<?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-29753736</id><updated>2012-01-26T23:52:52.572+08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Moscow experience'/><category term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>An abandoned friend</title><subtitle type='html'>Me and...that's me :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-1867283236334384252</id><published>2010-05-17T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:06:06.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I thought my first post about my pregnancy would be something exciting and happy. Unfortunately, there will be a patch of dark cloud hovering over the sky of this post. There were plans to put up scan photos and to detail each milestone. But things came to a halt before I can even start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I took my Oscar about a week ago and the result turned out to be 1:235 (high risk category). Upon further examination of the report, my baby seems to be having a higher than normal nuchal transparency (NT) reading. An amnio test was recommended. I started reading up about NT and the results of the Oscar. It is a very frustrating process as different medical reports would give you different conclusions or no conclusion. Some were things that assured you while others were information that put you in an uneasy situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Staying positive at this juncture is the most important and perhaps most difficult. Turning to faith seems to have a calming effect. At service on Sunday, the message was to trust and have faith. A random reading of today's Bible verse is also about having faith. I trust my chances are good as the odds are relatively low and I will put my faith on Him to guide me through this process and what comes thereafter. I hope I can start detailing my pregnancy soon. 2 more weeks. Chin up!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1867283236334384252?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1867283236334384252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1867283236334384252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1867283236334384252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1867283236334384252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2010/05/pregnancy-blues.html' title='Pregnancy Blues'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2214872343003604515</id><published>2010-02-25T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:31:34.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncluttering my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I has been a while since I last updated my blog. Strangely for this post, I don't know where to begin, how to structure .....But it doesn't matter. The aim is to unclutter some thoughts. Someone told me recently that when a door is shut on you, there are always others that will open. Options. I woke up one morning, having a very strong conviction to break out of my current life. Not that it is not good enough, it's just a feeling of being shortchanged. While there is this strong conviction, a voice murmurs within me, "Stop being so self-centred. Think about those around you. You have a responsibility with them too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyhow, I was overcome by that conviction and suddenly everything seems so calm and clear. Opportunities start to present itself. My only confusion now is, "What do I want?". Yes, another "Me" statement. I don't know. I am just blown away by that conviction, by the opportunities that presented itself thereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Searching within, the only visual that keeps appearing is, "Do something meaningful, do something you like." Shall let this guide me to wherever I shall be next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2214872343003604515?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2214872343003604515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2214872343003604515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2214872343003604515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2214872343003604515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2010/02/uncluttering-my-thoughts.html' title='Uncluttering my thoughts'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-5432177256078260434</id><published>2009-12-29T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:26:55.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Last week of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SzlO5hKg_xI/AAAAAAAAArM/WtDQPrRfyLc/s1600-h/2010-roth-ira-conversion-rules-limits[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420450376579088146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SzlO5hKg_xI/AAAAAAAAArM/WtDQPrRfyLc/s200/2010-roth-ira-conversion-rules-limits%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking a stock check of 2009. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SzlOkjkWQ-I/AAAAAAAAArE/383V6hRhC_k/s1600-h/2010-roth-ira-conversion-rules-limits[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most memorable..........Spain and Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most dreadful.........time in office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most blissful.......family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most unexpected.........3 pregnant colleagues at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most anticipated.........a new house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forwarding to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most anticipated......a change in routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most challenging......courage to live life the way I want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The most sincere prayer......for family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5432177256078260434?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5432177256078260434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5432177256078260434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5432177256078260434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5432177256078260434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-week-of-2009.html' title='Last week of 2009'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SzlO5hKg_xI/AAAAAAAAArM/WtDQPrRfyLc/s72-c/2010-roth-ira-conversion-rules-limits%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6176747933519786565</id><published>2009-12-19T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:29:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for him to get back on track,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for him to be responsible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for their freedom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for their rid of problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for them to enjoy retirement, or near retirement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for light at the end of the tunnel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for new path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for her fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I pray for a better life in heaven otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;In YOUR name, I pray. YOU do hear, YOU do know.....right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6176747933519786565?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6176747933519786565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6176747933519786565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6176747933519786565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6176747933519786565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayers.html' title='Prayers....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-8131128061755503598</id><published>2009-11-02T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:39:36.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Some kind of a mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was turning into the car park when I had to stop for a woman to cross the road. She did not bothered to check if there were any incoming cars. She looked as though she was in her own world and took her own sweet time to walk pass my car. Just when I thought she was done and my leg was on the accelerator, out came her little daughter. She emerged from behind the van that was stationery on the other side of the road. I was lucky that I had not stepped on the accelerator. The little girl, probably about 4 years old, had her head down as the raindrops were pattering on her little raincoat hood. I was in a moment of shock when she appeared. How can someone allowed her child to cross the road on her own? She was so young. I cannot imagine what will happen if I had moved off after her. However, her mother was oblivious about the whole incident. Thank God, I was split of a second slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8131128061755503598?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8131128061755503598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8131128061755503598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8131128061755503598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8131128061755503598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-kind-of-mother.html' title='Some kind of a mother!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7625835977151798710</id><published>2009-10-17T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:36:12.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;An incident yesterday made me reflect on these 2 words, "socially responsible". These are such morally-weighted words. It is easy to tell someone with influenza to be socially responsible and rest at home until one is well. However, the 2 words will weigh a ton on people with diseases such as AIDS. What does being socially responsible mean for these people? Maybe, it could mean stay away; minimum contact please; your absence is for the good of your love ones; isolation etc. Why this perception? I guess "socially responsible" is not given due justice as our environment is not ideally forgiving. Let me explain. Assuming the community fully understands how HIV can be transmitted, trust the probability of accidental infection is negligible, is inclusive of the infected and discrimination is unheard of, being socially responsible would be a by-product. Yes, this may be Utopian. But remember the quote, "every action, there's a reaction"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;If one has to be permanently isolated just to be socially responsible, if one has to be cut off from their love ones just to be socially responsible, if one has to stay away just to be socially responsible, what is the quality of life for them? Let's not connect how they had contracted the disease to how they should lead their life thereafter. The sheer fact of being infected is a price paid, not forgetting there are also innocent victims. Maybe, for these people, the environment they once trust becomes unfamiliar, the people they once loved becomes distant just because they try to be socially responsible. "Please be socially responsible"....a so morally-weighted statement. An important cultivated behavior but a harsh one too if you are at the other end of the spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7625835977151798710?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7625835977151798710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7625835977151798710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7625835977151798710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7625835977151798710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflection.html' title='A reflection'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6229260345429147579</id><published>2009-09-04T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:21:46.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sitting in office, staring at the monitor, chatting online with colleagues, blogging about what I am doing now. Such boring life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6229260345429147579?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6229260345429147579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6229260345429147579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6229260345429147579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6229260345429147579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7814555347234496102</id><published>2009-06-29T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:45:21.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mind Blowing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am tired but I must get this excitement off my chest. My first travel photography class. At 7.15pm today, I thought I signed up for a useless class (when I saw the course outline). Looked very basic and boring to me. But when the class started, I was blown away. Visualise this; a young man on a "bucket boat" trying to empty a pail of water that had seeped into the boat on a shimmering Saigon River just before day break. How about 2 clay Ho Ching Ming statues (one wrapped in clear plastic and another in Vietnamese newspapers) placed behind a Peugeot(french) bicycle etc. I am not good with words and I don't think I had given justice to the photos using my descriptions. But it was that kind of photos I aspire to produce. They showed life beyond my 3ft by 3ft cubicle, beyond emphasis of deadlines, beyond trying to justify you are a more-than-average. It shows simplicity can be beautiful, it shows life can be simple, it shows diversity and variety, it shows purity of nature, it shows our existence is not the center of the world. Reuben asked me this last Saturday; what kind of photos I like to take. I couldn't decide until today. I want photo-stories. Photos that tell stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7814555347234496102?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7814555347234496102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7814555347234496102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7814555347234496102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7814555347234496102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-blowing.html' title='Mind Blowing....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2547126926818815503</id><published>2009-06-18T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:13:28.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Another health episode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Somehow, my health always takes a toll when my boss is on leave. And when it happened, I usually did not have the luxury of taking medical leave. It happened again. I was down with a very bad allergic reaction. To what, I do not know. All I knew was after eating the crepe with Peking duck and lychee fillings, rashes, swollen fingers and swollen lips were what's left. The 3 rounds of visitation to the doctor was a torture with all the waiting and screening procedures. Worse still, I still cannot find out why am I having difficulty in breathing. The X-rays shown perfectly clear lungs and throat. Maybe its not the lungs? Maybe its the heart? Had been sleeping badly for the last 3 nights; waking up at 12am and only to fall asleep again at 3am. Tired.....I need a break, I want some rest, I have to sleep. But what am I doing? In office at 7pm, hungry, tired .....If I am lucky, I should be able to get out of this tiny cubicle at 8pm. Praying to get out soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2547126926818815503?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2547126926818815503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2547126926818815503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2547126926818815503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2547126926818815503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-health-episode.html' title='Another health episode'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6670911328718335954</id><published>2009-05-17T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:40:25.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Excruciating first experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ShATtOpy_4I/AAAAAAAAApM/P6ossMrlRrA/s1600-h/small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ShATtOpy_4I/AAAAAAAAApM/P6ossMrlRrA/s200/small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336787226182483842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I was conned by its far from intimidating outlook. I thought I could take the pain. I was wrong. I had my first and probably last (unless of absolute necessity) acupuncture session. I was literally being pinned down by 17 hair-line thick formidable needles. 4 on my arms, 4 on my legs and 9 on my tummy. All in the name of vanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I thought, "How painful can it be? It was not an injury anyway." When the first needle went in, I knew I made the wrong decision. It was pain that you cannot preempt. It was an ant bite, followed by a second of electrocution and then 30 minutes of aches with numbness. In some areas, it was an an bite, followed by a second of electrocution with occasional muscle spasm and 30 minutes of aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This was not all! The removal process sent off instant excruciating pain and muscle twitch. Next came the cupping process. A procedure where bamboo or glass cups were heated and immediately cupped onto the skin. The vacuum created by the heat sucked up as much flesh as it could causing the cups to be securely attached to the body. The purpose? To force the toxins in the body to float up to the surface of the skin. I must admit, due to excessive possession of flesh on my body, the cupping process was more damaging than the needles. (See picutre - I have 12 of these marks on my body.) When the alarm from the physician's table sound, I knew it was over. I had never felt so relieved and relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The "acupunctured" feeling did not end there. I wonder how many days before all the effects wear away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6670911328718335954?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6670911328718335954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6670911328718335954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6670911328718335954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6670911328718335954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/05/excruciating-first-experience.html' title='Excruciating first experience!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ShATtOpy_4I/AAAAAAAAApM/P6ossMrlRrA/s72-c/small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-1018269417172933895</id><published>2009-05-11T08:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:37:05.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>我要走天涯！</title><content type='html'>世界这么大，为何我却天天躲在这小小的空间里呢？&lt;br /&gt;我要走天涯，这里看看，那里瞧瞧。&lt;br /&gt;我不要争荣誉，也不想乘天对着无味的deadline.&lt;br /&gt;我要走天涯！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1018269417172933895?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1018269417172933895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1018269417172933895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1018269417172933895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1018269417172933895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='我要走天涯！'