce less &amp;amp; mnc company like the one I'm working for will have less customer demand so our supplied output will be less, hence reduction in OT working hours &amp;amp; green house gas emission &amp;amp; I can go back home while the sun is still up &amp;amp; have some quality time daily to update my blog instead of 1 time in 2009. That's the green life all stemming from watching world cup &amp;amp; insomia. Ding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ded-Chickieen, there are few types&lt;br /&gt;1) Dead due to sick and throw out in trash.&lt;br /&gt;2) Those kampung chicken crusing in mid air &amp;amp; kena windscreen.&lt;br /&gt;3) Walk walk pok-pok &amp;amp; suddenly the "kai" pokkai drop dead from over feeding a.k.a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;4) Old &amp;amp; ripe enough to become brands essense of chicken&lt;br /&gt;5) Chicken that wouldn't lay egg &amp;amp; won't die&lt;br /&gt;6) Good chicken that got thrown out for no reason&lt;br /&gt;7 ) etc . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about achieving my goals, I looking back I think I set them too easy. So, the only thing to do now is to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-591744373956214448?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/591744373956214448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=591744373956214448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/591744373956214448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/591744373956214448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100628-needless-things.html' title='20100628: Needless Things'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-5104614331704847192</id><published>2010-06-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:13:29.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20100627: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"What Need To Do Then Can Get Here Lei?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is a question from "U" during hiking time at BT.&lt;br /&gt;Get me thinking, walking, pondering and damatteimasu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-5104614331704847192?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/5104614331704847192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=5104614331704847192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5104614331704847192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5104614331704847192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100627-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100627: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-8230077019972892405</id><published>2010-06-26T04:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:14:36.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><title type='text'>20100626: Thieves in the Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's World Cup season &amp;amp; I've been staying up late and sleeping up late. In the middle of the night, I have to watch everything I do. I have to do carefully &amp;amp; quietly as delicate as possible; like thieves in a temple, as quiet as can be. This is to prevent from disturbing my surrounding people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvm3EBS54I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0B5mg-aupE4/s1600/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511252402664302466" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvm3EBS54I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0B5mg-aupE4/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk more softly like creeping soft-footed ballet,&lt;br /&gt;Spoke like having sore throat, then your friend give you a weird look.&lt;br /&gt;Use of sign language &amp;amp; eye contact,&lt;br /&gt;Not let things fall on floor or even touch the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Not flushing the toilet to reduce water flowing sound down below,&lt;br /&gt;When drinking the cup put down slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Not turning on the light in case people want to come complain they see no people,&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key more slowly to reduce clicking sound when going out for pass midnight supper,&lt;br /&gt;Closing the rusty door softly.&lt;br /&gt;Turn on/ off the light softly.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot take out my chips from plastic bag &amp;amp; open like normally,&lt;br /&gt;Totally chatting/congratulating your friend on the phone is a NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;Need to soft-type on the computer. D4mn ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing icantelyu straiaway that people are mad world cup season, even those not watching it.&lt;br /&gt;Understandable for those watching ones. We can see coffee shop with local &amp;amp; many foreign workers alike standing sitting squatting or stretching their neck to catch a free glimpse of the play. People shouting "GOALL" due to cannot see properly from far away &amp;amp; the smiling bystanderonlooker correcting the situation information.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprise to see baby still awake at midnight &amp;amp; their overactive siblings disturbing the baby chair. I wonder if they will grow up to be a football star, or just a nerd with deep eyes problem from all the TV watching. (Eye is a good industry here too... hmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is better to shout with the mob then doing thieves in the temple at your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision (20100710):&lt;br /&gt;Saw a heart warming pair of father and son amongst the football watching crowd. They were sitting side by side on stool at the lawn outside coffee shop. Eyes glued to the screen. This pair of Chinese new immigrant father and son is soaking in the Sg World Cup culture. Sort of something to pass down from generation to generation. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8230077019972892405?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8230077019972892405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8230077019972892405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100626-thieves-in-temple.html' title='20100626: Thieves in the Temple'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/THvm3EBS54I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0B5mg-aupE4/s72-c/IMG_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3650716635874400660</id><published>2010-06-25T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:47:23.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange Fridayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><title type='text'>20100625: Busy Antwarp Life</title><content type='html'>Busy as An Ant, walking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Unstopable like an MRT in Warp speed.&lt;br /&gt;On a heavy rainy Friday, I wander around in Antwarp.&lt;br /&gt;Will we be busier than a BEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was cloudy wondering about my friend who is in Antwerp.&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather there? Are there bluer sky than here?&lt;br /&gt;Did you had your cup of black sugarless coffee?&lt;br /&gt;How would it be if we were to trade places?&lt;br /&gt;WIll I be as happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3650716635874400660?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3650716635874400660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3650716635874400660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3650716635874400660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3650716635874400660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100625-busy-antwarp-life.html' title='20100625: Busy Antwarp Life'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-6404142338519629598</id><published>2010-06-24T20:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:57:19.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>20100624: Boot Licking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I learnt this new term over-hearding some young junior high kids. I know apple-polishing, &amp;amp; sesame grinding. But boot licking? Hmmm... reminds me of U2 Get On Your Boots, Puss in Boots.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, not many people wearing boots, as compare to people eating apple (Is it a generation gap thingy?). So, I come to conclude that this is quite an "opiang" term taught by their opiang boot-wearing teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, if want to get flattered or feel like a million bucks, please wear boots. I have a few pairs of boots which I only wore for gardening or during raining days which seems like going to flood.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would lick them would be my lab, but everytime I imagine I would say "Shoo dog, smelly, poison."&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's still pretty hard to imagine boot licking in my dictionary. I wonder how they came to term this, imagine your boss saying: "Come... Lick my boots." "Boss, you're wearing air jordan today wo. How about if I polish your apple." "Darn, those boots are uncomfy compare my AJ1. Ok la, give me the apple good for my health I'll give you more increment if we survive this financial year." "Sure bos, anything you say bos, I polish this apple with enzyme so all the chemical wax is gone. That's how we do it at home."&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I think those apple we buy is necessary to polish if we want to eat the nutricious skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvigde8uzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y2j6nnPqdKQ/s1600/Apple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511247616316062514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/THvigde8uzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y2j6nnPqdKQ/s400/Apple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, apple polishing might turn out to be a good sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no boots to lick nowadays anyway... ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be due to all the yellow anti-slip safety boot Phua Chu Kang. Could they be associate with that? PCK private boot licking limited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking about apple, Steve Jobs probably would recommend you to polish his Apple Iphone as if your life depended on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6404142338519629598?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6404142338519629598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6404142338519629598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100624-boot-licking.html' title='20100624: Boot Licking'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/THvigde8uzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y2j6nnPqdKQ/s72-c/Apple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4206795223867950594</id><published>2010-06-23T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:00:34.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>20100623: Double Expresso</title><content type='html'>3AM:&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I know why.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered 2 cups of brew at 10 pm,&lt;br /&gt;Today's specialty is expresso,&lt;br /&gt;When my order came, she delivered a cup.&lt;br /&gt;I asked "I ordered two, where's the other?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry" she said,&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for brown sugar,&lt;br /&gt;"I thought is 2 shots", I overheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cup came&lt;br /&gt;as I chat up my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't thought much.&lt;br /&gt;6 hours later I'm still WIDE awake,&lt;br /&gt;to suffered the aftermath,&lt;br /&gt;a DOUBLE EXPRESSO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4206795223867950594?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4206795223867950594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4206795223867950594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4206795223867950594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4206795223867950594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100623-expresso-two.html' title='20100623: Double Expresso'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-503254909273153806</id><published>2010-06-22T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:07:51.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black on Tuesdayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><title type='text'>20100622: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do not want to hear n466ing when I go back".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When family is near, without my Ipod to my ear, that's what I hear.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar like a white lie on Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;Seems I long forgotten the gentle "sweetness" creeping up my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther' is no defence against this, like tears on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning when you're born you start to think about the beautify words.&lt;br /&gt;Speechlessly as I hear, like waves to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it trying to convey to you? Whistles . . . to that day. Until Now. