<?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-28261879</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:41:19.328+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tamago's emergency exit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-4368769536908021952</id><published>2007-07-04T20:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:16:05.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey</title><content type='html'>Really stressed. Sis is moving out in 10 days, and she is gonna take Bailey with her. No way! Mum is the one who walks the dog morning and night...she feeds and washes him..she does everything while Jen does nothing! Even I washed him last couple of times. She is very selfish. Doesnt she think about how mum would miss Bailey? And for Bailey's benefit, can she walk him and spend time with him like mum and dad do? If she works full time and goes out partying all the time, Bailey will be vvvvv lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad...I love Bailey too.....and I've been stressing all week. And crying even. Stressing how to approach Jen and if necessary, "bargain" with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-4368769536908021952?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/4368769536908021952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=4368769536908021952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/4368769536908021952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/4368769536908021952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2007/07/bailey.html' title='Bailey'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-3943254378846001377</id><published>2007-06-27T21:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:21:35.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Bosco Camp</title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful weekend in Safety Beach with brothers and sisters from church. Even the message behind  "walking with our Lord" could be quite heavy at some points, I really had a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth and friendliness within our group was excellent. Never felt so loved before. There wasnt any hatred, people judging each other, jealously or politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was driving back home, it felt like I was leaving the "heavenly place" and back to the cruel "reality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really really glad that I went. It has definitely strengthened my faith in God, and I  am very excited about walking with our Lord once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-3943254378846001377?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/3943254378846001377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=3943254378846001377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/3943254378846001377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/3943254378846001377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2007/06/don-bosco-camp.html' title='Don Bosco Camp'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-1475835958893971498</id><published>2007-06-18T19:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:58:10.422+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Dr</title><content type='html'>You are really good. You've helped me a lot. I wish I seeked your help earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. being a perfectionist, I have put a lot stress on myself and others. Have to let go.               Distinguish between fantasy and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have done my very very best in helping mum and dad. It is not upto me to fix their relationship. They have to deal with it themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have understood my sister more. Don't have expectations from her. Acknowledge she is different. Nonetheless, I still love her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have to focus on myself now. Do things I enjoy. Love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-1475835958893971498?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/1475835958893971498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=1475835958893971498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/1475835958893971498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/1475835958893971498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-dr.html' title='Thank you Dr'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-735570940755752685</id><published>2007-06-18T19:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:48:27.668+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Offer</title><content type='html'>While waiting for an answer from the vendor, this thought suddenly came to mind. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I can't afford to kill myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;." I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;, start a new life, face whatever is coming onto me but not back off and HIDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Am I ready for this? I feel I am a bit scared...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-735570940755752685?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/735570940755752685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=735570940755752685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/735570940755752685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/735570940755752685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2007/06/offer.html' title='The Offer'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-8015608787911236804</id><published>2007-01-23T17:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:23:43.307+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond</title><content type='html'>Went and watch a movie myself yesterday. I can only recalled once which was ages ago when I went to the cinema alone. After appointment with my doctor, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel like going home, so bought the paper and was checking session times while heading towards my favourite cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo! Perfect timing. Took me 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mintues&lt;/span&gt; to get there and movie started showing 10 minutes after.... Seeing it was 2:40pm on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, there were only 11 people inside the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was excellent. Really feel for the people in Sierra Leone. Happy but sad ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I have to admit that I've always been a fan of Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dicaprio&lt;/span&gt;. But I have grown to appreciate his acting skills as much as his look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I stopped by Borders expecting to check out the latest travel guides (planning to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;europe&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt;), but I ended up buying 3 books (2 fictions and 1 biographies) and no travel guides!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was a relaxing day and I enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-8015608787911236804?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/8015608787911236804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=8015608787911236804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/8015608787911236804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/8015608787911236804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2007/01/blood-diamond.html' title='Blood Diamond'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-3681389964214188842</id><published>2006-11-15T18:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:34:57.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>But I am pretty sure....