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-5762520644364015094</id><published>2009-04-28T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:05:41.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Retirement thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone said, "be careful what you wish for, it might just happen!". "I wish for early retirement, I wish for a windfall, I wish that whatever I wish for just now will happen." Hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5762520644364015094?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5762520644364015094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5762520644364015094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5762520644364015094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5762520644364015094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/retirement-thoughts.html' title='Retirement thoughts...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6033425390531137704</id><published>2009-04-27T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:08:42.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Everyone has their worth and purpose in this world. Ever wonder what is yours? A friend shared his thoughts. That, there's a fellowship to be formed, there's blessings and goodness from the almighty to be enjoyed. While we lament about the toughness of life, the many "if only" situations, it takes wisdom and peace to see its intangible richness. I am glad at least I have 1 wise friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6033425390531137704?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6033425390531137704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6033425390531137704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6033425390531137704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6033425390531137704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/wondering.html' title='Wondering..'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3844968605000421060</id><published>2009-03-24T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:18:37.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Finally started!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjrYVXBHGI/AAAAAAAAApE/s7zcpssFlhw/s1600-h/Photo+4+-+Siew+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjrYVXBHGI/AAAAAAAAApE/s7zcpssFlhw/s200/Photo+4+-+Siew+Eng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316758163393944674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjrFLG3mAI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wv_HDz2AvG0/s1600-h/Photo+3+-+Siew+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjrFLG3mAI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wv_HDz2AvG0/s200/Photo+3+-+Siew+Eng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316757834224343042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjqtenW5XI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NYSuyE8c8EM/s1600-h/Photo1+-+Siew+Eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjqtenW5XI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NYSuyE8c8EM/s200/Photo1+-+Siew+Eng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316757427144025458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I finally started my photography class. Dealing with concepts such as F-stops, aperture, shutter speed, focal length etc were not easy tasks, especially after a long day in office. But it's fun. Here are 3 of the 5 photos which I had selected for a photo critic session on Thursday. Wonder how bad will they be critic. Cross my fingers :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3844968605000421060?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3844968605000421060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3844968605000421060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3844968605000421060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3844968605000421060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-started.html' title='Finally started!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/ScjrYVXBHGI/AAAAAAAAApE/s7zcpssFlhw/s72-c/Photo+4+-+Siew+Eng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7911366291918792042</id><published>2009-03-04T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:17:03.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are there more cars on the road or am I imagining things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7911366291918792042?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7911366291918792042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7911366291918792042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7911366291918792042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7911366291918792042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/03/cars.html' title='Cars...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2720979513134800193</id><published>2009-02-16T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:12:35.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Who should carry the bag - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you have the same build as your parents, who should carry your school bag? Answer: Your parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P/s: This is not my opinion but my observation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2720979513134800193?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2720979513134800193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2720979513134800193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2720979513134800193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2720979513134800193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-should-carry-bag-part-2.html' title='Who should carry the bag - Part 2'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3002729596762136899</id><published>2009-02-11T08:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:07:25.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Who should carry the bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Occasionally, I will meet this neighbour leaving for school in the lift. She is a secondary school student who is studying at the school next to my condo. What struck me when I first met her was her unkempt hair. Maybe its one of my idiosyncrasy, I found myself starring at her mop for a good 10 seconds. Hair aside, what disgusted me more was her maid. Her maid was carrying her bag, yes, her school bag. And to make it more unbelievable, she was helping her to carry it to the car where her mother was waiting in it to fetch her to school. If you still remember, her school is just next to our condo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a few issues with this mop-haired girl. One, she looks perfectly healthy but she is unable to carry her bag. Two, someone should buy her a comb. If you think that she happened to meet me on a bad hair day, you are wrong. Her hair looks the same state on the many occasions that we met. Three, maybe we should push for a environment-friendly cum physical activity day. Something like, "Park Your Car, Walk On The Tar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pity is, I was never on the "trouble maker" mode when I met her. If not, I think I would have created an unfriendly neighbour as I confronted this, in my opinion, unacceptable laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3002729596762136899?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3002729596762136899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3002729596762136899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3002729596762136899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3002729596762136899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-should-carry-bag.html' title='Who should carry the bag?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7732618371863099434</id><published>2009-01-23T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:24:49.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Expressway express?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These are my observations when driving on the expressway nowadays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a. Left lane - for extremely slow vehicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b. Middle lane - for slow vehicles and top speed "tua leng gong"s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;c. Right lane - for normal speed vehicles, accident-causing tail-gaters and hell drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So are expressways still express? Only when you are on the right lane, in front of normal speed vehicles, being tail-gated by irritating vehicles roaring to kiss your car's ass and behind the hell drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7732618371863099434?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7732618371863099434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7732618371863099434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7732618371863099434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7732618371863099434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/01/expressway-express.html' title='Expressway express?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-9142142112253967379</id><published>2009-01-13T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:02:23.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Human Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Relationship, something very delicate. It can be strong and be in a "I will ride with you through any storm" mode in one second and be in "I don't know you at all" mode in another. I can never understand why we cannot be more forth coming in our thoughts, more transparent in our feelings. As a receiver, I always find it difficult to keep guessing what the other party is thinking, is feeling. What if I misinterpret? What if I am a devil's advocate? Wouldn't the receiver then be wrongly accused, unduly misunderstood? If only we can take our life a bit simpler and be more true and clear with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-9142142112253967379?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9142142112253967379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=9142142112253967379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/9142142112253967379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/9142142112253967379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-touch.html' title='The Human Touch'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2657279226617556035</id><published>2008-12-26T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:33:14.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>Pebble's 2nd year anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's your 2nd anniversary. I cannot tell you how much I miss you. Someone dear, wrote this for me about you. I want to share it with you on your anniversary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;glimpses&lt;br /&gt;reaching out, touching you&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your hug&lt;br /&gt;as our nose touch&lt;br /&gt;breathe the life in you,in me&lt;br /&gt;almost&lt;br /&gt;it builds on..&lt;br /&gt;those rainy nights&lt;br /&gt;are you comforted&lt;br /&gt;with warmth and love&lt;br /&gt;or in some corners&lt;br /&gt;abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;it builds on...&lt;br /&gt;can I hang my soul&lt;br /&gt;or stow it away&lt;br /&gt;so the pain doesn't grow&lt;br /&gt;it's like a 1000 stab&lt;br /&gt;only to be resurrected again&lt;br /&gt;double the pain&lt;br /&gt;like being maimed&lt;br /&gt;it builds on....&lt;br /&gt;the weight of the memories&lt;br /&gt;wearing me down&lt;br /&gt;still glimpses of you&lt;br /&gt;as I reached out&lt;br /&gt;you fade away&lt;br /&gt;yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2657279226617556035?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2657279226617556035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2657279226617556035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2657279226617556035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2657279226617556035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/pebbles-2nd-year-anniversary.html' title='Pebble&apos;s 2nd year anniversary'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2216616075692497697</id><published>2008-12-26T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:23:23.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Seeking peaceful moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have been feeling disturbed recently. By what? Many things. But I think the culprit of it all is uncertainty. Uncertain of the future, the people around me, my life and myself as a person. The mind is in a whirlpool. The heart yearns for some peaceful moments. I'm tired. Tired of people's expectations of me, of my expectations of others, of the burdens I have to shoulder, of the things that are happening in my life, of the things that are not happening in my life. I have the sudden urge to go away. Somewhere far, where out of reach is out of mind. A selfish thought I know for we don't not exist for ourselves alone. How important is "I"? Rightfully, "I" should take care of myself, be my best friend etc for "I" am the most important person to me. Sounds self-centred but isn't that what self preservation is all about? Who will treat "I" better than myself if everyone has an "I" in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2216616075692497697?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2216616075692497697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2216616075692497697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2216616075692497697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2216616075692497697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeking-peaceful-moments.html' title='Seeking peaceful moments'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-8094216252439962982</id><published>2008-12-15T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:45:30.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blog for 3 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Took a peep at my old posts. Gosh, didn't realise that I have been blogging for 3 years already. What started as a record of my overseas experience and something to kill my boredom has stuck with me since. It's that time of the year when I need to change my blogskin again. Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8094216252439962982?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8094216252439962982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8094216252439962982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8094216252439962982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8094216252439962982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-for-3-years.html' title='Blog for 3 years'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3036635236306287537</id><published>2008-12-15T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:13:54.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>2008 coming to an end....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been running through what I had been through for 2008 in my mind recently. These are my takings for the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moving back from Moscow and starting work all over again. Life is beautiful but ironic at times. When I was in Moscow, I yearned so much for me to come back, to be with friends and family and to start doing something useful to the economy again. It happened in June 08. Starting my life on this little red dot again was not tough but certainly the contributing to the economy bit was not as exciting as I thought it would be. To begin with, I thought my skills were rusty and there were a lot of catching up to do. Things in the department were totally different from when I left. People are different, expectations are different, procedures are different. Life as an expatriate began to flash in front of my eyes in many instances. Moments in Moscow were, to my surprise, missed. I long for the freedom I had when I was in Moscow. The freedom of time, the freedom of doing things I want to do. Conclusion is, be careful what you wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought emotions about Pebble would have been better managed after 2 years. Apparently not so. Talking about her is still not easy. Memories of her are still vivid. Why does she arched so deeply in my heart? I think besides her being an endearing dog, there are many qualities about her which I cannot find in people whom I come in contact with everyday. I know she will never abandon me, I know she will always stay close, I know she will never desert me because of her other priorities, I know she will always provide that comfort touch. I know she will never take me for granted. On the contrary, I was the cause of her abandonment, her not being able to have someone close, her fending for herself in deep winter, her being in great danger for being alone out there........(I can't write anymore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What about friends? The long standing ones are still around and still playing a very important role in my life. New ones? Well, maybe hard to come by nowadays, maybe hard to establish that closeness too. I must admit I am not an easy friend to have for I have my own close to idealistic demands. I believe those who can get close will be thrown off by such idealism. Maybe that's why new friends exited my life after establishing a certain closeness, whether I like it or not. What happens then? Nothing very much besides adding another name to the "Abandonment" list and another dosage of heartache and pain. You will ask, "why not stop looking? Stop having those ridiculous demands? It's a vicious cycle isn't it? It's asking for trouble and then wanting people to pity you, isn't it?" Yes, I admit, in many instances, I did ask for it. I need the antidote call " gracious letting go".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Family? Realised that my folks are getting old and their falling sick one after another worries me. It is a very scary experience. The thought of losing them suddenly becomes very real. Praying for their good health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3036635236306287537?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3036635236306287537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3036635236306287537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3036635236306287537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3036635236306287537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-coming-to-end.html' title='2008 coming to an end....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-4064188755848677258</id><published>2008-12-13T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:58:32.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Our 8 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SUO-odoLodI/AAAAAAAAAnc/-RIYbc8Wlgw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279272790565560786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SUO-odoLodI/AAAAAAAAAnc/-RIYbc8Wlgw/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4th Dec 2000....I signed my life first and most important "contract". I remembered my answer to this question, "......will you take this man to be your legal husband....". It was "ok lor!". How inappropriate. I can still remember that stare the Solemniser gave me before she hastily corrected me. "I do" or "I do not" was the answer she was looking for, not the singlish version of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 years passed. I must say the jittery I had at ROM was uncalled for. It was a fulfilling 8 years. The experience of building our lives together are about trial and error, tolerance, respect and love. I look forward to another 8 years, 16 years, 24 years ..... with this man who look so cute in the photos above. Happy Anniversary, Darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4064188755848677258?