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-503254909273153806?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/503254909273153806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=503254909273153806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/503254909273153806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/503254909273153806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100622-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100622: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-1355585858978513265</id><published>2010-06-15T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:04:30.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><title type='text'>20100615: 48 Minutes Till Never</title><content type='html'>"Slept at 3AM, forgot the breakfast at 9AM."&lt;br /&gt;As I reached the breakfast table, I'm still waiting forever whenever&lt;br /&gt;My friend overslept on this cool windy rainy morning.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha... Old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind the wait at all.&lt;br /&gt;I took my breakfast and count the minutes,&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of coffee refilled 2 and another... 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was racing after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I rang at 10 to 9 &amp;amp; after each,&lt;br /&gt;but still my friend couldn't be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I received a call from a sleepy voice.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad after 48 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1355585858978513265?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1355585858978513265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1355585858978513265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1355585858978513265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1355585858978513265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100615-48-minutes-till-never.html' title='20100615: 48 Minutes Till Never'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-864243740951850270</id><published>2010-06-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:11:33.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><title type='text'>20100614: Milestone</title><content type='html'>Sitting on the milestone, I looked back by the road,&lt;br /&gt;This piece of rock marks a certain instance in our journey,&lt;br /&gt;As the people pass us by, I turn &amp;amp; looked with my own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Their joyful face, non expression and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I felt the cramp creeping up my leg, I knew it was time again for me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my dear friends and gang, we'll meet again where ever it may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all of you the health bliss &amp;amp; happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, this is the only life we have, You only live once so find the meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-864243740951850270?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/864243740951850270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=864243740951850270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/864243740951850270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/864243740951850270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100614-milestone.html' title='20100614: Milestone'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-211669987176022723</id><published>2010-06-10T01:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:24:16.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><title type='text'>20100609: Super Cold Tiger Beer Day</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to love Wednesday. Also known as "No OT Day", "Eat-Dinner-With-Your-Family Day", "Sports Day". On this Wednesday, I had dinner with my "long lost" buddy &amp;amp; a catching up on this "Super-Cold-Tiger Beer Day". ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TBEPvXPIBjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MG9ugE6loM0/s1600/SCTiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481179527852328498" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TBEPvXPIBjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MG9ugE6loM0/s400/SCTiger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beer lady ask me to sip a mouthful first before the chill-ness escape. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TBEP9y1Q03I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4UgAWZFRXzw/s1600/Zoom+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481179775778214770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TBEP9y1Q03I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4UgAWZFRXzw/s400/Zoom+beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shown in this zoom view, the icy cold almost frozen beer is fast becoming liquid while rising above &amp;amp; releasing bubbles of happiness on Wednesday. :-p&lt;br /&gt;What's best is they offer 2 bottle for $10. Woo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-211669987176022723?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/211669987176022723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=211669987176022723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/211669987176022723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/211669987176022723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100609-super-cold-tiger-beer-day.html' title='20100609: Super Cold Tiger Beer Day'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/TBEPvXPIBjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MG9ugE6loM0/s72-c/SCTiger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-7279239309007634780</id><published>2010-06-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:38:35.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>20100607: All That You Can't Leave Behind</title><content type='html'>Mixed emotion flow on Monday . . . for no reason. The weather this morning is as unpredictable as can be; what's certain is: "It's a good morning for sleep zzz."&lt;br /&gt;Same as Saturday, I could sleep for hours on this morning which feels like a day after storm in a long vacation... cuddle up in bed like a chipmunk in winter.&lt;br /&gt;W A I T UP!!! it's Monday, I could not do like a weekend. #$%^&amp;amp;* !!!Woke up ate breakfast and head off for work; following that day to day routine &amp;amp; timing. Heck, I could be a robot. except for the 24 hours thingy.&lt;br /&gt;A seemingly serene monday on the working front; will knock off early to catch a movie (catch a Nightmare is more like it).&lt;br /&gt;Seems I can leave it behind for now [ to do that, you'll have to be ahead a few layer ;-) ]. Chow.... baby.&lt;br /&gt;Song from U2 "Walk On"&lt;br /&gt;"Leave it behind&lt;br /&gt;You gotta leave it behind&lt;br /&gt;All that you fashion&lt;br /&gt;All that you make&lt;br /&gt;All that you build&lt;br /&gt;All that you break&lt;br /&gt;All that you measure&lt;br /&gt;All that you steal&lt;br /&gt;All this you can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;All that you reason&lt;br /&gt;All that you sense&lt;br /&gt;All that you speak&lt;br /&gt;All you dress up&lt;br /&gt;All that you scheme&lt;br /&gt;You gotta leave it behind"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-7279239309007634780?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/7279239309007634780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=7279239309007634780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7279239309007634780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7279239309007634780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100607-all-that-you-cant-leave-behind.html' title='20100607: All That You Can&apos;t Leave Behind'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4686423480531118439</id><published>2010-06-06T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:21:49.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'>20100606: Quote from Resuree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"This morning when I woke up, I never knew I'll be eating crab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(for dinner)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memerobilia that still lingers from 3-June-2010 dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TAyBkD-LUCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kO1sKuJQSTw/s1600/crab_6084_pt_arc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479897303144419362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/TAyBkD-LUCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kO1sKuJQSTw/s400/crab_6084_pt_arc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1128505841400189910-4686423480531118439?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4686423480531118439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4686423480531118439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4686423480531118439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4686423480531118439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/06/20100606-quote-from-resuree.html' title='20100606: Quote from Resuree'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/TAyBkD-LUCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kO1sKuJQSTw/s72-c/crab_6084_pt_arc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-623721321687647691</id><published>2010-05-29T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:06:07.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20100529: Clutter 2010-5</title><content type='html'>It's almost that time of the year to clear my room clutter again. Hmmm... I declare Vesak day as ClutterDay. hehehe... On this day, I will do things related to clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Start by random reading about clutter:&lt;br /&gt;We are in influenced by things, events, and people closest to us. So it is absolutely logical and advisable to first start clean your bedroom clutter fengshui. The wonderwear under the bed, the skeleton clutter in your closets, sell/throw/flush/burn as many thing as possible not used in a long time. Take out all the items that create visual and heat like TV, computer, PSP (walao, i think i hit a really old article(&lt;a href="http://fengshui.about.com/od/thebasics/qt/clearclutter.htm"&gt;http://fengshui.about.com/od/thebasics/qt/clearclutter.htm&lt;/a&gt;), nowadays TV is everywhere, especially in bedrooms LOL, well just go along with the reading), that do not belong in the bedroom. Exercise equipment, office/work related items, storage items. Ehhhhh... so in the past the bedroom they only put bed?&lt;br /&gt;Other interesting read:&lt;br /&gt;1) The bigger the piles got, the bigger my dread got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clearclutter.com/page/page/1028088.htm"&gt;http://www.clearclutter.com/page/page/1028088.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next take picture of room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-623721321687647691?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/623721321687647691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/623721321687647691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100529-clutter-2010-5.html' title='20100529: Clutter 2010-5'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4946125001589162211</id><published>2010-05-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:36:07.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humidity'/><title type='text'>20100528: Train Seating</title><content type='html'>After 3 minutes, the train arrived. During morning rush hour, as usual no sitting place when I boarded, not that I really needed it; being "young people" &amp;amp; unimpeded in movement. I would feel unconsciously being stared at by Poison-evye or Silent-cursor if I sat down. Chuckle . . . that doesn't apply if you are not taking up space in the "special people reserve" seats though.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind in a business corp island limited, where there is demand, there will be supply driven by the customer feedback or in this case the commuters complain.&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice how if they announce cut cost, you will have to wait another 2 minutes the next day?If people complain not enough place to stand, the seating place will be reduced from 9 to 7; per cabin, that's like 4 "young" people cannot sit forever.&lt;br /&gt;How about those:&lt;br /&gt;1) old people who dye their white hair black&lt;br /&gt;2) over-sized talking baby in the baby pram&lt;br /&gt;3) fat people who look like pregnant&lt;br /&gt;4) pregnant woman who refused to sit&lt;br /&gt;5) old folks who refuse to be "Reserved Seat-ed"&lt;br /&gt;6) Mother mauling you down with baby vehicle&lt;br /&gt;7) Old people who gave up their seat&lt;br /&gt;8) family of more than 3 doing a row.&lt;br /&gt;9)  Old people who want to seat at normal seat.&lt;br /&gt;10) All day/night stand train with no seat and no prejudice&lt;br /&gt;11) etc (to be updated whenever)&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is new train bigger compare to old. They minus away 2 seats when they build the new train. They claim it's for comfort, so while 7 comfortable people are sitting 2 uncomfortable people are some what "suffering".