</title><content type='html'>It was only when we talked about the film "The Devil Wears Prada" that I realised Andrea still have the novels I lent her a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rang her up last week and "asked" if I could have my books back. Haha, to my surprise, she was really short on the phone and said she has already returned them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure I havent got my books back because I would have them back on my book shelf otherwise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? I dont really care about the books since I have read them already.....but..it was just a bit unexpected from Andrea's response, and I am pretty sure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-3681389964214188842?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/3681389964214188842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=3681389964214188842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/3681389964214188842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/3681389964214188842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/11/but-i-am-pretty-sure.html' title='But I am pretty sure....'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115987562216475774</id><published>2006-10-03T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.768+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Bailey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/1600/P1020380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/320/P1020380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to lie down in front of him to take this photo. I love it! Unfortunately I should have shut the bedroom door behind. Anyway, isn't he cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115987562216475774?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115987562216475774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115987562216475774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115987562216475774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115987562216475774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dog-bailey.html' title='My Dog Bailey'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115978379785910474</id><published>2006-10-02T19:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.691+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my bedroom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/1600/P1020401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/320/P1020401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/1600/P1020402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/320/P1020402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115978379785910474?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115978379785910474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115978379785910474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115978379785910474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115978379785910474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-in-my-bedroom.html' title='What&apos;s in my bedroom?'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115951664618169621</id><published>2006-09-29T17:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.598+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Lost it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I expected it, but just not today. It happened while I was still experiencing the natural high from working at the gym for two hours. haha, what a dramatic change! But perhaps it was the endorphins which helped me recover quicker from the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am "ok" after half an hour or so, but I ended up with a massive headache that hasn't left me since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115951664618169621?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115951664618169621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115951664618169621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115951664618169621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115951664618169621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115931905062040246</id><published>2006-09-27T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How important is family upbringing?</title><content type='html'>Went to TGI Friday with L last night for dinner. Haven't seen her for nearly three months now. So happy to catch up with her again, and we updated each other on our recent lives. Nothing much happened in my life except that I am taking some time off from work. But L has some amazing stories to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have similar family upbringing and so I fully understand her "conflict" with her mum and dad right now. Strict parents, old-fashioned mum, it's definitely frustrating at times. We know the reason they worry about us a lot is because they love us dearly and don't want us in pain of any type or get upset and stuff, but do we &lt;strong&gt;live to please our parents or live our own lives?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are faced with career choices, boyfriend/girlfriend issues, even on how to invest my own money, we can't do it the way we want. We have to consider if they are ok with it too! And I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mum, she has no bloodly idea how much she has affected me. We are both very harsh on ourselves. We are pessimistic. We worry too much. We never feel we are doing good enough. I have tried working with mum to change the way we see things. But she is stubborn, extremely stubborn. She worries about money, us, dad, everything! It's f*#kingly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake this belief off me! I want to be happy, with a smile on my face all the time! I want to be positive. I want to be carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I am trying my best everyday, and I know it's started to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115931905062040246?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115931905062040246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115931905062040246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115931905062040246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115931905062040246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-important-is-family-upbringing.html' title='How important is family upbringing?'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115917334196406182</id><published>2006-09-25T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>The wife of my friend has just been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer three days ago. After seeing the oncology specialist today, the prognosis is not looking good. She is old and very underweight. And she has been a smoker all her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people from my church have cancers: one has lung cancer and the other has lymphoma. On top of that, mum just went to a friend's funeral who died of ovarian cancer two months ago, leaving two young kids with the husband who is on disability pension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depressing... seems like having cancer is part of life! You are either gonna be killed in a car accident, or died of cancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that being struck by cancer is so random! Regardless of whether you are healthy, eat sensibly, exercise regularly or a heavy smoker who eats McDonald's everyday, no one dare to say that you are cancer-proof. And it can get you anytime...you will never never have a clue. Imagine spending three hours on the phone with your friend at night and the next day she/he is gone, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that life is so fragile, it depresses me sometimes, even though I know I shouldn't, but live my life to the fullest, making the most of it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I am sure I can do is to love my love ones more. And this means nothing comes before my family. I NEVER NEVER want to regret one day that I haven't loved my mum and dad enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115917334196406182?