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4064188755848677258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4064188755848677258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4064188755848677258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4064188755848677258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-8-years.html' title='Our 8 years...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SUO-odoLodI/AAAAAAAAAnc/-RIYbc8Wlgw/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7268917083137493718</id><published>2008-12-03T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:01:36.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>A long waited reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/STafOufap4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/f71K1ovi24g/s1600-h/compile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275579088857900930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/STafOufap4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/f71K1ovi24g/s400/compile2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our paths crossed in Moscow and they have remain so since. About 11/2 years ago, we began leaving the place we all met. Some went up North, many landed back in Asia and a couple left for the exotic. We met again finally, with an additional member to the group. May we meet again soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7268917083137493718?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7268917083137493718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7268917083137493718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7268917083137493718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7268917083137493718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-waited-reunion.html' title='A long waited reunion'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/STafOufap4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/f71K1ovi24g/s72-c/compile2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6088159806900338877</id><published>2008-12-02T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:14:03.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>2 years in 26 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was frantically looking for a video clip I had of Pebble last night. It was one that had her wearing shoes and trying to walk. The thought of losing the clip was unbearable. Only through the clips will I see her "alive" again. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f96f3f3fa7dcaa2e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6088159806900338877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6088159806900338877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6088159806900338877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6088159806900338877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-years-in-26-days.html' title='2 years in 26 days...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-1528698048746147357</id><published>2008-10-25T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:04:49.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A very special moment...</title><content type='html'>"Music Of My Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;What you've done for me&lt;br /&gt;What your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Has done for my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;The gift you've given me..I'll carry it with me (yeah...yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;Through the days ahead&lt;br /&gt;I think of days before&lt;br /&gt;You made me hope for something better (yes you did)&lt;br /&gt;And made me reach for something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door&lt;br /&gt;To something I've never known before&lt;br /&gt;And your love...(love)&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart.. (music of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Always on my side (always on my side)&lt;br /&gt;Always standing by (always standing by)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me through&lt;br /&gt;You were the song that always made me sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this for you (singing this for you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;I think of where I've been (think of where I've been)&lt;br /&gt;And of the one who knew me better&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone ever will again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door (you opened the door)&lt;br /&gt;To something I've never known before...&lt;br /&gt;And your love...(your love)&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you taught me&lt;br /&gt;Only your love could ever teach me&lt;br /&gt;You got through when no one could reach me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...ohh...ohh&lt;br /&gt;Cause you always saw in me&lt;br /&gt;All the best that I could beIt was you who set me free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (me inside)&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (me inside)&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart (music of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Help me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've opened the door (opened the door)&lt;br /&gt;To something I've never known before (never, never, felt before)&lt;br /&gt;And your love...Is the music of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1528698048746147357?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1528698048746147357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1528698048746147357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1528698048746147357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1528698048746147357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-special-moment.html' title='A very special moment...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-518227667801986984</id><published>2008-10-17T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:00:26.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Right or wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What governs right or wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When a decision or an action is done not in sync with your beliefs - it's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When otherwise - it's right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-518227667801986984?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/518227667801986984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=518227667801986984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/518227667801986984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/518227667801986984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or wrong?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-1512507992852728427</id><published>2008-10-13T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:46:03.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>For a friend .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SPNQ9WlJj9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5Oh1cGJKm-8/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256634205035139026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SPNQ9WlJj9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5Oh1cGJKm-8/s320/friends.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To a friend that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;walk with me when I'm alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;talk to me on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;guide me when I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hold me when I'm bushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hug me when my world collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;encourage me when my motivation lapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1512507992852728427?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1512507992852728427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1512507992852728427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1512507992852728427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1512507992852728427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-friend.html' title='For a friend .....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SPNQ9WlJj9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5Oh1cGJKm-8/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6122786925187238550</id><published>2008-10-06T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:00:16.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw a real cat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was walking past a coffee shop at Boon Keng when I spotted this cat. I was curious why the cat attracted so many stares from the patrons of the shop. Then it dawn onto me that the kitty had a rat in it's mouth. The rat gave a faint squeal before &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;succumbing&lt;/span&gt; to it's fate. Wow, just when I thought there's not real cat in Singapore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6122786925187238550?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6122786925187238550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6122786925187238550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6122786925187238550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6122786925187238550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-real-cat.html' title='I saw a real cat....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-8456913285091524054</id><published>2008-10-02T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:57:44.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>A Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dreamt of Pebble last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dreamt that I found her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dreamt that I cuddled her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dreamt that I played with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dreamt of her pointed ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dreamt of her little barks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But it's only a dream.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8456913285091524054?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8456913285091524054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8456913285091524054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8456913285091524054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8456913285091524054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='A Dream...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7120386740062334977</id><published>2008-10-01T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:56:34.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lecture on Grief, Loss &amp; The Language of Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SOMQbw0sMtI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Jidc_kFjFx8/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252059659592544978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SOMQbw0sMtI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Jidc_kFjFx8/s320/pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is grief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is it extreme sadness in brief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is it something that occurs only when we bereave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grief, a complex physical, emotional and social exhibition of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the sense of loss is too much to contain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Communication is hindered by the language of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though the former is essential to ease the emotional rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The construct of pain is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lost love constitutes extreme heart strain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lamenting in the strain, you will start to regain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The journey of healing is something you can ascertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You will be alone in this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But we can ensure that it won't be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because the language of pain is such an irony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eventually it will find a comforting destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That, is my learning of Grief, Loss and the language of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7120386740062334977?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7120386740062334977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7120386740062334977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7120386740062334977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7120386740062334977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/lecture-on-grief-loss-language-of-pain.html' title='Lecture on Grief, Loss &amp; The Language of Pain'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SOMQbw0sMtI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Jidc_kFjFx8/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5374400743810943422</id><published>2008-09-27T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:06:18.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Silent Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I came across this passage online. Was touched and saddened. Despair and helpless were my sense. A silent prayer for you, my friend (whoever wrote this....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who is that in the mirror,whose face look very familiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but yet it is a different face,one that has fallen out of grace.&lt;br /&gt;What is my tomorrow?Is it none but sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’m no longer the person I used to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve become a monster - a banshee.&lt;br /&gt;My anger, my emotions I can no longer contain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my every reactions I can no longer restrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why does this have to happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No one can answer, cos no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;Plans I once had remained as intentions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cannot visualise it becoming actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am defeated through and through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;being played around like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;In hell I have stayed for two years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eternity in hell… could be anytime now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5374400743810943422?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5374400743810943422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5374400743810943422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5374400743810943422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5374400743810943422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-despair.html' title='Silent Despair'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7120677907138588042</id><published>2008-09-25T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:36:25.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNt3ke2I7AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OZW2F06ZEC4/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249921259269581826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNt3ke2I7AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OZW2F06ZEC4/s320/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am sick. Down with flu and cough. Had a bad headache too with all the coughing. I don't like the feeling of being sick. After the all the medication, you just feel so weak. Especially the flu medication where it makes one in drowsy state the whole day :(.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But, being sick can also make one feels loved and warm :) You get text messages that check if you are alright, if you have seen a doctor, if you have taken lunch, if you can eat Twisties :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was very afraid to fall sick when I was in Moscow. Simply because, unlike Singapore, you cannot just walk into a clinic. And half the time, the more renowned ones will reap you off like nobody's business. Here in Singapore, a day of mc may not be a bad thing. At least I get some good rest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7120677907138588042?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7120677907138588042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7120677907138588042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7120677907138588042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7120677907138588042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNt3ke2I7AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OZW2F06ZEC4/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5056829829466996445</id><published>2008-09-21T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:39:23.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNWxs5SB7CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IwnCk7YG8kc/s1600-h/MOTHERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296325618986018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNWxs5SB7CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IwnCk7YG8kc/s400/MOTHERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is not a calling of my maternal instinct. I was looking through the photos I took yesterday and these 3 caught my eyes particularly. Aren't the girls beautiful? I mean both mothers and daughters. Natural beauty is the most beautiful form of beauty isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Looking at this collage, I can't help but be reminded of our Cedar days. We were young, we were fun, we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unaccomplished&lt;/span&gt; then. Though life has changed, this family has expanded, ties still remains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5056829829466996445?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5056829829466996445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5056829829466996445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5056829829466996445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5056829829466996445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-of-motherhood.html' title='Beauty of motherhood'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNWxs5SB7CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IwnCk7YG8kc/s72-c/MOTHERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-3530832572069261704</id><published>2008-09-21T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:02:56.