&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is: Be careful what you wished for, you might get it when you're old and grey. Or your next generation might get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4946125001589162211?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4946125001589162211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4946125001589162211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4946125001589162211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4946125001589162211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100528-train-seats.html' title='20100528: Train Seating'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-2132758886137073740</id><published>2010-05-27T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:23:10.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humidity'/><title type='text'>20100527: Humidity</title><content type='html'>Took the morning train these few days to office. Work up some sweat while dashing to cross the road at 7 seconds. This to beat the 22 seconds traffic running green man. About 2 seconds extra margin before the cars go mercilessly. Sort of reminds me of the 100plus commercial. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the plateform sweaty felt cursed like a zombie slimmy rotten skin. Can't imagine at that instant how to do the day with all the salt covering my body; which explains how all the beauty industry can set up their flagship store at the most expensive location here. Looking around me, everyone is sweating, quiet and cussing... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure. it pays insanely well for doing dermatology in this country.&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year for the Great Singapore Sale &amp;amp; that hot and humid weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-2132758886137073740?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/2132758886137073740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=2132758886137073740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2132758886137073740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2132758886137073740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100527-humidity.html' title='20100527: Humidity'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-8301373399499784437</id><published>2010-05-25T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:06:31.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black on Tuesdayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><title type='text'>20100525: Black On Tuesdayz</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how everything around me seems to be black on Tuesday? Black coffee. Black computer screen, black electrical appliances, black file folder, black bag, black T shirt, black dustbin, black stingray wallet, black plastic bag, black camera, black diary, black handphone charger, black Nokia N73, black shoe boxes, black power brick, black dry box, black unwash T shirt, black notebook damper, black floppy disk, black cocacola zero, black working bag, black cabinet, black speakers, black duct tape, black uwear, black watch, black document bag, black pants, black shirt, black polo, black black sky (of course la, midnight liaw). ZZZ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8301373399499784437?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/8301373399499784437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=8301373399499784437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8301373399499784437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8301373399499784437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100525-black.html' title='20100525: Black On Tuesdayz'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-8189207861445624065</id><published>2010-05-24T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:03:08.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><title type='text'>20100524: I Remembered Like It Was Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Couldn't believe what happened this morning, a drop of bird 'droppingz" flew like a b o m &amp;amp; landed on my bed while I was just a few feet away. It needle-eye-ed through the window grill, my towel, my hanger and unstoppably shot like an arrow to its target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seems to recall similar incident happened about 15 years ago when I was in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is, now I stayed on the top floor in Singapore, flocks of mocking? birds flew by every morning, afternoon &amp;amp; night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is "D" day they decided to practise their aim. @#$%^&amp;amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... no matter, there's good SUN these few days &amp;amp; I already washed the "thang" off quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if those birds fancy the cloths we hung out as target practice bull's eye? Leave the bird brains for the birds. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This motivated me to buy Jackpot, but my number didn't "kena" today's draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Robin Hood Senior said "They rise and rised again, until lambs become lions. . . Never give up. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8189207861445624065?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/8189207861445624065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=8189207861445624065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8189207861445624065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8189207861445624065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100524-i-remembered-like-it-was.html' title='20100524: I Remembered Like It Was Yesterday'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-6763993576588526061</id><published>2010-05-10T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:20:50.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><title type='text'>20100510: Reading - What You Can Learn From Silicon Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;6+3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thoughts from Reading While Posting - What You Can Learn From Silicon Valley&lt;br /&gt;1) Maverick, non-corporate DNA - means casual working way, it's not about busyness, suits &amp;amp; uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;2) Facebook with 400 million users, would be the 3rd largest country after China, India if it was a country.&lt;br /&gt;3) Their office looks and feels like a living room. There's ample lighting, sofas &amp;amp; cosy decor.&lt;br /&gt;4) They move fast, break things... cobble things together and see what comes up; sort of suntzu way, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;5) At Google, staff who meets all his targets is seem to have taken the easy way out. - they set easy achievable targets&lt;br /&gt;6) Google did not turn up in Beijing in surfer shorts - Being Business oriented &amp;amp; Tech savy.&lt;br /&gt;7) They don't only look at the CV, but also sense of humour (Googleyness). Same as Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;7) Twitter created a company structure that supports creativity.&lt;br /&gt;8) All recognise there are smarter people outside the company than within.&lt;br /&gt;9) All understood that the only deal worth doing is a win-win deal.&lt;br /&gt;Think that's about it, will check to see if I left out something (Rev1).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6763993576588526061?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6763993576588526061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6763993576588526061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6763993576588526061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6763993576588526061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100510-reading-what-you-can-learn.html' title='20100510: Reading - What You Can Learn From Silicon Valley'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-3438819491189023755</id><published>2010-05-05T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:51:35.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><title type='text'>20100505: Green Zoning</title><content type='html'>Staring from the greens, I took my coffee in the morning cold.&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze out across the field, the misty air in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly... the sun would rise, the yellow ray broke thru the white.&lt;br /&gt;At the early dawn, not a human in sight, I can only hear my own delight.&lt;br /&gt;Without reasoning or insanity, the sound of silence can never appear.&lt;br /&gt;Just whisper... gentle on my left ear, it's time to awake from the warmth of bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3438819491189023755?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3438819491189023755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3438819491189023755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/05/20100505-green-zoning.html' title='20100505: Green Zoning'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-65463570263938054</id><published>2010-03-30T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:48:25.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20100330: BeeZY Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I need some honey on a busy Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Just continue work on my activity&lt;br /&gt;Like a work from the zombie&lt;br /&gt;everything is becoming like a routine&lt;br /&gt;nothing more that i need&lt;br /&gt;only go till the day ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-65463570263938054?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/65463570263938054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=65463570263938054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/65463570263938054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/65463570263938054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/04/20100330-beezy-tuesday.html' title='20100330: BeeZY Tuesday'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-1727886194623870849</id><published>2010-03-26T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:04:58.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><title type='text'>20100326: Short End Thursdayz</title><content type='html'>Thursdays are like short of something. There's nothing much in between. People seldom sing about Thursday. &amp;amp; when they do, it's not so syok.&lt;br /&gt;"Thursday ain't being kind, somehow i'd survived."&lt;br /&gt;"Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue"&lt;br /&gt;On this thursday morning, I found out it's how denial is best done on Thursday when the week is almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1727886194623870849?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1727886194623870849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1727886194623870849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1727886194623870849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1727886194623870849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100326-short-end-thursdayz.html' title='20100326: Short End Thursdayz'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4030041823363381971</id><published>2010-03-24T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:46:49.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><title type='text'>20100324: Real Shady Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;24 whys on a real slim shady Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why people will think everyday is Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;2) Why people will not be doing the mistake for their last time?&lt;br /&gt;3) Why people get over confident &amp;amp; think things are so easy?&lt;br /&gt;4) Why people do the things correctly the first 2 times will expect the 3rd to be kacang?&lt;br /&gt;5) Why people listen so easily to sweet talking &amp;amp; fell illogic?&lt;br /&gt;6) Why people do not think straight when they are panic &amp;amp; rush?&lt;br /&gt;7) Why people get lazy when they are happy?&lt;br /&gt;8) Why people only think like themselves?&lt;br /&gt;9) Why people want more than what they need?&lt;br /&gt;10) Why people pass the motion &amp;amp; forget to flush properly?&lt;br /&gt;11) Why people do not complete what they started?&lt;br /&gt;12) Why people think making money is so easy?&lt;br /&gt;13) Why people think saving money is so easy?&lt;br /&gt;14) Why people do not know how to live if they never know near death?&lt;br /&gt;15) Why people cannot want to do the job properly?&lt;br /&gt;16) Why people like to waste time like no tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;17) Why people when income increase will pay more for same thing?&lt;br /&gt;18) Why people forget the pain &amp;amp; struggle so easily?&lt;br /&gt;19) Why people like to get scold then will do the things right?&lt;br /&gt;20) Why people do not consider the big picture &amp;amp; their incompetence?&lt;br /&gt;21) Why people do not dare to face the fack?&lt;br /&gt;22) Why people do not count the sweat &amp;amp; blood for money?&lt;br /&gt;23) Why people not do value money properly?&lt;br /&gt;24) Why people like me is writing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4030041823363381971?