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115917334196406182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115917334196406182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115917334196406182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115917334196406182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115899565433543597</id><published>2006-09-23T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.354+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go any further</title><content type='html'>I reckon Pope Benedict XVI shouldn’t have apologized to the Muslims for his remarks on Islam. There is freedom of speech and what he said is objectively true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he show “&lt;em&gt;profound respect for world religions and for Muslims&lt;/em&gt;”? Does it therefore meant that he agrees to the idea of more than one existing God in the world? He should have stood his ground. And the fact that he was “&lt;em&gt;very sorry&lt;/em&gt;” for the reaction to his remarks further gave the impression of retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely shouldn’t issue any further comments/apology that the Muslims are demanding right now. By apologizing and backing away, he would encourage more violence and anger on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, just shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115899565433543597?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115899565433543597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115899565433543597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115899565433543597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115899565433543597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-go-any-further.html' title='Don&apos;t go any further'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115865257137119326</id><published>2006-09-19T17:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.262+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Unforgettable News</title><content type='html'>Australia is currently celebrating 50 years of television. In light of this, TV stations come out with various programs like &lt;em&gt;50 Best songs, 50 Best TV stars, 50 Most Unforgettable Moments, 50 Biggest News, 50 Most popular shows etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I have particular feelings about these news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1989 - Tianamen Square Massacre in Beijing, China. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture with the lone protester, standing in front of an advancing tank is gonna stay in my head forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/1600/Tianasquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/320/Tianasquare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1997 - Diana dies in Paris crash. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I saw how the whole world mourns the loss of one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000 - Russian submarine sank in the Barents Sea killing 118 aboard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine what the sailors were thinking in their dying hours, let alone in complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001 - September 11 in New York city.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought some kind of action movie was showing on the TV instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 - Australian-born Mary Donaldson became Crown Princess of Denmark after her marriage to Danish Crown Prince Frederik. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All women watching the wedding ceremony telecasts wish one day a fairy tale like this will happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 - The Asian Tsunami.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How powerful the mother nature is. Human is just tiny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 - Crocodile hunter Steve Irwin killed by stingray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His passion and love of life, family and nature was boundless. A true inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115865257137119326?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115865257137119326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115865257137119326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115865257137119326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115865257137119326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-unforgettable-news.html' title='Most Unforgettable News'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115849557125934476</id><published>2006-09-17T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.184+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cannibals</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/320/korowai-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A segment shown on the current affairs program &lt;em&gt;60 Minutes&lt;/em&gt; tonight shocked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two reporters, together with their cameraman, took us back to the Stone Age to meet a tribe living in the jungle of West Papua. They are cannibals, one of the few surviving tribes in the world to engage in such act. The tribe is called the &lt;em&gt;Korowai&lt;/em&gt;. And their universe is filled with witchcraft and all kinds of spirits. They would eat any human beings. Once they believed you’ve been cursed by evil spirits of some sort, regardless of whether you are their father or uncle or the tribe leader, you are to be executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribe member (forgot his name, just call him TT for now) was interviewed with a broken human skull, which belongs to his best mate. And guess what? TT was the one who killed him. And yet, TT didn’t show any signs of guilt or sadness, nothing!! He explained he would expect his best mate to do the same if he himself was convicted of possessing the evil spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribe seems to be very warm and friendly to the reporters. The kids were jumping around. Everyone was dancing, mucking around and showing the reporters they homes and showed them food etc….so it’s extremely hard to believe that they could “change” so dramatically to actually killing people they know and eating human flesh. It was also mentioned that they would eat the brain first, while it is still warm!! Yuk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention of shooting such segment is to save a boy called Wawa. He is only 9 years old. The Korowai are convinced he's possessed by evil spirits because both his parents died of mysterious causes. For this, tribal law says he can be killed and eaten. Both they can’t do this until the boy reaches their adult age of 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have no doubt to act quickly and save Wawa and that’s what this TV segment is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have we thought of what would happen if we bring the boy from the Stone Age into our 21st Century??? It’s like watching &lt;em&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/em&gt; huh? Can he cope, mentally and physically? How will it affect him when he is faced with computers, cars, people of different skin colours, speaking different languages? And how about his physical health? Can he survive in our oh-so-polluted environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we have no right to remove him from his tribe, really. He belongs there. In our society nowadays, when someone from our country commit a crime overseas, we are doing everything to have that person return home and have the trial run in our own country instead, which is ridiculous really. So imagine what should to be done when we try to do a deal with people from the Stone Age!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s tough. I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115849557125934476?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115849557125934476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115849557125934476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115849557125934476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115849557125934476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/cannibals.html' title='The Cannibals'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115837995648334454</id><published>2006-09-16T13:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impressionists</title><content type='html'>Feeling a bit blue today. Don’t wanna think, don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna do anything. Just wanna disappear in my own la la land. So I lied in bed, trying to sleep it off. After tossing and turning for half an hour, I got refused entry to la la land...