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>A Sweet Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Line sent me this sms last night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Line: Boy, do you love Ganma and Aunty Jenny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fu: Only Ganma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Line: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fu: Because Ganma loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Line: Aunty Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; loves you too.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh...how I love my boy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3530832572069261704?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3530832572069261704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3530832572069261704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3530832572069261704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3530832572069261704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-message.html' title='A Sweet Message'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-8157213891856384675</id><published>2008-09-20T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:28:18.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>Kidz' Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's one of those Sat mornings. The usual gang had decided a get-together at my place. This time with Fu and family. Swimming was the day's highlight. Here are some memories.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248109178923576706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNUHfhg07YI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Kc5zSsOhtU8/s320/tingprotrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248107522274839682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNUF_GA_TII/AAAAAAAAAbM/9gB69WMVymg/s320/chloe%27sportrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wonder if they will all grow up to be best of friends. It would be so wonderful.....that they have one another too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8157213891856384675?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8157213891856384675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8157213891856384675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8157213891856384675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8157213891856384675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/kidz-day-out.html' title='Kidz&apos; Day Out'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SNUHfhg07YI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Kc5zSsOhtU8/s72-c/tingprotrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-2263725903870056746</id><published>2008-08-27T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:45:23.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Drifting Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There is this nagging feeling to give more meaning to my life. Many people, at this juncture, would suggest having a baby. That's not what I am referring to. I have always wanted to start my voluntary work but somehow it didn't happen. As with many things in my life, it's procrastination. I vision I can devote my services in many areas but I just didn't get started with any. I guess that's the failure part in my character. I honestly do not like this bit of myself. Maybe it's about getting out of comfort zone, maybe it's about laziness, whatever is the reason or rather, excuse, it's probably time to do something about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I asked, sometimes: "Have I touched?" "Have I helped?" "Have I extended my support?" "Have I listened?" "Have I cherished?" or "Am I just taking life for granted?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2263725903870056746?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2263725903870056746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2263725903870056746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2263725903870056746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2263725903870056746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/urge.html' title='Drifting Life'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-1171763924882878404</id><published>2008-08-26T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:04:35.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What do you find in office?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SLQMmfMeQzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tNTxL32a444/s1600-h/cuties+in+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238826121887105842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SLQMmfMeQzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tNTxL32a444/s400/cuties+in+office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We spend at least 8 hours in office. It is therefore unavoidable that we will want to personalise that little 2m x 2m cubicle. Do not underestimate this little square. It is an office, a retreat corner, a meeting room, a display of individualism, a box to think out of the box, a haven for ideas and a private space for a little peace in office. Here's taking a peep at what me and my colleagues have in office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1171763924882878404?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1171763924882878404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1171763924882878404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1171763924882878404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1171763924882878404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-you-find-in-office.html' title='What do you find in office?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SLQMmfMeQzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tNTxL32a444/s72-c/cuties+in+office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-4767468307906045106</id><published>2008-08-24T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:36:55.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rainy weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SLFHxahMRvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cPSHBOqfqbU/s1600-h/combine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238046755866298098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SLFHxahMRvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cPSHBOqfqbU/s400/combine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend is a rainy one. I always like rainy days (but not rainy nights). Especially when my mood is not at it's best. The sound of raindrops and the grey skyline make me feel peaceful. I wanted to capture the scene from my tiny living room window. Droplets of rain streaming down the panel, masking the prematurely lit HDB blocks in the background. I wish I have better skills to capture something this beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4767468307906045106?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4767468307906045106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4767468307906045106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4767468307906045106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4767468307906045106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-weekend.html' title='Rainy weekend...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SLFHxahMRvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cPSHBOqfqbU/s72-c/combine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-660748293725382864</id><published>2008-08-22T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:22:46.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beep! The familiar message tone of my hand phone went off. I had to read and, read the message again. A friend from Moscow just pass on. A sudden and shocking news for he is not an old man. Neither was he illness stricken. The folks in Moscow suspected that it was probably a fatal asthma attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's a strange feeling to know a friend had died. Though not close, we were once companions in a foreign land. Maybe Moscow had become a second home to him but I can't help but feel sad that he died alone or at most, just with his girlfriend by his side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May you rest in peace, Walter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-660748293725382864?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/660748293725382864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=660748293725382864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/660748293725382864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/660748293725382864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-fragile.html' title='Life is fragile'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-5084052968826780300</id><published>2008-08-21T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:44:38.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Making Mistakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SK1GxfmTaFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8yQHaHV6t00/s1600-h/j0433161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236919757811443794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SK1GxfmTaFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8yQHaHV6t00/s200/j0433161.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though to err is human, I wonder how much lee-way am I given. I am frustrated with myself for making silly mistakes at work and I think they can be avoided. How many times can you say sorry? How long does it takes for credibility to go down the drain? Truly, I must admit that I am not a meticulous person. And it didn't help with early onset of amnesia. Disappointed...with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5084052968826780300?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5084052968826780300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5084052968826780300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5084052968826780300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5084052968826780300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/making-mistakes.html' title='Making Mistakes...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SK1GxfmTaFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8yQHaHV6t00/s72-c/j0433161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7910087601354972379</id><published>2008-08-12T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:55:16.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Going down the wrong path...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do you extend your hand to someone in need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do you reach out for someone in pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do you pull back someone heading down the wrong lane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do you know it's too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do you point the responsibility to someone already in pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ever be in the situation where you see someone heading the wrong path but there's no way you can steer them back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7910087601354972379?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7910087601354972379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7910087601354972379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7910087601354972379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7910087601354972379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-down-wrong-path.html' title='Going down the wrong path...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-5046489199108314924</id><published>2008-08-12T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:45:31.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Health...something not to be undermine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a normal night out with friends. We had dinner and since Mind's Cafe next door was available, we popped in for a couple of hours of fun. Just when we were finishing our session and contemplating if we should extend it, Jenny stood up and complained that she had problem hearing from her left ear. She then proceeded out of the cafe thinking that a quieter environment would resume back her hearing. But vomit and fainting spells followed instead. Within minutes, I saw my friend "crumbled" helplessly. She was not able to move. Any small movement would cause an exponential turmoil in her brain which would then trigger more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;. We were as helpless as her so the ambulance was our safest bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We couldn't help but wondered what happen. She was her perfectly fine self the entire evening and within minutes, she was totally helpless. It was frightening to see my dear friend in this state. Especially when she is one of the fittest among us. Seeing her being totally consumed by this sudden freak incident makes me feel that we are so fragile. Thank God she is recovering fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5046489199108314924?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5046489199108314924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5046489199108314924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5046489199108314924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5046489199108314924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/healthsomething-not-to-be-undermine.html' title='Health...something not to be undermine!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3204818356332976347</id><published>2008-08-06T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:46:45.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Onset of Amnesia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am getting worried about my brain development, or should I say brain "deprovement" recently. I seem to be suffering from Amnesia. Since my return from Moscow, I find myself being very forgetful. I used to think highly of my incredible memory but not anymore. I thought to myself that it could be due to stress but now that the major projects are over, the condition has not improved. Should I seek medical help? Should I take more Omega 3 tablets? This is definitely not a case of being pregnant! What could be the cause? &lt;scratch&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3204818356332976347?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3204818356332976347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3204818356332976347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3204818356332976347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3204818356332976347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-onset-of-amnesia.html' title='Early Onset of Amnesia....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-8365869009005653268</id><published>2008-08-04T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:07:34.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Money No Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Too many things to buy....too little $$. Here's my shopping list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a. handphone - the current one is going to retire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b. clothes - no woman will think she had enough of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;c. camera - I think I have outgrown the current camera that I have. I am still hoping, wishing and dreaming for a free DSLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d. a bigger house - my shipment from Moscow came last Sunday. My, I sure have lots of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;f. tour - planning for a tour with some friends and wish for a money plant, one that I can pluck $50 notes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.........................................and the list just goes on......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8365869009005653268?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8365869009005653268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8365869009005653268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8365869009005653268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8365869009005653268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-no-enough.html' title='Money No Enough...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2705103668041842710</id><published>2008-07-20T09:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:44:09.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Side of Singapore's Driving Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I started driving again after 2 years. Though excited to get behind the wheels, I find the whole experience of driving in Singapore frustrating. While the ever increasing number of ERP gantries adds to the dis-enchantment of driving, the driving culture here really kills this simple pleasure in life. My observations are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Singapore Drivers are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a. Rude - We do not have the habit of giving way. Please do not deny it because if this is entrenched in our driving culture, why do we need a campaign for it? If we have this practice, why don't we know that blinking the hazard light twice means "Thank You"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b. Unskilful - Have you ever been in the situation where a car cuts into your lane after signalling his intention just split seconds before? And after doing that, instead of accelerating, he slows down? Have you ever experienced drivers who take their time to filter their lanes thus slowing down every single car behind? Better still, ever met those who change lanes without even bothering to signal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;c. Selfish - Ever been tailgated for no reason? The tailgaters think that by sticking the bonnet into the back of your car, it will force everybody else in front to move faster!!!What logic is that? If the road is congested, it's CONGESTED! Maybe by doing that, he can move a split second faster. But it's just that! Many a times, I just feel like jam braking the car to prove a point, THE TAILGATERS ARE A MENACE AND A DANGER TO THEMSELVES AND THE REST OF THE ROAD USERS. Imagine, 2 seconds for you to react to a jam break and you are at most 1 metre away from the car in front of you while travelling at 90km/hr? It doesn't take more than a 3yr old to understand the danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;d. No sense of speed - What do you do if you are coming out from a slip road into the expressway? You accelerate when there's no car to move into the lanes? That's fine. What happens if the left lane is crowded? Ever experienced drivers who still accelerate when filtering into the left lane from a slip road when that lane is crowded? They just literally joist you out of your lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e. Bo Liao - Ever seen drivers snaking in and out of the lanes thinking that that's efficient driving and that they can get to their destination faster? Better yet, performing a combination of snaking and tailgating stunts! Sometimes, I find these acts highly comical. Especially after all the "effort" being put in, we still meet each other at the same traffic light! Time saved? I don't think so. Higher level of kick? Maybe! Being a nuisance? Definitely!Kaneshna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Having stayed in Moscow for 2 years, I have experienced what skillful driving is all about. I have also experienced what it means by being efficient on the roads. Believe you me, it's none of the above. I always stand by this notion, as drivers, we are like soldiers with a weapon, we have the capability to kill. You may not have intended for it but you certainly do not want to bear the consequences of depriving another motorist's life. It is irreversible! Please drive responsibily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2705103668041842710?