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4030041823363381971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4030041823363381971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100324-real-shady-wednesday.html' title='20100324: Real Shady Wednesday'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4904026852699903588</id><published>2010-03-21T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:09:28.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdayz'/><title type='text'>20100321: Be Cool Saturday</title><content type='html'>Wondered what saturday this week, turns out to be a cool saturday. It's been raining since the morning through noon until evening. Dozed off around noon &amp;amp; evening. Weathers too cool to be awake. Haven't had this type of peace and quiet Sat for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Goofed off the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Being Cool.&lt;/strong&gt; ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4904026852699903588?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4904026852699903588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4904026852699903588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4904026852699903588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4904026852699903588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100321-be-cool-saturday.html' title='20100321: Be Cool Saturday'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4807188595640635987</id><published>2010-03-20T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:21:16.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange Fridayz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complexity'/><title type='text'>20100320: ORange Fridayz</title><content type='html'>How to manage an O-range Friday.&lt;br /&gt;recipee:&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle some onion to draw some tears,&lt;br /&gt;Observe the reaction in the bowl &amp;amp; steer.&lt;br /&gt;Let the taste mixed as one.&lt;br /&gt;No extra at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Keep for 1 half hours.&lt;br /&gt;Collect &amp;amp; screen all following seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast them simply within 3.&lt;br /&gt;When it's time for 1-1 Klion's den,&lt;br /&gt;Cool or smart is left to weather.&lt;br /&gt;Observe the logic &amp;amp; the basics.&lt;br /&gt;Get the rojak &amp;amp; check the ingredients&lt;br /&gt;(4.5N+1vs2N+6)&lt;br /&gt;Follow them with the uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;Look for the keen &amp;amp; smile a little.&lt;br /&gt;Z ends the day with forgetful humour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4807188595640635987?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4807188595640635987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4807188595640635987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100320-orange-friday.html' title='20100320: ORange Fridayz'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1440590429315547443</id><published>2010-03-18T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:46:44.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Mondayz'/><title type='text'>20100318: Green Mondayz</title><content type='html'>24 Steps to aversion of a Monday morning where everything will go wrong without prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;Beginning from zero-zero:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S6JKfOl2ycI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HMcMvC9ZxTI/s1600-h/inverted+green+monday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450000399424997826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S6JKfOl2ycI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HMcMvC9ZxTI/s400/inverted+green+monday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00) 5:30am snooze for 10 minutes, slept at 1AM due to late communication.&lt;br /&gt;01) 5:40am snooze while sitting up &amp;amp; light brightens itself (estimated sleep about 4 hours).&lt;br /&gt;02) 5:41am sprung out of bed &amp;amp; make breakfast (the usual).&lt;br /&gt;03) 5:46am wc, changed &amp;amp; prepare for leaving home, killall electricity before leaving home.&lt;br /&gt;04) 6:15am start booking the all reliable cab, took in some annoyance when repeatedly voice.mail sorrying for inconvenience please call back later x4. At this point, I knew I had to switch to Plan B immediately.&lt;br /&gt;05) 6:20am try my luck to grab a cab from the street, saw none... immediately switch to Plan C. Look over my shoulder to see some Union Flag passed by. Don't look back in anger.&lt;br /&gt;06) 6:30am reach the central, lucky to have some already in wait &amp;amp; ready to serve. told the transporter to scurry. Call a bluff when I say will never use the annoying voice service again.&lt;br /&gt;07) 7:01am arrive deport. driver talk a lot about glories past vs serving the public now. Didn't short-changed my 5 cents though. For this he has my good faith (77YO5).&lt;br /&gt;08) 7:02am greb the morning news.&lt;br /&gt;09) 7:03am queue up for breakfast, took in some sorry due to the waiter’s fault, &amp;amp; I sorried back with minor sarcasm reeking from the corner of my narrow mind. No room for untimely service in my nature.&lt;br /&gt;10) 7:08am get my food, took a few sip of the too hot cuppa &amp;amp; consumption without further tasting.&lt;br /&gt;11) 7:14am prepare my things &amp;amp; proceed to departure hall.&lt;br /&gt;12) 7:15am queue up for my turn together all.&lt;br /&gt;13) 7:16am passed thru xray &amp;amp; ID scan.&lt;br /&gt;14) 7:18am buy some treats reminded for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;15) 7:20am tap for boarding and advance to launch pad.&lt;br /&gt;16) 7:40am set sail smoothly without obstruction.&lt;br /&gt;17) 8:30am as we neared dock, ate the final dose of breakfast &amp;amp; coffee.&lt;br /&gt;18) 8:50am arrive destination.&lt;br /&gt;19) 8:56am alight at my pace.&lt;br /&gt;20) 9:05am passed thru xray &amp;amp; ID scan.&lt;br /&gt;21) 9:07am walk to car (full sun &amp;amp; windy after rain, allow myself a pint of rejoiced).&lt;br /&gt;22) 9:08am get on car.&lt;br /&gt;23) 9:14am arrive at main lobby.&lt;br /&gt;24) 9:16am arrive at meet room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the beginning of Green Monday 3 hours &amp;amp; 46 minutes later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1440590429315547443?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1440590429315547443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1440590429315547443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1440590429315547443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1440590429315547443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100318-green-mondayz.html' title='20100318: Green Mondayz'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S6JKfOl2ycI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HMcMvC9ZxTI/s72-c/inverted+green+monday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-5715239900759319434</id><published>2010-03-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:38:10.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakura'/><title type='text'>20100316: Cloudless Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S5-HRMJeYCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0H2dC9ZVNuY/s1600-h/RIVER_wide_view_pt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449222803530080290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S5-HRMJeYCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0H2dC9ZVNuY/s400/RIVER_wide_view_pt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a cloudless Sunday in the beginning of Spring, I took a ride on my crooked bike. There was this sweet scent of sakura in the air &amp;amp; a pleasant breeze blew as I ride. The sun was shining brightly but the air was cool. I felt bliss as I'm happy to be here in the time and space instance. Not a cloud in the sky &amp;amp; not a worry in my mind, nothing could be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw my GTO as I was gliding down the slope. Didn't have time to react &amp;amp; greet him as I tallied by (balancing problem also).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't expect to see him at 430pm on a day as fine as this. He was wearing long coat &amp;amp; formal attire. Strange ... he could have just completed his work &amp;amp; walking to the train station to meet his wife downtown at 5PM, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the expression, as he looked up at the sky I can see he is as happy just to be there (in front of the convenient store) &amp;amp; alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He taught me the (return to) basic &amp;amp; simple things. Couldn't help but not getting over this chance to greet him then. Just as trivial how chances passed us by in a blink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-5715239900759319434?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/5715239900759319434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=5715239900759319434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5715239900759319434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5715239900759319434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100316-cloudless-sunday-afternoon.html' title='20100316: Cloudless Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S5-HRMJeYCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0H2dC9ZVNuY/s72-c/RIVER_wide_view_pt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-2805468585716142415</id><published>2010-03-13T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:29:18.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N3BP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worned out'/><title type='text'>20100313: Levis N3BP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S5tVUBb-HhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cFoHYRi3f1o/s1600-h/Resuree+Levis+N3BPaint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448041976706244114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S5tVUBb-HhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cFoHYRi3f1o/s400/Resuree+Levis+N3BPaint.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Currently my favourite jeans, been wearing it for "n" years. Very comfy, suitable for our climate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, what worries me are the holes popping up here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange enough caused I not really go and rub it against the road :-p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like may have to "retired" it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-2805468585716142415?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/2805468585716142415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=2805468585716142415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2805468585716142415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2805468585716142415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100313-levis-n3bp.html' title='20100313: Levis N3BP'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S5tVUBb-HhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cFoHYRi3f1o/s72-c/Resuree+Levis+N3BPaint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1622120820955418444</id><published>2010-03-08T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:33:40.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Line On the Horizon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>20100307: U2 No Line On the Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S5Mtd4E3ySI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3lVlJ6raXGM/s1600-h/U2_CD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445746365713336610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S5Mtd4E3ySI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3lVlJ6raXGM/s400/U2_CD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been few months since I bought my last CD. Was window shopping &amp;amp; found this U2 CD amongst the piles of "others" on sale (50%; half of the price). I think it's quite a good deal around 28 ringgit. That's almost the price of things during my school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The CD section of the shop has been shrinking every year. What hinders consumer like me to always buy a few CDs to every month? think think think... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The Exorbitant price. Money used for necessities, like daily food (Survival).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Only one/few songs are good why buy the whole album (Only 10% of product is useful).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[After listening for many umpteen time, 18% is perfect for me, 64% OK, 18% - no comment.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I'll probably ripped it to my ipod anyway, why don't I just get from my friends the one good song (Social norm). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Do not feel a need to listen to it until become a zombie; actually bought 5 days ago but not open it yet (Not a music addict). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Laziness to got to the store, queue up at the counter, chat with the girl a little, bring wallet out from my pocket, take out &amp;amp; count money from wallet, money pass to girl, girl "ka-ching" &amp;amp; pass me the change, change put in pocket while receiving item in a non-biodegradable plastic bag, bring things &amp;amp; plastic bag home, find a place to store it (Convenience issue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Overheard some young people shy to browse the "discount tray" because the CDs probably from few hundred years ago (Peer pressure).