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I messed around with my inner demons for a while, negotiating...Finally I won!! I got out of bed and decided to do something more positive instead. I pulled down all posters and drawings off my bedroom walls and rearranged them all over again. (Yay! this will keep me occupied.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to France last year and fell in love with the Impressionists. I spent 4 hours alone in the Musee d’Orsay in Paris, totally immersed myself into the paintings. I bought a couple (actually, quite a few…) of paintings at the museum and stuck them all over my bedroom walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would easily say that my trip to Musee d’Orsay was the best spot I visited in Paris. I didn’t have a clue that I would love the Impressionists paintings so much before…I took about 50 pictures of the paintings (yes, cameras allowed inside but NO FLASH). I “clicked” immediately with the paintings, those by Monet and Renoir especially. I love Monet’s &lt;em&gt;Impression, soleil levant&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impression,_Sunrise"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impression,_Sunrise&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Le Bassin aux nympheas; harmonie verte&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Monet.waterlilies.500pix.jpg"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Monet.waterlilies.500pix.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renoir’s &lt;em&gt;Bal du Moulin de la Galaette&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Galette-Renoir.jpg"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Galette-Renoir.jpg&lt;/a&gt; Can’t tell what I like particularly about this painting, but it just caught me, completely. And his other paintings like &lt;em&gt;Chemin montant dans les hautes herbes&lt;/em&gt; used similar brushstrokes as Monet. I guess since they were good mates and often hung out and painted together, they obviously discussed painting techniques and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very much of a Van Gogh (a post-impressionist) fan however. His paintings don’t appeal to me somehow, except I quite like his iconic &lt;em&gt;Starry Night Over the Rhone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starry_Night_Over_the_Rhone"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starry_Night_Over_the_Rhone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rearranging the drawings, I read the book I bought in Musee d’Orsay. &lt;a href="http://www.longitudebooks.com/find/p/2241/mcms.html"&gt;http://www.longitudebooks.com/find/p/2241/mcms.html&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…this is how I spent my not-so-100% saturday today. I feel better now…as I did something productive instead of sleeping the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have an artistic talent though, able to express my feelings thru drawing or painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115837995648334454?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115837995648334454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115837995648334454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115837995648334454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115837995648334454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/impressionists.html' title='The Impressionists'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115829496517944469</id><published>2006-09-15T14:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:15.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies...</title><content type='html'>I love watching movies. And I watch nearly all kinds of movies...well actually, except action, sci-fi, or anything with blood and gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Cropse Bride&lt;/strong&gt; - dark and funny, the puppets are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Tsotsi&lt;/strong&gt; - a true gem (best oscar foreign film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Match Point&lt;/strong&gt;- average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Flightplan &lt;/strong&gt;- quite engaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Broken Flowers&lt;/strong&gt; - always enjoy Jim Jarmusch's films. Leave you thinking at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Night on Earth&lt;/strong&gt; - Jim Jarmusch's best film I reckon. Five cities, five taxis, five stories, one night. I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115829496517944469?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115829496517944469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115829496517944469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115829496517944469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115829496517944469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/movies.html' title='Movies...'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115828666167294001</id><published>2006-09-15T12:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.940+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me? I don't like kids! They give me headache when I see them screaming in the supermarkets. I can't wait to dispense their antibiotic prescriptions so they can be out of sight and out of the way ASAP. But, I want to have a BABY now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?? Seriously. I want to feel how it feels when you are pregnant, the moment when doctor confirm such diagnosis, the change in size of your tummy...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I don't know what I am thinking right now....it's scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115828666167294001?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115828666167294001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115828666167294001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115828666167294001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115828666167294001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='What Am I Thinking?'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115819836835628340</id><published>2006-09-14T11:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Zone with Grey's Anatomy and House</title><content type='html'>Last few days, I isolated myself from the outside world (except visiting the gym for an hour per day). I was hooked on watching the DVDs of "Grey's Anatomy" and "House".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Laurie acted brilliantly as Dr. House. An English actor playing American, Hugh is superb. Dr. House is a bitter, cranky, cynical yet absolutely intelligent doctor. He rarely visits his patients and would call you an idiot to your face. You would actually feel guilty loving Dr. House because he's so arrogant and callous, but he keeps you entertained because you can't wait to hear what he'll says next. At the end, he is the type of doctor you want curing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grey's Anatomy" stars Ellen Pompeo as the narrator - Meredith Grey. Her mother is the famous surgeon and she is trying to follow in her mother's footsteps. The story revolves around her time as an intern and the people she meets and sort of is portrayed as "survival camp for medical students." Grey's Anatomy" has a lot more depth to it on so many levels. Let's face it, who really wants to talk about death? This show involves some humor, unlike ER, but you also get the blood and guts popping out, very sad moments, more involved stories about the DRs personal life's, relationships inside the hospital, and the great music puts it over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoy watching Sandra Oh's character - Dr. Cristina Yang. Her character is so complex and hilarious. And who can say no to Patrick Dempsey's character - Dr. McDreamy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115819836835628340?