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2705103668041842710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2705103668041842710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2705103668041842710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2705103668041842710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/drivers-woesnot-erp.html' title='The Ugly Side of Singapore&apos;s Driving Culture'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-586686108599859464</id><published>2008-07-20T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:22:28.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>Hello...Ganma :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phone rings.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: Hi Ganma (loud and clear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Boy! What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: I.....(cannot decipher)...playing toys. Ganma you see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei's mummy: Ganma cannot see :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: Ganma, you see the colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Ganma cannot see you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei's mummy: What do you want to ask Ganma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: Ganma.....(cannot decipher again :() want to come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: You want me to go to your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei's mummy: He asked how come you didn't come over just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: How come you didn't come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Ganma was at Ganma's muumy's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei's mummy: Ok bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baobei: Bye Ganma, BYE (loud and clear and so chirpy :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Bye, Boy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me in thoughts......my baobei just called me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-586686108599859464?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/586686108599859464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=586686108599859464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/586686108599859464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/586686108599859464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/helloganma.html' title='Hello...Ganma :)'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7019330932797701402</id><published>2008-07-10T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:44:07.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Our Restaurant...Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHYfvEUrvZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/gk7EF3OvWfw/s1600-h/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395711457475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHYfvEUrvZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/gk7EF3OvWfw/s400/restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is nothing fanciful about it. There is nothing atas about it. The food is not something you will die for. But it is a restaurant that has nostalgic moments. A cozy place where you enjoy a quiet dinner. Where waiters are a good mix of old and young. You wonder who are their customers. Are they sailors? Or just your next door neighbours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Car park is tugged away beneath the building, where the gantry suggests only seasonal parking. You need a friendly buzz to the restaurant at the gantry for chirpy waiter to provide you with the entry. This is the Marina's Corner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7019330932797701402?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7019330932797701402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7019330932797701402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7019330932797701402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7019330932797701402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-restaurantrevisited.html' title='Our Restaurant...Revisited'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHYfvEUrvZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/gk7EF3OvWfw/s72-c/restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-1770542431697073266</id><published>2008-07-08T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:02:42.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lethal Combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If Apple + Coke + Whisky = Irritable Bowels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=&gt; Apple + Whisky = Irritable Bowels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=&gt; Apple + Coke = Irritable Bowels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=&gt; Coke + Whisky = Irritable Bowels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1770542431697073266?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1770542431697073266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1770542431697073266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1770542431697073266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1770542431697073266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/lethal-combination.html' title='Lethal Combination'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6316949013787280515</id><published>2008-07-08T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:05:47.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New Perspective!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Does this sounds familiar? You work harder than your boss, you seem to know more than your boss, you are more stress than your boss, you have lesser time for other personal things as compared to your boss..... Doesn't sound logical right? I used to think that something was wrong with my boss. Note, the word is used to. Recently, I am beginning to see this whole situation of an "ineffective" boss from a new light. Maybe I appear to work harder because I have placed work as top priority. I know more than my boss because I choose not to let go. I have lesser time for other personal things because I choose to place work first. So, the whole feeling of imbalance and "why am I paid less but have to work more" syndrome is self-inflicted. If I rearrange my priorities and still do my best in office, maybe I can achieve more self satisfaction. Rather than deriving satisfaction from work, shouldn't I derive it from things that are important to me? Late enlightenment :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6316949013787280515?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6316949013787280515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6316949013787280515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6316949013787280515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6316949013787280515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-perspective.html' title='New Perspective!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-1940166782482260975</id><published>2008-07-06T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:31:31.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sunday Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHCCM88D3zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PdfKuBHSoE8/s1600-h/INTRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219815127150485298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHCCM88D3zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PdfKuBHSoE8/s320/INTRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adrian and I decided to take a Sunday outing to Hort Park. This is one of those rare occasion where he forsakes his routine tennis game with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; and gang. By the time we had breakfast and arrived at the park, it was already about 10am. We met many families who had picked Hort Park as their Sunday destination too. It was a nice walk round the Park and up Kent Ridge Park. I certainly miss the cool and dry weather back in Moscow. Just 10 minutes into our excursion, we were already hot and sticky. We followed the path up to Kent Ridge Park where there is a short little tree top walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219815342218300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHCCZeIOTGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/188bbWakSUA/s320/%40hortpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we happily concluded our Sunday escapade, we took a detour to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; to return an utensil holder which I had bought earlier and to take advantage of the free drinks in there (for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; members). All went well until we were about 5 minutes away from our house. A black Mitsubishi abruptly cut into our lane. Then a loud bang and yes, our new car was hit by a motorcycle following too close behind. She broke my right brake light :(. What a way to end a wonderful Sunday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1940166782482260975?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1940166782482260975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1940166782482260975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1940166782482260975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1940166782482260975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-outing.html' title='Sunday Outing'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SHCCM88D3zI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PdfKuBHSoE8/s72-c/INTRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7473157398813561286</id><published>2008-06-29T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:59:24.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>Which is better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SGckTmBbthI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A26WmhAf9VE/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217178612374681106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SGckTmBbthI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A26WmhAf9VE/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jenny and I have this idea of submitting our baobeis' photos to the Straits Times (the column that shows all the cute bbs). What do you think of these shots of Sophie? Which do you prefer? I can't decide...she is just sooooooo cute :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7473157398813561286?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7473157398813561286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7473157398813561286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7473157398813561286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7473157398813561286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/which-is-better.html' title='Which is better?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SGckTmBbthI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A26WmhAf9VE/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-2262182617705808761</id><published>2008-06-27T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:12:52.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shiiii! Slacking In Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's just the Friday mood. It's just the need to slack after a major event. It's just an excuse :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suppose to bury myself in work at this time since there is another major event coming up in 2 weeks. But what did I do? I BLOGGED! At 3pm on a Friday afternoon! I was trying to prevent myself from reminiscing about the carefree life in Moscow (yes, how contradictory!). I realised I have not been sleeping well for the past 1 month and when weekend arrives, I just sleep and sleep. The subconscious mind has been reminding me of the various deadline I have missed and the many more that are coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I begin to wonder if I should try a different kind of work. How about working part time? How about having my own business? How about just being a landlord? How about doing adjunct teaching? I guess options are unlimited if we put our hearts into doing it (another paradox haha...need some change but too "inertialised" to change :P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2262182617705808761?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2262182617705808761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2262182617705808761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2262182617705808761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2262182617705808761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/shiiii-slacking-in-office.html' title='Shiiii! Slacking In Office'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-418946901253086928</id><published>2008-06-09T08:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:11:22.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Me. Me? Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I shall start my week with a relatively morbid question. However, please do not panic, I am just being curious. Question is, "What would you remember about me or what would you add in my eulogy if I were to depart from this world?" What's your take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-418946901253086928?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/418946901253086928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=418946901253086928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/418946901253086928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/418946901253086928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-me-me.html' title='Me. Me? Me!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-4867539179256812989</id><published>2008-06-06T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:24:02.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally ended this horrific week. Thank you.... those who stood by me, those who suffered under my terrible moods, those who told me I did well, those who offered their shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4867539179256812989?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4867539179256812989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4867539179256812989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4867539179256812989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4867539179256812989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-survived.html' title='I Survived!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-5733308952496126436</id><published>2008-06-04T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:40:38.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>State of Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SEZxBtL92qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NYd2fDW_J5c/s1600-h/P1020454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207974293224151714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SEZxBtL92qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NYd2fDW_J5c/s400/P1020454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is total madness for me. Boss and colleague are on study trip and my partner in crime (haha) had resigned. So sad. Have to cover for almost all of them. I have been switching from folders to folders trying to multi-task...trust me, it's not easy and not good for my tiny brain. You can see my near to insanity state from my work station....2 more days before the nightmare ends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5733308952496126436?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5733308952496126436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5733308952496126436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5733308952496126436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5733308952496126436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/state-of-insanity.html' title='State of Insanity'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SEZxBtL92qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NYd2fDW_J5c/s72-c/P1020454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-3977309820372684710</id><published>2008-05-22T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:21:17.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>The Use of TIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDUZRcl-2EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OX9iDcP8rmQ/s1600-h/TIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203092732020447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDUZRcl-2EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OX9iDcP8rmQ/s400/TIR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Term was developed by one of us (not sure who) for use in situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a) when we are pissed beyond words but have no means of retailiation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b) when we need some words of consolation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c) when we are resigned to an undesirable outcome;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d) when we cannot find any other logical explanation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e) when we try to immerse in their daily way of life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;f) when we want to verbally express our dissatisfaction to the inner circle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g) when we need to communicate via riddles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3977309820372684710?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3977309820372684710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3977309820372684710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3977309820372684710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3977309820372684710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/05/use-of-tir.html' title='The Use of TIR'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDUZRcl-2EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OX9iDcP8rmQ/s72-c/TIR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-3418677437528794790</id><published>2008-05-22T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:12:12.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Last few days in Moscow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My last few days in Moscow haven't been very smooth sailing. The tv cable was faulty since 2 days ago and it can only be repaired on Sat (TIR). Fortunately or unfortunately, I got to watch the UEFA Champions League on the internet last night. One of my wisdom teeth decides to cramp itself into my already packed lower jaw and it has been giving me excruciating pain and migraine. The weather is lousy. It has been raining and will continue until I board the plane on Monday (trust their weather forecast, it's accurate!). I wonder what awaits me in the next 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Glossary: TIR = This is Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3418677437528794790?