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) It's cooler to buy from online music store like itunes (Technology advancement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Without seeing the lyrics, cannot hear the greatness in the songs too. Not a music critic who's job is to study the song for a living.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I just loaded it into my Ipod, will be listening to it later. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[13-March:- Already listened &amp;amp; reviewed, time to keep the few good songs for shuffle mode &amp;amp; delete the rest. Just feels that the songs in this album are not as "urgent" as previous. Maybe they already earned too much money? ;-) ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1622120820955418444?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1622120820955418444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1622120820955418444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1622120820955418444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1622120820955418444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100307-u2-no-line-on-horizon.html' title='20100307: U2 No Line On the Horizon'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S5Mtd4E3ySI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3lVlJ6raXGM/s72-c/U2_CD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6684051575009471225</id><published>2010-03-03T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:38:35.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roots'/><title type='text'>20100302: Roots</title><content type='html'>Had a chance to do breakfast with parents yesterday morning. Went to a quite popular coffee shop which just happened to be sitting on the former site of dad's old old house.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a few shops away. I didn't know that if he hadn't say it.&lt;br /&gt;I recalled a vague memory of a wooden house with wet watery floor and wooden planks as walk path.&lt;br /&gt;Dad say their house was the best with billion wood roofing. That was almost 45 years ago from today.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the tuck shop location, which is now some electrical appliances shop.&lt;br /&gt;And the alligators in the river behind where they used to swim.&lt;br /&gt;A piece of old memories from our roots I guess. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6684051575009471225?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6684051575009471225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6684051575009471225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6684051575009471225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6684051575009471225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/03/20100302-roots.html' title='20100302: Roots'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-1597009617162596775</id><published>2010-02-28T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:22:25.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>2010227: Chocolate &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S4jfiRBRPiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9dBufzFXIDc/s1600-h/choco2_jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442845929454517794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S4jfiRBRPiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9dBufzFXIDc/s400/choco2_jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old friends are like chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;How sweet chocolate can be,&lt;br /&gt;it stung my tongue &amp;amp; I felt numb,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the happiness that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring where the flower bloom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; warm wind blew,&lt;br /&gt;how i learnt sweet &amp;amp; bitter are good for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Resuree Spring of Twenty Ten)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1597009617162596775?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1597009617162596775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1597009617162596775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1597009617162596775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1597009617162596775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010227-chocolate-life.html' title='2010227: Chocolate &amp; Life'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S4jfiRBRPiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9dBufzFXIDc/s72-c/choco2_jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1283739321572441645</id><published>2010-02-21T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:31:26.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><title type='text'>20100220: Reading - Prosperity Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt; Thoughts from Reading While Posting - Prosperity year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440259601323192226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S3-vSJ7G76I/AAAAAAAAAF4/AeKpCU2U8cU/s400/Tiger2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thoughts of 2010 in General:&lt;br /&gt;1) Drama, intensity, change travel (ok, will take note).&lt;br /&gt;2) world conflicts and disasters (hmm... nothing can top the perils &amp;amp; uncertainty I felt during 9-11; or even the tsunami incident, so this is "bull")&lt;br /&gt;3) won't be a dull 12 months for anyone (ok, will take note, especially what undull things others are up to)&lt;br /&gt;4) far reaching changes for everyone (as a person accustom to changes, this is basically normal)&lt;br /&gt;5) New inventions and incredible technological advances have a good chance of occurring (market strategy to incur forced spending, I succumb not)&lt;br /&gt;6) seizing opportunities and making the most of our personal and very individual talents (ok, will take note &amp;amp; apply those set of mirror skills when needed)&lt;br /&gt;7) Everything happens quickly and dramatically (already pick up paced since mid last year, also pick up white hair &amp;amp; eye bags. @#$%^&amp;amp;)&lt;br /&gt;8) blink and you could miss an important chance of a lifetime (that's why i have a video phone).&lt;br /&gt;Habitat Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;9) Zodiac Stone: Sapphire (jade can or not? I don't want to wear my sapphire accessories so often)&lt;br /&gt;10) Special Flower: Violet (will watch out for people named violet)&lt;br /&gt;11) Best Hours: 3-5 am (best hour to sleep?)&lt;br /&gt;12) Best Season: Winter (will play some snow this year :-))&lt;br /&gt;13) Horoscope Colors: Green, Blue, Yellow (from the 3 I only like blue; #$%^ will buy some green/yellow under-garments)&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;14) 2010 holds great promise exciting developments both personally and professionally (great news but I feel so so only, so-so will take note).&lt;br /&gt;15) Disappointed and disheartened 2009 (no, I've gone thru worst years, last year was kacang, most things came my way)&lt;br /&gt;16) important to leave the past behind and CONCENTRATE ON THE FUTURE, which is looking so BRIGHT! (Super Love This Statement, I started buying Jackpot LUCK. kekeke)&lt;br /&gt;17) Financially, everything improves this year (hmmm... doubtful but good to hear for my ears)&lt;br /&gt;18) money-making thoughts and ideas should be fully explored and investigated (not so sure; GOOD ADVICE this one is though)&lt;br /&gt;19) With the fast pace of this year for all signs, needs to take extra care in planning and thinking all projects through – no rushing headlong into schemes during 2010! (Patience I super have, learning from Survivor while waiting for competition die off)&lt;br /&gt;20) romance will possibly see a friendship suddenly develop into something more personal with exciting consequences. (wah... let's see how it goes this year)&lt;br /&gt;21) August, December and January-2011 (Fun activities)&lt;br /&gt;22) March to May will bring encouraging and interesting job opportunities (Time to test the market)&lt;br /&gt;23) Make sure he puts himself forward and gets noticed at work (already got notice for attacking a lot during play, what need is to build a perfect defence for my teammates to advance the opposing factions, If necessary hostle offensive will be applied. For the benefit of the TEAM).&lt;br /&gt;END ... CHOW BABY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1283739321572441645?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1283739321572441645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1283739321572441645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1283739321572441645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1283739321572441645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/20100220-reading-prosperity-year.html' title='20100220: Reading - Prosperity Year'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S3-vSJ7G76I/AAAAAAAAAF4/AeKpCU2U8cU/s72-c/Tiger2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1610076207754068882</id><published>2010-02-20T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:36:16.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>20100220: Chap Goh May... be</title><content type='html'>Hoo hoo hoo. Last year missed out on this fish-feast due to mum cooking it later. Will be back for eat this year. Roarrrr....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S369b_PSwDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3ebdUj3LSs8/s1600-h/2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439993688439832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/S369b_PSwDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3ebdUj3LSs8/s400/2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1610076207754068882?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1610076207754068882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1610076207754068882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1610076207754068882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1610076207754068882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/20100220-chap-goh-may-be.html' title='20100220: Chap Goh May... be'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/S369b_PSwDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3ebdUj3LSs8/s72-c/2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4568123884091944981</id><published>2010-02-15T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:35:43.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>20100215: Happy Tiger Lunar Year</title><content type='html'>Happy Tiger New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I learn or re-learnt a few things today.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends are like chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;How sweet chocolate can be (partly due to I ate some "super sweet chocolate" today.)&lt;br /&gt;I guess it stung my tongue &amp;amp; I felt numb for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Milk chocolate with over sweet, would be the great companion for aged red wine.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would chocolate aged as well as wine?&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts for the beginning of spring twenty ten.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Revision/Addition1:&lt;br /&gt;Why would they call it re-vision (huhuhu), it's beginning of the year, Ellen has become the American Idol judge. Blah, the world is just spinning they way it were yesterday. What will be going on/doing for this coming year?&lt;br /&gt;1) Change! Change the old habit, change the way things were, change bla bla. Done all of that &amp;amp; then I changed back. Maybe I should change my job, hold that thought, would I change back. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;2) What about "kyouka"? All your shishio did not spend those time &amp;amp; effort to teach things so that you can change you know.&lt;br /&gt;3) Exercise: According to the book of ways, 3 times a week (sorry I strike off food to below, never was a big fan of food 'chuckle').&lt;br /&gt;3) Food, what would be the to die for taste this year? (no idea now, i'm easy to feed)&lt;br /&gt;4) Travel sight-seeing tour, which month? (planning to go on those lockok beautiful once in a life, go one time never want to go back place tour)&lt;br /&gt;5) Money (don't spend)&lt;br /&gt;6) Investment (don't buy)&lt;br /&gt;7) Bla bla bling... (7D? kekeke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4568123884091944981?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4568123884091944981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4568123884091944981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4568123884091944981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4568123884091944981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2010/02/20100215-happy-tiger-lunar-year.html' title='20100215: Happy Tiger Lunar Year'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-8837461048703102923</id><published>2009-05-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:56:40.