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115819836835628340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115819836835628340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115819836835628340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115819836835628340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-my-zone-with-greys-anatomy-and.html' title='In My Zone with Grey&apos;s Anatomy and House'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115754056157333021</id><published>2006-09-06T20:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Decision</title><content type='html'>After months of mental and physical "torture", I am finally free!! Very happy to have made the decision to leave my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am very relaxed, feel great, happy, and more positive. And after a couple of job interviews (just testing the water!), my self-esteem grew quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my wrist has stopped being sore and my skin has become smoother pretty straight away! hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of getting too attached with my work mates, and that will never happen again. I thought I should stay with my job because I got along well with all staff and they didn't want me to leave. But a week since I have left now, my best girl hasn't called me once. I've learnt my lesson, and honestly, I am over it. Not upset about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of feeling too sorry for the boss and didn't realise at the end, its employer-employee relationship. Bosses will forever wanted to pay you the least but expect you to work your butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I am very happy now, and that's what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115754056157333021?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115754056157333021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115754056157333021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115754056157333021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115754056157333021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-decision.html' title='The Right Decision'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115555592071929704</id><published>2006-08-14T21:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.697+11:00</updated><title type='text'>愛上一個人的7個預兆</title><content type='html'>愛上一個人的7個預兆(轉載)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.當你正在忙時，卻把手機開著，等著她/他的短信..你已經愛上她/他了   &lt;br /&gt;2.如果你喜歡和她/他兩個人單獨漫步..你已經愛上她/他了  &lt;br /&gt;3.當你和她/他在一起時，你會假裝不注意他，但是當她離/他開你的視線時，你會急著尋找她/他...你已經愛上她了   &lt;br /&gt;4.當她/他受傷或生病時，你會很關心她，替她/他著急..你已經愛上他了   &lt;br /&gt;5.當她/他和別人要好時，你會感到吃不知其味...你已經愛上她了   &lt;br /&gt;6.當你看到她/他那甜美的笑時，你的嘴角會揚起一絲得意的笑..你已經愛上她/他了.........  &lt;br /&gt;7.當你看到這篇文章時，心裏想到某個人  你又想起誰?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115555592071929704?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115555592071929704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115555592071929704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115555592071929704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115555592071929704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/08/7.html' title='愛上一個人的7個預兆'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115546687332461715</id><published>2006-08-13T20:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.619+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>I finally resigned, removing myself from this cancerous place. And I am very happy. There must be something better waiting for me outside somewhere that made me decide to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an experience. I come out a better person. I haven't lost anything from leaving this job but gained a whole heaps more. I have a better understanding of myself now and know what to avoid in future situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my angelic qualities,&lt;br /&gt;but gear up the necessary weapons to defend/protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not to have to show off these gears all the time,&lt;br /&gt;but only flash them,&lt;br /&gt;so people are cautious with me,&lt;br /&gt;and not take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, all I want is to rest up, prepare myself, and come back alive and kicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115546687332461715?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115546687332461715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115546687332461715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115546687332461715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115546687332461715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/08/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson learnt'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115484536705319993</id><published>2006-08-06T16:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>What would you do when people misunderstand you? Do you&lt;br /&gt;1. sort things out with whoever involved and get things straight, or&lt;br /&gt;2. let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose option 1., then does it mean that you worry a lot about what other people think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose option 2., does it mean that you secretly admit that others HAVE NOT misunderstood you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freakingly killing me. I know I shouldn't get annoyed by these silly people because I did nothing wrong. I should just let it go and forget all about it. But....it's haunting me, I can't let it out of my mind and I am constantly getting angry whenever I think of the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh...............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115484536705319993?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115484536705319993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115484536705319993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115484536705319993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115484536705319993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/08/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115460083253741782</id><published>2006-08-03T20:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello....."</title><content type='html'>He called me today!!! Haven't heard from him for nearly a month, I was really surprised to hear from him. He called to say he was in the area where I work and would like to have lunch with me. But unfortunately, I was sick at home with a massive headache, let alone looking horribly drugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he is free next Tuesday instead. I am rostered to have a day off that day and it would be good if we could catch up for lunch.. But he won't be in town then due to work commitment, so......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck there, but I am still happy that he thought of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115460083253741782?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115460083253741782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115460083253741782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115460083253741782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115460083253741782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title='&quot;Hello.....&quot;'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115408902398653600</id><published>2006-07-28T22:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.358+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>I have never noticed this much before, that my parents are really getting old. My dad used to be the same height as me, but the other day when we were standing next to each other inside a lift, he has obviously “shrunk”! And looking at my mum from behind, she looks “fragile”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared. I know it’s part of life, but I really am scared. &lt;br /&gt;I love them very much, but I never tell them how much I love them, nor giving them hugs or kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Will I regret it later? When there aren’t any more opportunities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115408902398653600?