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3418677437528794790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3418677437528794790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3418677437528794790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3418677437528794790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-few-days-in-moscow.html' title='Last few days in Moscow...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-4441936159483163813</id><published>2008-05-22T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:28:26.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Noticing that my original blog skin is getting common, I know it's time to change. I have always envied Nicole for being able to create such sleek looking designs so I decided to have a go at designing my own. End product, though not as professional as Nicole's, is still to my liking. But to friends who are not aesthetically focus, content is still the attraction. Hope you like my little creation :) This change marks the next phase of my life, where an abandoned friend is not being abandoned in Moscow anymore. But will her return be more permanent or just another temporal phase, she has yet to uncover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4441936159483163813?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4441936159483163813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4441936159483163813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4441936159483163813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4441936159483163813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-1851784564694563227</id><published>2008-05-15T14:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:44:49.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Central Europe Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP45HOQpTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YvNeDhuzSyc/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202775654618146098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP45HOQpTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YvNeDhuzSyc/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To celebrate my getting a year older this year, Adrian planned a central Europe escapade, taking advantage of the few public holidays here in Moscow. The plan was to land in Vienna, spend a day there, hitch a ride from our friends who will be driving into Vienna to lecture, to Budapest. Spend about 3 days there and hop onto a train that would take us to Prague. Nua another 3 days there and jump into another train that would take us back to Vienna. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP52XOQpUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hc_I2MW2fOU/s1600-h/pic2vienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202776706885133634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP52XOQpUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hc_I2MW2fOU/s400/pic2vienna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop 1 - Vienna (Wien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By being in the capital of music, of course we needed to make plans to attend a concert. We were spoilt for choice. There were people selling all kinds of concerts, operas etc on the streets. So many that you couldn't decide what to watch. Here's a tip. Many of these concerts are private, small scale ones and not performed in nice concert halls. So, go for those which are held in the opera house or bigger concert halls like the one in the famous new year concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop 2 - Budapest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP4ZHOQpRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_ZQOUVrmXYY/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202775104862332178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP4ZHOQpRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_ZQOUVrmXYY/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The "Hungarian Dance" tune came to my mind. It was a scenic little city. Especially so during the night. Budapest is a city divided by river Danube. The side where the castle is situated is called Buda, the other side is called Pest. Pest is not pronounced as "Pest" but "Pesh". The stop at Budapest was quite fun except...the hotel or should I say the guest house. For some reasons, unknown to me and Adrian, he decided to book a guest house and did not see the very fine print of the reception being closed after 6pm. So when we reached the guest house at 12 midnight, we saw a note that was left behind for us. "We have waited for you until 11pm but you did not show up. We have left. Please call this number when you arrived." Great! Temperature was about 6-10 degrees then and I was only in my raincoat! So we called and waited 40 minutes for the guy to turn up. Next came the payment...cash only! What the .....! So all our US$ gone. Then came the room...typical soviet style with a 5cm thick pillow!!! Black face at this stage while Adrian was guilt-stricken (poor thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Other than the guest house...which subsequently also created other hiccups (like no hot water, no soap), the experience was quite fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP4rnOQpSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tTH6H32r3rU/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202775422689912098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP4rnOQpSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/tTH6H32r3rU/s400/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop 3: Prague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was a beautiful place. Lots of interesting architecture. At some angles, while walking up Charles bridge, the buildings looked medieval. Nice place but expensive cos it was too touristy. Hotel was comfortable compared to the you know what earlier on. And how often do you meet friends when travelling? We did! Met a friend we knew from Moscow. What a coincidence! All went well until the last day. After dinner, we wanted to take a walk to the Wenceslas (??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;square. While crossing the cobber-stones filled road, I gave a loud yell and tears started coming out from my eyes. I had badly twisted my left ankle. So painful that I could hardly get off the track of an incoming tram. That's it, end of the evening walk and the beginning of a limping 2 days in Vienna. Luckily, the swell went off when I got back to Moscow and I was counting my blessing that it was just a twist. Greatest taboo is to go hospital for anything in Moscow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1851784564694563227?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1851784564694563227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1851784564694563227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1851784564694563227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1851784564694563227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/05/central-europe-escapade.html' title='Central Europe Escapade'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/SDP45HOQpTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YvNeDhuzSyc/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-4299019247118159425</id><published>2008-03-27T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:43:43.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>1.3...time passes so fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today marks 1.3. Time passes so fast. But memories seem to stay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4299019247118159425?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4299019247118159425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4299019247118159425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4299019247118159425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4299019247118159425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/03/13time-passes-so-fast.html' title='1.3...time passes so fast!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-4804043924880547595</id><published>2008-03-21T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:49:57.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What have I been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I often wonder, in my free time, if friends in Moscow are wondering about me? Well, sorry for not updating the blog for almost 2 months. Juggling with house renovation and work, there was little time left to do much blogging. Had been feeling very tired recently and all I wanted to do after work was bathe and jump right into bed. Maybe I had been too slacked for the past 2 years. The turmoil of full day work needs a little getting used to. Friends in Singapore were thinking I must be nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Besides the tiredness, I also started to doubt my capabilities. It seems to have gone for a holiday too. I don't seem to be able to perform like I used to in work. I'm scare. Did I really lose it? Or is it just a matter of getting myself back in pace? Or have I overrated myself in the past? I don't know. Perhaps I need some assurance to allay this lack of confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4804043924880547595?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4804043924880547595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4804043924880547595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4804043924880547595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4804043924880547595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='What have I been doing?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-4636043257370808542</id><published>2008-02-27T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:37:42.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>1.2 today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is meant for me again. It's ok if you don't understand what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4636043257370808542?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4636043257370808542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4636043257370808542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4636043257370808542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4636043257370808542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-today.html' title='1.2 today....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7765139329670767517</id><published>2008-02-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:13:01.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>English...Engrish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;For the many that cringe due to poor English, when reading my posts, I apologise. I aspire to write flawlessly but whenever Adrian reads them, he will spot all kinds of grammatical mistakes. I can even visualise my ex-boss circling the mistakes with red ink pen :P. I must admit that I do not have a strong foundation in the language and some of the mistakes are just not apparent to me. Sometimes, I cannot even differentiate Singlish form of writing to English. But I enjoy writing. I enjoy jotting down my thoughts, my perspectives and my feelings about things around me. I guess it would be worse if I do not write at all. Then there will be no room for improvement. While I try to improve, please do not give up reading my posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7765139329670767517?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7765139329670767517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7765139329670767517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7765139329670767517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7765139329670767517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/02/englishengrish.html' title='English...Engrish...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6366222013583639642</id><published>2008-01-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:02:12.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Drivers' Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We were once very blessed with a fantastic driver. He took good care of the car, ensured that every inch of it was clean (something very hard to maintain in Moscow) and was very proud to drive in it. All the horror stories we heard from friends about their drivers were distant to us. However, things changed when Adrian changed job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We have 2 drivers now (on a 2-day rotation schedule) and we find ourselves counting on only one. The other one belongs to the pool of "undesirable drivers". What constitutes being an "undesirable driver"? Here's my experience....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Driver M arrived at my apartment. It was our first meeting. I opened the car door and discovered grass on the back seat. Driver M indicated to me that the back seat was dirty and suggested that I take the front seat instead. Fair enough, I thought. I was meeting some friends for lunch and it so happened that they decided to hitch a ride to a nearby supermarket after the meal. When they got on board, he was immediately mesmerized by one of my friends. When she failed to get into the car again after the supermarket visit, he asked about her whereabouts. *Scratch head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told Adrian about the grassy back seat and we suspected that he had used the car to either transport something or had taxied someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The next day, he was tasked to fetch me again. This time, he assumed that I should take the front seat but I declined. (Some drivers, when driving a female, prefer to have them seated at the front; to show off!???) Maybe I was being sensitive but I did not think he took the refusal very well. *But who cares?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many days later, I heard that he was skirt chasing one of Adrian's colleagues, trying ways and means to date her. *What was he thinking?!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After that episode, on one cold winter day, we found a bottle of half-drunk coke in the drinks compartment of the car. It didn't belong to the other driver, neither did it belong to us nor Driver M. So, possible scenario is that Driver M, being the driver the day before, picked up a passenger (let's call him Passenger C) who had a half-drunk bottle of coke. As Passenger C got off, he forgot about it and our dear Driver M did not even realise that Passenger C had left behind that bottle of coke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, we could not conclude anything as it was all just a guess and he was not caught red handed. But certainly, our tolerance was running out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All was calm until a few days ago. It was his turn to drive Adrian but the other driver was unable to contact him the day before to notify him about the time. He was nowhere to be found in the morning and when he finally appeared in office, he refused to explain to anybody about his disappearance. *PMS?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The last straw came today. He was supposed to fetch me at 1130. He decided to leave the office at 0930! On a good day, the drive from the office to my apartment takes only 15 minutes. On a bad one, it would take at most an hour. Never, never requiring a 2-hr lead time. When he was stepping out of the office door at 0930, Adrian's colleague stopped him. "Damn! There goes my plan!", I guess this was what he was thinking then. Well, that's not the end of the saga. When we reached office, he told Adrian that the front car plate had dropped off! How? Don't know. When? Don't know. Where? Don't know. Explaining that he could easily be stopped by the police without the car plate, he said he needed to get back to the leasing company to get the plate replaced. This would take at least 2 1/2 hours (actually, they just needed an hour at the most). So the plan was, he would drive me home first before proceeding to get the plate replaced. I waited and waited in the office. "Where the hell was he?" Turns out that he decided to put the back car plate at the front and take a drive to find the other plate. *I call that stupidity!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We had had enough! Though it didn't feel good, he would be replaced with effect from Friday. I think it is important to have a driver you can trust. What I don't like about him is his dishonesty. He is also not a careful driver, especially when his mood is down and I certainly wouldn't want to let someone like that accidentally "murder" me. Let's hope the replacement is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6366222013583639642?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6366222013583639642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6366222013583639642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6366222013583639642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6366222013583639642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/drivers-blues.html' title='Drivers&apos; Blues'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-119649329843317317</id><published>2008-01-28T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:46:07.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Gloomy Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe it is the lack of sunshine...because I have a very bleak outlook of my future. One morning I woke up and realised that I would be 32 in May. Frantically checking my memory, I was taken aback that I had not achieved much and 2 years just slipped by me. 2 years of doing nothing! I panicked! I was desperate! I needed to kick start my life again. How? I was confused!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The news on TV didn't make it easier. Looks like US is heading towards a recession and Japan too. The job market may not be as vibrant as I want it to be. After 2 years, what am I still capable of? Can I still find a job I love so very much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Many people have told me that I should find something to do to keep myself going. It's not an excuse but is it really so easy? It is very convenient to say, "Oh, you have all the time to do things you like now." Is it true? I am tired of explaining to people that we have taken conveniences in Singapore for granted and assume that we can apply such conveniences everywhere we go. "Do something you like" ....easier said than done. Half the time, I find myself doing something for the sake of doing. When you don't get to choose, anything available is probably God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe it's mid-life crisis, maybe it's a lack of self-esteem, maybe it's a lack of sunshine, maybe I've had enough, maybe it's a mix of everything.......it's time for me to get my life back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-119649329843317317?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/119649329843317317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=119649329843317317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/119649329843317317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/119649329843317317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/gloomy-day.html' title='Gloomy Day...