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20090524: Resuree blog rev3</title><content type='html'>It's that time again to review my blog, and start blogging away.Over worked these few days. OT without money is uninspiring, but other things could be less intriguing. So why waste it on this thought? :-) You should start anew with Suginami's Melody. :-)&lt;br /&gt;nemuru nora neko&lt;br /&gt;hito wa tabibito&lt;br /&gt;azayaka ni yomigaeru aoi merodi&lt;br /&gt;naita tsugi no hi umareru egao&lt;br /&gt;akiru koto naku mawaru kazaguruma yo&lt;br /&gt;ano hito no namae no you na&lt;br /&gt;masayume wo sagashi nagara&lt;br /&gt;nagai namiki michi&lt;br /&gt;komorebi wo abite&lt;br /&gt;aruki hajimeru&lt;br /&gt;zawameita machi ni ukabu&lt;br /&gt;mikazuki ni omoi haseru&lt;br /&gt;nani mo korosenai&lt;br /&gt;yubi wo asobasete&lt;br /&gt;toki wo nadeteiru...&lt;br /&gt;Melody of Suginami lyric &amp;amp; music by Masamune Kusano&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping stray cat and the travelers.The bluish melody clearly reviving.The smile that appear a day after a weep. And the windmill that never get tired of turning.&lt;br /&gt;It's like that person's name.While searching for a dream that would come true.&lt;br /&gt;The long avenue, bathing the illuminated sunlight.Start walking.&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the noisy town.The thoughts run to the crescent moon.&lt;br /&gt;Not taking any lives, let you fingers play.Brush the time, gently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8837461048703102923?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8837461048703102923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8837461048703102923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2009/05/20090524-resuree-blog-rev2.html' title='20090524: Resuree blog rev3'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-553966887873848494</id><published>2008-08-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:44.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20080805: I Know What You Did To Your</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJhvOUbFKKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KAMA0nzN-zU/s1600-h/P1_recycle_milkbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053258981976226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJhvOUbFKKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KAMA0nzN-zU/s400/P1_recycle_milkbox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruit Juice &amp;amp; Milk Boxes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-553966887873848494?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/553966887873848494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=553966887873848494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/553966887873848494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/553966887873848494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/08/20080805-i-know-what-you-did-to-your.html' title='20080805: I Know What You Did To Your'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SJhvOUbFKKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KAMA0nzN-zU/s72-c/P1_recycle_milkbox.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1569094576699465311</id><published>2008-08-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:44.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20080805: Apples in a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJ1AtFS3PbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gj8L4rWZBM8/s1600-h/P1_4pples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232409485333970354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJ1AtFS3PbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gj8L4rWZBM8/s320/P1_4pples.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJhqfu9C18I/AAAAAAAAAD8/9mJA1dSif98/s1600-h/P1_4pples.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fruits tend to clutter up and rot in the fridge, I found this box to arrange my weekend food, cleaned and plucked, ready to be consumed immediately. An apple a day keeps the doctor away... soon the clinic will be out of business. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1569094576699465311?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1569094576699465311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1569094576699465311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1569094576699465311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1569094576699465311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/08/20080805-apples-in-box.html' title='20080805: Apples in a Box'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SJ1AtFS3PbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gj8L4rWZBM8/s72-c/P1_4pples.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4104869630668022640</id><published>2008-08-02T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:44.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20080801: Clutter Other People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJNFe_8obnI/AAAAAAAAADk/rN-_Xse6Hdg/s1600-h/Interior+before-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229599991171411570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SJNFe_8obnI/AAAAAAAAADk/rN-_Xse6Hdg/s400/Interior+before-after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stumble upon this pictures of other people's clutter. Before the clean up and after, looks fantastic. Thought I reexamine the potential of an empty canvas over an over crowded living space &amp;amp; tranform it into some art for easy living. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4104869630668022640?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4104869630668022640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4104869630668022640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4104869630668022640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4104869630668022640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/08/20080801-clutter-other-people.html' title='20080801: Clutter Other People'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SJNFe_8obnI/AAAAAAAAADk/rN-_Xse6Hdg/s72-c/Interior+before-after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-7162731407951627801</id><published>2008-07-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:44.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20080726: I Know What You Did To Your</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SIquiS8gw8I/AAAAAAAAADc/_R9xt23Nk9g/s1600-h/20080626_Timber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227182221741310914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SIquiS8gw8I/AAAAAAAAADc/_R9xt23Nk9g/s320/20080626_Timber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timberland wrappers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These wrappers from Timberland are ideal as box wrappers for my new colour scheme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what they say: "Don't Wear It, Use It".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-7162731407951627801?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/7162731407951627801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=7162731407951627801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7162731407951627801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7162731407951627801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/07/20080726-i-know-what-you-did-to-your.html' title='20080726: I Know What You Did To Your'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SIquiS8gw8I/AAAAAAAAADc/_R9xt23Nk9g/s72-c/20080626_Timber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6772426539495804071</id><published>2008-07-24T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:44.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20080719: I Know What You Did To Your</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SIhQyj3X0OI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sgS3xa40FI/s1600-h/20080719+table+top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226516197114630370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SIhQyj3X0OI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sgS3xa40FI/s320/20080719+table+top.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nirvana T-Shirt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be. as a friend, as a tramp, as I know memory... ya... memory... ya...".The moment I heard this song and it's addictive melody, Nirvana &amp;amp; Kurt Cobain became a permanent part of my existance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my one and only favourite Nirvana black rocker's T which was very popular during college days.I've "out-sized" the T-shirt but the smell of teen spirit will be permanently encast in an LCD TV cover at my living space. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Long live Nirvana."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6772426539495804071?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6772426539495804071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6772426539495804071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6772426539495804071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6772426539495804071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/07/20080719-i-know-what-you-did-to-your.html' title='20080719: I Know What You Did To Your'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SIhQyj3X0OI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sgS3xa40FI/s72-c/20080719+table+top.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-8957679392057991571</id><published>2008-06-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:44.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>20080620: Wandering Through the Back Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFvD2EkfaxI/AAAAAAAAADM/v-yOM-V5y3M/s1600-h/Country+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213976327318629138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFvD2EkfaxI/AAAAAAAAADM/v-yOM-V5y3M/s400/Country+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wandering through the back road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue sky above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long road ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mountains far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shadow pulling the trees away from the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The air is crisp as I enjoy the view in a moment of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-8957679392057991571?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/8957679392057991571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=8957679392057991571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8957679392057991571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/8957679392057991571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20080620-wandering-through-back-road.html' title='20080620: Wandering Through the Back Road'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SFvD2EkfaxI/AAAAAAAAADM/v-yOM-V5y3M/s72-c/Country+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3007980990247131668</id><published>2008-06-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:45.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLR'/><title type='text'>20080618: Self Silhouette (Morning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFkzZRB1DRI/AAAAAAAAADE/YX5zHc1RS8A/s1600-h/Self+Silhouette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213254552818879762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFkzZRB1DRI/AAAAAAAAADE/YX5zHc1RS8A/s320/Self+Silhouette.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when the moon is at it's rest you will find me shooting this self silhouette on August 5th 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3007980990247131668?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3007980990247131668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3007980990247131668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3007980990247131668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3007980990247131668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20080618-self-silhouette-morning.html' title='20080618: Self Silhouette (Morning)'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SFkzZRB1DRI/AAAAAAAAADE/YX5zHc1RS8A/s72-c/Self+Silhouette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6044447534871809179</id><published>2008-06-17T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:45.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20080617: Clutter 2008-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFajPyBqwQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xDFOzLfqnGc/s1600-h/20080607_room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212533110250062082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFajPyBqwQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xDFOzLfqnGc/s400/20080607_room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture while cleaning up. Usually there's no clutter. So I just created some all around just for the title's sake. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6044447534871809179?