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115408902398653600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115408902398653600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115408902398653600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115408902398653600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/07/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115321888426913131</id><published>2006-07-18T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.277+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Second time now..</title><content type='html'>Am I being too serious? &lt;br /&gt;Should I treat work colleagues as work colleagues only but never as friends? &lt;br /&gt;Should I always keep a distance to protect myself?&lt;br /&gt;But how do I back off? And to what extent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I get hurt by people I work with. &lt;br /&gt;Did I do anything wrong by being nice to people? Can't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Haven't resigned yet. Boss just found out his dad has cancer. Not a good time now, feel sorry for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115321888426913131?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115321888426913131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115321888426913131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115321888426913131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115321888426913131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/07/second-time-now.html' title='Second time now..'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115226640310562042</id><published>2006-07-07T19:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to go......</title><content type='html'>Gonna resign coming Monday. My body has been giving me heaps of signals that it is under a lot of stress and can't handle anymore. After 15 months of "torture", it's time to call a quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the talk with the boss goes well, and I won't feel bad saying NO when him asks me to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115226640310562042?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115226640310562042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115226640310562042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115226640310562042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115226640310562042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-time-to-go.html' title='It&apos;s time to go......'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115193180592582781</id><published>2006-07-03T22:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.133+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touching Story</title><content type='html'>Heard this story on the radio while driving home from work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exhausted father arrived home from a 12-hour shift. His 7-yr old greeted him at the front door. Without realizing that his father was very tired and in a bad mood, the son asked,” Dad, how much do you make an hour?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? How dare you ask me this sort of question?” the father was fuming.&lt;br /&gt;“I just want to know.” The son said.&lt;br /&gt;“$20 per hour!! Now leave your father alone. I need a cold beer.”&lt;br /&gt;“But dad, can you give me $9?” the son asked.&lt;br /&gt;“What? I only make $20 per hour and you ask for $9 so you could buy some kind of stupid toy, right? Now go back to your room!” the father yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very disappointed, the son ran back to his room, jumped onto his bed and hid himself under the quilt, sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch, with the empty can of beer in his hand, the father thought he might have been a bit hard on his son. He shouldn’t have taken it out on his son just because he had a hard day at work. Plus, his son seldom asks for money to buy toys anyway. He felt bad and so he went to his son’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Son, are you asleep? Can I talk to you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, sure you can dad.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I thought I was a bit too hard on you before. Sorry my dear. Now, here is your $9.”&lt;br /&gt;The son jumped out from his bed and gave his father a hug, “Oh! Thanks dad. Thank you!”&lt;br /&gt;“Now, can I ask why you need $9? What is it that you wanna buy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son quickly opened the drawer of his bedside table and took out $11.&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you ask for money while you have some yourself?” the dad asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Because I didn’t have enough dad.”&lt;br /&gt;“Now, what is it exactly that you wanna buy?”&lt;br /&gt;“Dad, I now have $20. Can I buy an hour of your time? I wanna spend some time with you dad.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115193180592582781?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115193180592582781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115193180592582781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115193180592582781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115193180592582781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/07/touching-story.html' title='A Touching Story'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115158453231005585</id><published>2006-06-29T21:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:14.054+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>All the end of the financial year crap has made my work very much like hell. Stocktake, millions of reports, checking for expired stock, thinking of reasons to explain existence of expired stock....etc etc.......really pissing me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, so looking forward to my day off next thursday! Gonna meet up with an ex-colleague for lunch, and probably movie afterwards. I believe we will have a good time. I miss Susie so much. We are best mates and used to chat at work all the time. We talked about everything, dieting, fashions, family, and.....guys of course! At one stage we were so crazy about our weight issue, we did push-ups and lunges at work together! haha....lucky no customers caught us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to believe in star signs, but I am a very typical aquarian....extremely MOODY! and so is Susie. So most of the times, we understand each other pretty well. We know just what to do when suddenly one of us changes mood for no reason...and it always works....haha..quite funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To something different, God, please give me patience and peace in heart. I need to stay calm, especially in the next 7 days. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115158453231005585?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115158453231005585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115158453231005585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115158453231005585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115158453231005585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-115115279832181221</id><published>2006-06-24T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny feeling</title><content type='html'>When he popped in yesterday afternoon, I was flat out. We only managed to chat for about 5 minutes, but I have been thinking of him since. Keep replaying our conversations in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was only his second visit, and I didn't even remember his name from the first time! Why? very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about him, except that he has worked as a nurse before. What is it about him that I am attracted to???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115115279832181221?