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6646057579397512318</id><published>2008-01-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:39:31.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>1.1</title><content type='html'>It's ok if you do not understand this post. It's meant for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6646057579397512318?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6646057579397512318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6646057579397512318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6646057579397512318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6646057579397512318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/11.html' title='1.1'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6578229382642814698</id><published>2008-01-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:52:04.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Say cheese :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;When I first arrived in Moscow, I found myself feverishly learning how to "swear" in Russian, something which is not me. The worst swear word that ever came out of my mouth was TMD. So why was I trying to arm myself with all the "Russki bad words"? Well...to use them as ammunition when I encountered rude Russians (all the time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let me explain further. Russians can be quite ill-behaved when in public. They cut queues, they bang onto you and offer no apology, they cough right in your face, they spit without aiming, they are loud and rowdy etc. When faced with such situations, sometimes you just have to utter some profanities to jolt their conscience (when in Rome, do what the Romans do right?). Anyhow, I just didn't have the knack for language, let alone flowery language. So, I gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How about instead of behaving like rude Russians, let's just concentrate on nice things to say. This question came to my mind, "What's the nicest thing someone said to you today?" Do we ever remember the sweetest sentence we receive everyday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6578229382642814698?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6578229382642814698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6578229382642814698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6578229382642814698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6578229382642814698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/say-cheese.html' title='Say cheese :)'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-488986364497196803</id><published>2008-01-21T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:08:12.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A sudden realisation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5R7Anhp0EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3M7_hsNNAe4/s1600-h/smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157882723786412098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5R7Anhp0EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3M7_hsNNAe4/s400/smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This headline caught my eye and I read the article with much skepticism. They finally drafted a law to prepare for the WHO's framework convention on tobacco control due to dire demographics? Hurray! But call me a cynic or maybe I do not have a deep enough understanding of the country, I am not convinced that all these are done for the benefit of the people and that they finally realise their people are dying out fast and dying young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The article highlighted that some 65% of their men and more than 30% of their women smoke. With my observation, I think this is an understatement. I think the statistics should be 80% of their men and more than 50% of their women smoke (but this is purely my guess, please do not quote me). It is hard to find a non-smoker on the streets rather than the opposite. And when you walk into a restaurant, you are basically stepping into a heavily smoked chimney. When you walk out of it, you are automatically transformed into a human-size cigarette. If you are unlucky, you probably smell of 50% stale smoke and 50% fresh ones. If you are lucky, you will just be like a newly lighted one. Smoking, is just their way of life, just like vodka! With such an "unique tradition", it is unlikely that a total ban on smoking in bars and restaurants will pass though it seemed like a bill was already approved in its first reading to ban smoking in certain public areas and aboard airplanes (huh? how many airlines allow that in the first place nowadays?) and commit restaurants and cafes to allocate at least 50% of their spaces to non-smokers. Pardon my ignorance, but I do not see many restaurants and cafes preparing or having such an arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;article also mentioned that unlike other countries that have signed onto the convention, Russia has never allowed smoking in movie theatres and in the subway. I think this is not something to be proud of as I believe allowing the above is already a very primitive act and if the country is truly keen on moving towards being a healthier, smoke-free nation, the benchmark should be with countries in the convention who are constantly pushing the frontiers, and not with the underachievers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Having said all that, some actions is always better than none and being a smoke-free advocate, I certainly hope that they can carry this vision through, just like how they manage their economy after communism. It definitely will give their people a better quality of life than what they are enjoying or not enjoying now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-488986364497196803?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/488986364497196803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=488986364497196803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/488986364497196803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/488986364497196803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-classic-example.html' title='A sudden realisation?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5R7Anhp0EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3M7_hsNNAe4/s72-c/smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6112967163781115370</id><published>2008-01-21T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:10:07.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>It's finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5O14Xhp0AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lTbydvifh94/s1600-h/let+it+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157665978261819394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5O14Xhp0AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lTbydvifh94/s320/let+it+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many believe that we are freezing our butts out in Moscow as it is typically a very very cold country with harsh winters. On the contrary, we have not had real snow or extreme cold winter until today! We woke up to a super white Sunday (much to our astonishment) :P. The snow had finally arrived! I guess we have been taking the though cold but dry winter for granted. Just 1 night...the snow on our car is about 4cm thick!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157668911724482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5O4jHhp0DI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OQvAp9Vc8CM/s400/letitsnow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While waiting for Eugene's car, we observed how the workers get rid of the heaps of snow piled on the streets. Quite interesting but hard work. I wonder how it would be like without the workers. I guess we would all have to put on our gears and head off to the roads with our shovels :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6112967163781115370?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6112967163781115370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6112967163781115370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6112967163781115370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6112967163781115370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s finally here!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R5O14Xhp0AI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lTbydvifh94/s72-c/let+it+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5511762500918490200</id><published>2008-01-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:15:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天降运财 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;One of my friends have just completed his first telemovie, "天降运财" or "Heng or Huat". It is scheduled to be released next week. If you are looking for something light-hearted to watch for Chinese New Year's eve and would like to support local production, you can consider picking up one of this next week. Here's the trailer for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXSARzRuoE0" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXSARzRuoE0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5511762500918490200?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5511762500918490200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5511762500918490200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5511762500918490200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5511762500918490200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='天降运财 :)'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3552509750161724271</id><published>2008-01-16T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:56:49.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Talent...how come I don't have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;The meaning of talent seems to be very vast; from it being an ancient unit of weights, endowment of a person to a special often creative or artistic aptitude. I ponder if it is an entitlement to everybody and I conclude that it is not. For, I am one of those that are not entitled to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When we say that a person is talented, we often refer to one of those outstanding skill that he/her exhibits like Bach, Mozart in music. But, what if my conclusion is wrong and that talent is indeed a living being's entitlement? I once read a book that truly believes in this. That we should all be aware and exploit our individual talents rather than look for improvements in our weakness. If that is true, then, what is mine? I can't draw, I can't write.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fortunate are those who discover that they have certain talents and hence can further develop it. They can use it to make a living, to enhance their lives and maybe even to influence lives. I certainly wish that I have one of those talents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3552509750161724271?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3552509750161724271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3552509750161724271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3552509750161724271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3552509750161724271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/talenthow-come-i-dont-have.html' title='Talent...how come I don&apos;t have?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-7674659856963077348</id><published>2008-01-16T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:59:09.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Pseudo Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you ever wonder why your life is the way it is? If you are able to create a pseudo life, how would it be like? Would it be like the female characters in Korean series where there will always be 2 guys fighting over 1 gal? Where 1 of the chap is a great buddy while the other is the perfect man? Or would it be one of those super intelligent characters in CSI, 24 etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My pseudo character, if I may, would be ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She likes travelling, sometimes alone, sometimes not. She can speak a few different languages. She dresses with style. She has a job that she is madly passionate about, something related to creativity/design. She has hobbies, one of which is photography. She is a talented musician who can play the keyboard, the harp, the guitar and the cello. She has a character that is very endearing. She draws people. She is not petty. She is easy-going. She speaks with wit. She makes people laugh. She is comfortable with life. She is not fantastically stunning but she is pleasant looking. She is not fat. She is rather tall. She has great dimples. She is outspoken. She is opinionated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But she is not without flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She can be hot-tempered. She can be messy. She is not meticulous. She loses things easily. She cannot really manage money. She is not academically intelligent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can only visualise her existence but I cannot imagine her life. Though I rather choose one that is challenging but something at the back of my mind tells me it's smooth sailing. If it is the latter, wouldn't it be too boring, too cliche? If it is the latter, wouldn't it be too dangerous? That one day the whole fairytale will burst? That all her "haves in life" will be taken away...maybe by the divine, simply because she has had her fair share of "fortunes" and it's time these are being given to others who have yet to enjoy them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maybe I should give her "powers" only to be used in desperate situations. Power of courage, strength, resilience and optimism. How else should I develop my pseudo character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7674659856963077348?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7674659856963077348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7674659856963077348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7674659856963077348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7674659856963077348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/pseudo-life.html' title='Pseudo Life'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-2632318159758695827</id><published>2008-01-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:00:22.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Sin's Special!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4zAJ3hpz9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/NZMgmWmYaVA/s1600-h/veg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155706949188833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4zAJ3hpz9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/NZMgmWmYaVA/s400/veg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today's SQ flight from Singapore was a highly anticipated one. Besides the return of friends who were away for quite some time, there was also the long awaited greens that one of them had kindly brought back. It is pathetic to get vegetables now in Moscow, unless you wouldn't mind the salad types. But for me, I need leafy greens. One of the essentials to keep bowels moving besides coffee. Finally, I get my Pak Choy and Chye Sim. Hope the supplies can keep me going till I got back :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks, Jason :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2632318159758695827?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2632318159758695827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2632318159758695827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2632318159758695827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2632318159758695827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/sins-special.html' title='Sin&apos;s Special!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4zAJ3hpz9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/NZMgmWmYaVA/s72-c/veg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5157210306382359251</id><published>2008-01-14T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:15:00.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>House Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I was watching "Holiday" last night. In this movie, the 2 actresses decided to do a house exchange. That means, they both took a holiday to each other's country and stayed at each other's house. It turned out that both found the vacation they were looking for. Would you do a house exchange to someone you don't know? It sounds like an interesting concept but the stakes are a bit too high isn't it? Though you are on holiday, half the time you would be worried about what will happen to your house! I don't know but I would not choose such a vacation style...would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5157210306382359251?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5157210306382359251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5157210306382359251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5157210306382359251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5157210306382359251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/house-exchange.html' title='House Exchange'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-4743491254933912149</id><published>2008-01-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:59:53.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>My life this week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4skf3hpz8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/q-sHzqaUVco/s1600-h/dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155254328355311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4skf3hpz8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/q-sHzqaUVco/s400/dvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nope...my russian is not that good. These are English movies. Don't be deceived by the cover :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4743491254933912149?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4743491254933912149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4743491254933912149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4743491254933912149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4743491254933912149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-this-week.html' title='My life this week....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4skf3hpz8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/q-sHzqaUVco/s72-c/dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7919118309587657286</id><published>2008-01-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:11:30.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Russian's Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Russians have different ways of safe guarding their cars from theft. They will either install primitive/modern security gadgets or spray their cars with exotic prints, e.g, leopard prints, bears etc. But this one.....is so interesting!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154978677354254258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4opy3hpz7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/FdRtdi9g6jY/s400/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7919118309587657286?