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6044447534871809179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6044447534871809179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6044447534871809179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6044447534871809179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20080617-clutter-2008-6.html' title='20080617: Clutter 2008-6'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SFajPyBqwQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xDFOzLfqnGc/s72-c/20080607_room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-7065259176320524700</id><published>2008-06-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:45.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><title type='text'>20080617: Sunrise December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFaX1SuRB5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Dvqsnh0AXxo/s1600-h/December+Sunrise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212520560542680978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFaX1SuRB5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Dvqsnh0AXxo/s400/December+Sunrise.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture from inside the plane heading towards Japan. The warm sun slowly crawling over the horizon reaching toward me. The ray of light irradiating smoothly like a cup of hot &lt;em&gt;latte&lt;/em&gt; on a winter morning. Riding on the wind to welcome the Daybreak's Bell ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-7065259176320524700?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/7065259176320524700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=7065259176320524700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7065259176320524700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7065259176320524700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20080617-sunrise-december-2008.html' title='20080617: Sunrise December 2008'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SFaX1SuRB5I/AAAAAAAAACs/Dvqsnh0AXxo/s72-c/December+Sunrise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6825379177503427413</id><published>2008-06-16T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:54:57.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20080616: Resuree blog rev2</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again for a revision &amp;amp; post mortem ( for an instant there I forgot how to spell correctly :/ ). Looking back, I can say that I'm not in the same instances/STAGE as I'd been since the last rev (a better tomoro thingy)... :D&lt;br /&gt;1) Did life become better? Definitely "YEP". (due to less eating &amp;amp; stress theraPSpy)&lt;br /&gt;2) Did quality of life improved? Definitely "YEP". (due partly to recycling &amp;amp; applying the 3Rs)&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to "tie up the loose end". (Define loose end? whatever that is.) Strange how I can fore-see it's that time again, I do not know what triggered it. Maybe it was something in the air or something I did during end of MAY 2008 (ran a marathon). I thought I'd pen down the ending once I "lift" my pencil so the saying goes: " &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to start blogging &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6825379177503427413?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6825379177503427413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6825379177503427413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20070616-resuree-blog-rev2.html' title='20080616: Resuree blog rev2'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-406555009709579546</id><published>2008-06-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:45.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><title type='text'>20080616: Seagull &amp; the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFVWBzzt8iI/AAAAAAAAACk/tXIPJUUNNsg/s1600-h/Seagull+flying.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212166732838203938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFVWBzzt8iI/AAAAAAAAACk/tXIPJUUNNsg/s320/Seagull+flying.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am a SEAGULL, flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The SUN is my friend, always by my side&lt;br /&gt;As I glide thru the air, chasing the SKYLINE&lt;br /&gt;My spirits SOAR high, like it's the first time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Resuree (midnight &amp;amp; too much coffee)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-406555009709579546?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/406555009709579546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=406555009709579546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/406555009709579546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/406555009709579546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20080616-seagull-sun.html' title='20080616: Seagull &amp; the Sun'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SFVWBzzt8iI/AAAAAAAAACk/tXIPJUUNNsg/s72-c/Seagull+flying.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6537990179887572302</id><published>2008-06-16T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:45.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLR'/><title type='text'>20080616: Care for my SLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFVOcvacp8I/AAAAAAAAACU/PW_9SEo8UeE/s1600-h/20080615+Put+SLR+into+Vacumn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212158399421917122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/SFVOcvacp8I/AAAAAAAAACU/PW_9SEo8UeE/s320/20080615+Put+SLR+into+Vacumn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Had the scare of my life today when I check out   my SLR. Seems some pictures i took has some dark spots. OMG... I went to had it serviced as soon as I could, the shop charged me for $28 to clean up the CCD. I didn't even bargain. Anyway, after cleaning, the photo i shot become better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lesson learnt: DO NOT think that your camera can take care of itself. Especially the places it's been, high altitude, near salt water, humid place (arrr... sound kinky).... etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now it will sit air-tightly in my $23.90 vacumn box. kEkE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6537990179887572302?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6537990179887572302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6537990179887572302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/06/20080616-care-for-my-slr.html' title='20080616: Care for my SLR'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/SFVOcvacp8I/AAAAAAAAACU/PW_9SEo8UeE/s72-c/20080615+Put+SLR+into+Vacumn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-5839405617702006383</id><published>2008-01-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:46.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SLR'/><title type='text'>20080126: Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/R5tQ0uHSvWI/AAAAAAAAACM/owBGl1VPwrk/s1600-h/20080126Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159806664745074018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/R5tQ0uHSvWI/AAAAAAAAACM/owBGl1VPwrk/s320/20080126Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always dreamt of a moonscape since childhood, bored out of my mind this morning I tried to take picture of the moon. This is my best picture after various tries. Listen to the sound of the moon, telling stories to people on Earth "Moshi moshi, can you read me?" The calm surface, &amp;amp; monochromatic landscapes are captured by my camera lens. No wonder people from the olden days worship the moon, like everything by nature. It's seems to have a life of it's own. Beaming soften lights to blanket us in our sleep. :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-5839405617702006383?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/5839405617702006383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=5839405617702006383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5839405617702006383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/5839405617702006383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2008/01/20080126-moon.html' title='20080126: Moon'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/R5tQ0uHSvWI/AAAAAAAAACM/owBGl1VPwrk/s72-c/20080126Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3044136879375692395</id><published>2007-05-01T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:46.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPod Timberland'/><title type='text'>20070430: IPod Peripheral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjtSVZ3bccI/AAAAAAAAABs/9e54tarsbCs/s1600-h/Ipod+timber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjtSVZ3bccI/AAAAAAAAABs/9e54tarsbCs/s320/Ipod+timber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060729133954986434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was indeed an otaku day, I didn't step out of the house or move more than 20 feet away from my computer &amp; this is what I did with my brand new bought-lastnight-off-season Timberland shirt [~$59] + Ipod [$0+5 hours tedious sewing].&lt;br /&gt;Now I may enjoy my Ipod in style while "walking" in my Timberland gear.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm walking. . . yes indeed. . ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3044136879375692395?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3044136879375692395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3044136879375692395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3044136879375692395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3044136879375692395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/05/20070430-ipod-peripheral.html' title='20070430: IPod Peripheral'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RjtSVZ3bccI/AAAAAAAAABs/9e54tarsbCs/s72-c/Ipod+timber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4120489528866007193</id><published>2007-04-29T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:46.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20070429: My Ink Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjROvZ3bcaI/AAAAAAAAABc/xhWcbbKcIzE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjROvZ3bcaI/AAAAAAAAABc/xhWcbbKcIzE/s200/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058754857748099490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm suppose to clean clutter today... but instead I spent 1/2 day sketching this room from Orange Days drama [&amp; listening music &amp; eating kuachee]. Not artsy. I'm painting a mental picture as to how a clutterless room looks like. :D The layout is similar to my room in Japan [minus the Sadako :D. actually, that's Shibata Kou.] I used those ball-point, ink pen &amp; high-lighter I could find. I need to work on the lines &amp; control. Must practise more often. Jaa ne. Time for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjRLmJ3bcYI/AAAAAAAAABM/W8Ivk47EFYU/s1600-h/orangedyroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjRLmJ3bcYI/AAAAAAAAABM/W8Ivk47EFYU/s400/orangedyroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058751400299426178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4120489528866007193?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4120489528866007193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4120489528866007193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4120489528866007193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4120489528866007193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070429-my-ink-sketches.html' title='20070429: My Ink Painting'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RjROvZ3bcaI/AAAAAAAAABc/xhWcbbKcIzE/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-6170895766554513653</id><published>2007-04-28T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:46.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>20070427: Cat Waiting For Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjJ5O53bcXI/AAAAAAAAABE/JE96_2XgMOg/s1600-h/Cat+waiting+for+owner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RjJ5O53bcXI/AAAAAAAAABE/JE96_2XgMOg/s400/Cat+waiting+for+owner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058238628448924018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught sight of this "smart" cat on January Sunday morning 7:59AM. It was hiding behind shadow of the red barricade, barely opening its eyes. I guess she was waiting for owner of the black bicyle. I love the morning sun &amp; the way it made those long shadows fall on every object. "In the morning, when the moon is at it's rest, you can find me, in the corner i loved best, watchin rainbow plays on sunlight. . . "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-6170895766554513653?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/6170895766554513653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=6170895766554513653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6170895766554513653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/6170895766554513653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070427-cat-waiting-for-owner.html' title='20070427: Cat Waiting For Owner'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RjJ5O53bcXI/AAAAAAAAABE/JE96_2XgMOg/s72-c/Cat+waiting+for+owner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3335117465597120033</id><published>2007-04-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:47.