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115115279832181221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115115279832181221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115115279832181221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115115279832181221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-feeling.html' title='Funny feeling'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115097439745432821</id><published>2006-06-22T20:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.811+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since my brother left Melbourne last month, my sister and I have been receiving a hell lot more attention from mum, which quite frankly, is getting a bit annoying. So during her 2 weeks semester break, my sister decided to stay at her friend's place, which is only 10km away. Well.....I don't blame her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a haircut last week. Feeling fresher and happier. The last time I had a "decent" haircut was when I broke up with my ex. Haha....and believe it or not, I recovered faster than expected. So, hoping for a change in days ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck to Patricia's trip to China. Hope her hard work in the past few months gets paid off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"E75", thank you. I feel a lot better now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to a friend's birthday party this weekend, have to get her a present tomorrow. Or should I just chip in with someone else? hehe....Looking forward to it, should be fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115097439745432821?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115097439745432821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115097439745432821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115097439745432821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115097439745432821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/recent-updates.html' title='Recent updates'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115019960237931092</id><published>2006-06-13T21:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.739+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble." (Psalm 46:1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped." (Psalm 28:7)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from church said that we shouldn't rely our happiness solely on external factors like work or people around you, but on God. Only those who believe in Him feel the joy and peace with God. Two people living in the same environment may have different feelings and ideas; one may be happy while the other may feel uncomfortable or disgusted. Not to mention that nothing is definite in the world nowadays. So when we are content with ourselves (and that only occurs when we have God in us), no matter how difficult or uncertain situations have become, we are still happy from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!! An opportunity of working at another pharmacy arises. I am considering it partly because I am not very happy with my current working environment. But if I consider what my friend said about happiness, I should really stay and focus on my own "happiness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115019960237931092?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115019960237931092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115019960237931092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115019960237931092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115019960237931092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-115001378408043621</id><published>2006-06-11T18:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or shouldn't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You are entitled to more in life."&lt;br /&gt;"It sounds like a prescription factory to me."&lt;br /&gt;"You've tried changing for the last year, has it ever worked?"&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't change yourself to be less conscientious to customers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him, but why am I hesitated? What am I afraid of now? Afraid of changing? I still have doubts in this, should I try one more time? But I know it's a vicious cycle and I will feel the very same again. I know I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-115001378408043621?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/115001378408043621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=115001378408043621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115001378408043621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/115001378408043621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html' title='Should I or shouldn&apos;t I?'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-114975493964767520</id><published>2006-06-08T18:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.512+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>Can't wait to watch the final episode of FOX drama Prison Break. Wentworth Miller is sooooo cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching the show on DVD (from sis's friend), a few episodes ahead of the current TV schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just waiting for the final disc!! Come on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114975493964767520?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114975493964767520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114975493964767520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114975493964767520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114975493964767520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-114950805388477715</id><published>2006-06-05T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.442+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny email</title><content type='html'>Caller: Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well...just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one) was involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one) got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Look, if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114950805388477715?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114950805388477715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114950805388477715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114950805388477715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114950805388477715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-email.html' title='Funny email'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-114939691007051206</id><published>2006-06-04T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.359+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon</title><content type='html'>Just got a call from my best mate at work. She's gone into hospital for a really bad case of pharyngitis. She could barely talk on the phone yesterday, couldn't even eat or drink. With a high temperature, she admitted herself into hospital last night. And she is now on IV drip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve sick customers all the time, and it is not uncommon that customers occasionally cough RIGHT AT OUR FACE! Plus, considering coughs and colds are highly prevalent at this time of the year, a few of us have already been feeling sick at work, including myself. Starting with a sore throat last 2 days, my chest is getting a bit congested now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, lets hope we get better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114939691007051206?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114939691007051206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114939691007051206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114939691007051206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114939691007051206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-well-soon.html' title='Get well soon'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-114878955861264908</id><published>2006-05-28T14:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.287+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts on a lazy Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got up at 12:30pm (went to bed at 9:30pm last night). Starving.&lt;br /&gt;Had porridge with soy milk while reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;So cold outside, don’t wanna move. How about going back to bed?&lt;br /&gt;The house is a mess, dishes needed to be done, my room needs vacuuming.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to Machu Picchu.&lt;br /&gt;Craving to drink some French wine.&lt;br /&gt;Need a hair treatment, too many split ends.