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20070425: As I Look Down Upon My Sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri8dBJ3bcWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A6Kl7YK-xhU/s1600-h/Sweat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri8dBJ3bcWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A6Kl7YK-xhU/s320/Sweat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057292812225835362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapped while on a hike up Mount Santubong on 15April 10:51AM.&lt;br /&gt;That morning I ate some "delicious" laksa which made me . . . wanna vomit later. I remembered the last &amp; only time I scaled this mountain was after Form 6. I forgot how challenging it was; not as tough as K1 &amp; not a walk in the park either. I came to understand why some weak-minded climbers tend to surrender half way up, whether it's due to altitude sickness or tummy upset. Strange how the mountain air have this effect on people. "Hong sua ee" is very handy in this situation. Don't forget to include it in your first aid kit. :D&lt;br /&gt;As sweat was pouring down my forehead, I thought of quitting half way up the trail too. But heck... "Ai pia jia ay ia" no pain no gain, no blood no glory... [&amp; the final say :] "NO SWEAT... :)..." Kambari mashyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3335117465597120033?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3335117465597120033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3335117465597120033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3335117465597120033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3335117465597120033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070425-as-i-look-down-upon-my-sweat.html' title='20070425: As I Look Down Upon My Sweat'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri8dBJ3bcWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A6Kl7YK-xhU/s72-c/Sweat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-3849856234592031709</id><published>2007-04-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:47.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20070424: 3 Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri4NSlARVZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PWegJ36AFFw/s1600-h/3cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri4NSlARVZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PWegJ36AFFw/s320/3cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056994044405699986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this 3 cats at a closing down sales somewhere. If they didn't discounted the price, I never would have considered 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my favourite one is the &lt;em&gt;kuroneko&lt;/em&gt; in the middle. "Black cat, 9 lives, hard day long nights ...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-3849856234592031709?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/3849856234592031709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=3849856234592031709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3849856234592031709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/3849856234592031709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070424-3-cats.html' title='20070424: 3 Cats'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri4NSlARVZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PWegJ36AFFw/s72-c/3cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-2126635988479424788</id><published>2007-04-24T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:47.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>20070423: My Watercolour Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri2kelARVYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HsE0ilE5D2M/s1600-h/HK+comics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri2kelARVYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HsE0ilE5D2M/s200/HK+comics.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056878801843213698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this watercolour painting way back when i was young. It is based on a charactor in a HK weekly comic. Part of myself is somehow "encrypted" inside the colour &amp; the brush strokes &amp; comes alive into play when I see it closely. Anyway if you know this painting, then you know who I am. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-2126635988479424788?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/2126635988479424788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=2126635988479424788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2126635988479424788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/2126635988479424788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070423-my-watercolour-painting.html' title='20070423: My Watercolour Painting'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/Ri2kelARVYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HsE0ilE5D2M/s72-c/HK+comics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-4791383498609378633</id><published>2007-04-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:47.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20070418: When Awake on 8 Apr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RiYgOBo-vOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xIR1_fhW5go/s1600-h/When+Woke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RiYgOBo-vOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xIR1_fhW5go/s200/When+Woke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054763057100537058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having a hectic day &amp; switching between lethargy &amp;amp; activity. :-(&lt;br /&gt;Which makes this picture came into mind. This is what I saw when I woke up in the morning of 20070408 8:13am. In the realm of dream &amp; consciousness, the perspective &amp;amp; the seemingly far away vanishing point caught my sleepy eyes &amp; I just-snap-it. Pretty handy to have a decent camera phone close-by eh... A song from the Cranberries comes into play: "All the things you said to me today, changed my perspectives in everyway ... ay ... these things come to mean so much to me ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4791383498609378633?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4791383498609378633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4791383498609378633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4791383498609378633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4791383498609378633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070418-when-awake-on-8-apr.html' title='20070418: When Awake on 8 Apr'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RiYgOBo-vOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xIR1_fhW5go/s72-c/When+Woke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-7002745990034103205</id><published>2007-04-14T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:48.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><title type='text'>20070414: Shades of Hue during April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RiAtjho-vNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fiPf_vTQynI/s1600-h/April+sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053088870258621650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RiAtjho-vNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fiPf_vTQynI/s320/April+sky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mashiro no page ni, nani kakou ka? Omoide ni shiyou ka? Youme wo eigakou ka? ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cloud" by HY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this white sheet, what will you write? Come let us think about it? Shall we write our dreams in picture? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't let all these picture I took go to waste, so here's the upload. Yatta. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-7002745990034103205?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/7002745990034103205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=7002745990034103205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7002745990034103205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/7002745990034103205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070414-photo-of-sky-from-airplane.html' title='20070414: Shades of Hue during April'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RiAtjho-vNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fiPf_vTQynI/s72-c/April+sky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1612198952822240382</id><published>2007-04-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:22:47.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>20070412: Resuree blog rev1</title><content type='html'>Been quite a busy Mon,Tue,Wed-days. Didn't have time to do exercise or update my blog. Just now, I browsed through quite many Kuching Sarawak Malaysia Borneo people website. Found quite many interesting blogs. Everyone seems to have their missionary statements bits tits &amp; stuffs. So I decided to dedicate this blog to document those clutter things, stray thoughts &amp;amp; loose ends of daily stuffs surroundings my slob existance in this little beautiful green planet. Heck... this was me for that instant, in a time capsule 6 years past. . . Jaa ne, nemasyo... oyasuminasai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1612198952822240382?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1612198952822240382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1612198952822240382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1612198952822240382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1612198952822240382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070412-resuree-blog-rev1.html' title='20070412: Resuree blog rev1'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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-1128505841400189910.post-4733415256009250228</id><published>2007-04-08T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:48.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seascape'/><title type='text'>20070408: Postcard of Sea Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RhijP3d6RGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bR-eWUUb-w4/s1600-h/sea+creatures.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050966475078780002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RhijP3d6RGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bR-eWUUb-w4/s320/sea+creatures.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are picture scans from a 2006 calendar. Looks nice &amp;amp; I didn't want to just throw it away leaving it out of my existance without any trace, so I put it in my blog. My favourite is the one with the light house. Seems like the transition of the day from light to night or day to dawn. I like the way the brightness encircles the light house tower, like a vertical rainbow. Neat huh... "somewhere... over the sea, beyond the stars ..." makes my mood feels so good. :D... Jaa ne...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-4733415256009250228?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/4733415256009250228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=4733415256009250228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4733415256009250228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/4733415256009250228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070408-postcard-of-sea-creatures.html' title='20070408: Postcard of Sea Creatures'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RhijP3d6RGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bR-eWUUb-w4/s72-c/sea+creatures.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128505841400189910.post-1874105886875427933</id><published>2007-04-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:45:48.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter'/><title type='text'>20070407: Clutter 2007-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RheP2Hd6RFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-m4v34PVAo0/s1600-h/Copy+of+clutter20070407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050663666999510098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ansucqy_E9c/RheP2Hd6RFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-m4v34PVAo0/s320/Copy+of+clutter20070407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clutter is a part of my life, these are the pictures I took of my clutters today. Neat huh... I just can't throw away things. &amp; when I do scrap, I only discart a small bag. I seriously need to stop buying things &amp; start recycling. Like Sinead O'Conner: "I do not want what I haven't got." .... Nah... Jaa ne... ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1128505841400189910-1874105886875427933?l=resuree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/feeds/1874105886875427933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1128505841400189910&amp;postID=1874105886875427933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1874105886875427933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1128505841400189910/posts/default/1874105886875427933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resuree.blogspot.com/2007/04/20070407-clutter-2007-1.html' title='20070407: Clutter 2007-1'/><author><name>Resuree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14126123753481446005</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/_ansucqy_E9c/RheP2Hd6RFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-m4v34PVAo0/s72-c/Copy+of+clutter20070407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