&lt;br /&gt;Like this quote -&gt;&gt; “Never explain - your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the Melbourne weather? It's only autumn but it's bloodly freezing!&lt;br /&gt;Fingers can't type properly, brain not working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114878955861264908?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114878955861264908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114878955861264908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114878955861264908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114878955861264908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts-on-lazy-sunday.html' title='Random thoughts on a lazy Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-114846790741949555</id><published>2006-05-24T20:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.217+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick.........</title><content type='html'>Disappointed to once again, experience the ugliness of the human nature. Why can’t everyone be nice to each other? Why do we have to bitch and talk behind people's back? Sarcasm. Office politics. I am soooooo sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114846790741949555?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114846790741949555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114846790741949555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114846790741949555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114846790741949555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-sick.html' title='So sick.........'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-114819616884026044</id><published>2006-05-21T17:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.146+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>FAMILY is the big word these 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister is having an operation tomorrow. Though small and relatively safe and is just a day surgery, the family, mum in particular, is still worried. Mum always says that when she sees us going through pain or sadness of any sort, she feels for us so much she rather goes through it herself. I guess this is natural for all mums to think like that. When we are in pain, mum suffers just as much. Please pray for my sister. Please pray for my mum too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother will be leaving next week and embark on his journey to have a crack at the business world overseas. I somehow feel bad that I can’t help him much as we are in very different career fields. All I could do is to ask some of my friends if they have any connections. It’s very tough out there. Truly wish him good luck and all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Mum and dad are doing fine. No dramas, no arguments. I was actually very impressed that they sneaked away together to an afternoon tea at the winery 2 weeks ago. They deserve more quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family……how's my life’s gonna be without my family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114819616884026044?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114819616884026044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114819616884026044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114819616884026044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114819616884026044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-114809946019933459</id><published>2006-05-20T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>My brother added an extra something to put after his name today – MBA (Melb). Well done bro! So proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad got really excited last night, busy picking outfits for the occasion, making sure their colours matched that of my brother’s academic dress – hood of skyblue-lined black silk with gold band. Quite nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a freezing autumn morning, with rain drizzling. While it was hard to leave our electric blanketed beds, everyone was ready and we left the house at 8:30am. Not to mention that my sister and I had to fight for the hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the ceremony, it was, of course, photos taking opportunities. It was lots of fun, everyone took turns to take pics with my brother, mum &amp; dad, mum only, dad only, then the two sisters, then mum &amp;amp; the girls, then the whole family……so many “combinations”, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/1600/P1010728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/200/P1010728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have to laugh at my dad though. He brought the full professional set of camera with him, with the stand and extra long lens and many more…..but have to admit, the picture quality is so much better than those from the digital cameras. He was enjoying himself too and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a short afternoon nap before another celebratory dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114809946019933459?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114809946019933459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114809946019933459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114809946019933459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114809946019933459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28261879.post-114795746716196066</id><published>2006-05-18T22:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:13.005+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A book worth reading again</title><content type='html'>Just finished "A Fine Balance" by Rohinton Mistry. &lt;a href="http://www.freshlimesoda.com/reviews/mistry.htm"&gt;http://www.freshlimesoda.com/reviews/mistry.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an okay book to me, a tragi-comedy, but won't agree with the bookstore's manager as her best book ever read so far this year. Anyway, I am glad I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? It's time to find another book to read. I find bedtime reading relaxes my mind, helps relieve stress, helps me sleep better, and as I seldom get too excited reading a book till the early mornings, I am always reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm....how about re-reading "Follow your heart" by Andrew Matthews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843174919/102-2445710-0285750?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843174919/102-2445710-0285750?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I desperately need some new insights and wisdom in life, I might actually do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it helps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114795746716196066?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114795746716196066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114795746716196066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114795746716196066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114795746716196066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/05/book-worth-reading-again.html' title='A book worth reading again'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28261879.post-114786955554986933</id><published>2006-05-17T22:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:12.909+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/1600/94.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3813/2991/200/94.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been dark in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to see some light now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28261879-114786955554986933?l=tamagosee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/feeds/114786955554986933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28261879&amp;postID=114786955554986933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114786955554986933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28261879/posts/default/114786955554986933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamagosee.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>tamago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889488207587140742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