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7919118309587657286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7919118309587657286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7919118309587657286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7919118309587657286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/russians-car.html' title='Russian&apos;s Car'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4opy3hpz7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/FdRtdi9g6jY/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-847469235623199595</id><published>2008-01-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:14:02.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>Sophie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4nHrHhpz6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/OR0tymTxSAQ/s1600-h/sohpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154870792070746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4nHrHhpz6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/OR0tymTxSAQ/s400/sohpie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Many who read this blog will know about Fu, Darren and Chloe. Some will know about the new additions we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; last year. This is one of them....Sophie. See how she has grown :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;P/s: I hope I got the photos right..that they are all Sophies...Liang Mama, please ascertain :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-847469235623199595?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/847469235623199595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=847469235623199595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/847469235623199595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/847469235623199595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/sophie.html' title='Sophie...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4nHrHhpz6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/OR0tymTxSAQ/s72-c/sohpie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-8615857489533373746</id><published>2008-01-13T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:43:54.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Life-size matyoshka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;We were driving along Dimitriv Shonsei and this was what we saw....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154863426201833362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4nA-Xhpz5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/fizUkzAHZ1E/s400/matroska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8615857489533373746?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8615857489533373746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8615857489533373746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8615857489533373746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8615857489533373746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-size-matyoshka.html' title='Life-size matyoshka'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4nA-Xhpz5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/fizUkzAHZ1E/s72-c/matroska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6083436676395343046</id><published>2008-01-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:02:28.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ending...you like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Russians always have the habit of combining public holidays so that they become either long weekends or super long breaks like in Jan. The first 9-10 days of Jan is usually public holidays and it is peak travel period for them. While many are out travelling, I enjoyed 9 days of peace in the city. How did I spent my time? Prison Break Season 2, Lovers In Paris and 24 Season 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish there was no season 3 for Prison Break because it would had concluded nicely if season 3 had not existed. I like shows with good ending. It need not be a happy one but one with conclusion. What irritate me the most are those which make me dangle in the air, second guessing if there is a sequel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is precisely the reason why I like 24 (though the individualistic, "I-know-all" characteristic of Jack Bauer irks me at times). When a season ends, it ends with a conclusion. It doesn't matter if you follow up with the next one or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was tricked into thinking that Lovers in Paris was a nice serial to watch. Ending was......absolutely absurd. Such ending makes you feel "cheated", that you even come so far to catch it. I just felt that I needed to throw some rotten eggs at my new Plasma!! Ya, it was that bad! Have you caught any show / serial that you enjoy recently?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6083436676395343046?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6083436676395343046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6083436676395343046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6083436676395343046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6083436676395343046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/endingyou-like.html' title='Ending...you like?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-6341965885378402804</id><published>2008-01-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:33:37.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Top destination for the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4Xnynhpz4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nbM4cKVMhNA/s1600-h/spain+plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153780205385011074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4Xnynhpz4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nbM4cKVMhNA/s400/spain+plan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I hope I can make my Spain trip happen this year. It is always a country I want to visit since my Uni years. When I was with the guitar ensemble in Uni, we used to come across many compositions about Spain. You see her beauty in these works as well as from the many travel journals and websites. Not to mention that it is the home of Mango and Zara too. So we decided. It will be the top destination for us this year. I have marked out the places that I wanted to go but have not decide if we can cover everything in 1 trip (doubt it). Will do more research about these places and will give first hand account when I finally make it there :) Stay tune ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6341965885378402804?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6341965885378402804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6341965885378402804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6341965885378402804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6341965885378402804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-destination-for-year.html' title='Top destination for the year...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4Xnynhpz4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nbM4cKVMhNA/s72-c/spain+plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6541512884054420067</id><published>2008-01-10T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:33:09.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My baobeis'/><title type='text'>Best of Friends - The Next generation :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4US5nhpz3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/g-cyE8ulKb8/s1600-h/fuanddarren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153546129667379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4US5nhpz3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/g-cyE8ulKb8/s400/fuanddarren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I love these photos...what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6541512884054420067?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6541512884054420067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6541512884054420067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6541512884054420067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6541512884054420067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-of-friends-next-generation.html' title='Best of Friends - The Next generation :)'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4US5nhpz3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/g-cyE8ulKb8/s72-c/fuanddarren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-3061622762376837062</id><published>2008-01-10T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:32:37.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Breakfast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4ULjHhpz2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/bE8OdR2Xqnk/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153538046538927970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4ULjHhpz2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/bE8OdR2Xqnk/s400/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2 Sundays ago, we joined some friends for a lazy breakfast morning. We met at this place called the Nespresso Cafe, a nice and cozy place. What perks you up in this cafe is the constant coffee aroma. We ordered our breakfast while waiting for our "kakis" to turn up. The policeman at the road outside caught our attention. Basically, we just wanted to see how much "business" he could get on a quiet Sunday morning. Not very much we guess as he didn't seem interested to stop any vehicle at all. A moment later, our friends arrived and so was the breakfast order. Hmm...yummy! But that breakfast cost us S$60. It's time like this that you will miss the "kaya, cold stori" bread with "kopi" :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3061622762376837062?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3061622762376837062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3061622762376837062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3061622762376837062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3061622762376837062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R4ULjHhpz2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/bE8OdR2Xqnk/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-4102751091347334256</id><published>2008-01-08T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:32:14.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow experience'/><title type='text'>Out in the open in -24 degrees :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How does it feel to be out in the open at -24 degrees? It's numbness at the extremities, pain on the face, aches on the joints, dizziness due to pressure maybe and lungs feeling like they are collapsing. Not a fun experience :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-4102751091347334256?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4102751091347334256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=4102751091347334256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4102751091347334256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/4102751091347334256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-in-open-in-24-degrees.html' title='Out in the open in -24 degrees :('/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-1459520441968688312</id><published>2008-01-08T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:31:37.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>We are all connected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always have the belief that we are all connected with one another, in one way or another. Recently, one of my ex-colleague found me on Facebook through another friend's profile. The latter, I acquainted with in Moscow. It was a nice feeling to be "lost and found". Looking back, there are friends whom were once close but not anymore. There are friends whom we used to see everyday but not anymore. There are people whom we once sworn by but not anymore. The sentence "people come, people go" is so commonly heard in workplace but I think it applies to life too. If only life is simpler. Maybe then more beautiful things are sustainable. Hmm....sounds a bit melancholic but that's not the aim of this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-1459520441968688312?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1459520441968688312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=1459520441968688312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1459520441968688312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/1459520441968688312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-all-connected.html' title='We are all connected!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3243399950286427103</id><published>2008-01-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:30:29.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2008 KPIs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3-Penhpz1I/AAAAAAAAATs/s0325rMpDwY/s1600-h/new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151994254904119122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3-Penhpz1I/AAAAAAAAATs/s0325rMpDwY/s320/new+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pardon me for the title. It might sound unpalatable for some. But I do wish I have some real KPIs to meet for 2008. I have been putting off writing the so- called "new year resolution" because being on "sabbatical" doesn't motivate me to formulate any. But there are 3 things which I really want to achieve in 2008;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a) save more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;b) be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;c) do something useful/fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3243399950286427103?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3243399950286427103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3243399950286427103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3243399950286427103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3243399950286427103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-kpis.html' title='2008 KPIs?'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3-Penhpz1I/AAAAAAAAATs/s0325rMpDwY/s72-c/new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-8645412984254974965</id><published>2007-12-28T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:14:45.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2x in a row!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never thought I would be so "lucky"! I logged on to my yahoo mail this morning and saw an email from my interior designer. All was well until he "announced" that he had resigned from the company! #$^*&amp;amp;^! This is the second ID that quit on me! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to wonder if there is something wrong with the company and I hate to have to run through everything all over again with the new chap!!!!!Moral of the story.....never ever use an interior designer! Anyone with a good contractor to recommend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8645412984254974965?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8645412984254974965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8645412984254974965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8645412984254974965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8645412984254974965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/2x-in-row.html' title='2x in a row!!!!!'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-3356194552931873568</id><published>2007-12-27T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:11:26.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year anniversary....</title><content type='html'>You were the best among the batch.&lt;br /&gt;You were full of character when we met.&lt;br /&gt;We had great times together.&lt;br /&gt;Playing hide-and-seek, trying to find each other.&lt;br /&gt;27 Dec 06, the day when our game did not end.&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to find you was not our intent.&lt;br /&gt;The questions of "where are you?" and "how are you?" always linger.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes memories of you just trigger.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you are well. I pray that you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we will have a chance to meet again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-3356194552931873568?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3356194552931873568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=3356194552931873568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3356194552931873568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/3356194552931873568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1 year anniversary....'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-5876459233084788822</id><published>2007-12-26T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:59:03.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something playful III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since Chloe is the only girl in this "Something Playful" series, her photo montage will have something extra :P Can you spot it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148265153844334370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3JP4XhpzyI/AAAAAAAAATU/-GIDiIATEro/s400/chloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5876459233084788822?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5876459233084788822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5876459233084788822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5876459233084788822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5876459233084788822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-playful-iii.html' title='Something playful III'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3JP4XhpzyI/AAAAAAAAATU/-GIDiIATEro/s72-c/chloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5176701785856781006</id><published>2007-12-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:00:12.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something playful II :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was sorting out all my pictures and came across the series of Fu's photos his mum sent me. I thought it would be quite cute to arrange them in a sequence. That was how "something playful" was created. "Something playful II" is for Darren. Hope you like it :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148265557571260210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3JQP3hpzzI/AAAAAAAAATc/2rgFLgfqM10/s400/DAREN.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;P/s to Chloe: Yours got to wait ok! Ganma needs to scout for photos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5176701785856781006?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5176701785856781006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5176701785856781006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5176701785856781006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5176701785856781006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-playful-ii-p.html' title='Something playful II :P'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3JQP3hpzzI/AAAAAAAAATc/2rgFLgfqM10/s72-c/DAREN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-2119718575369211397</id><published>2007-12-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:51:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic Garden, Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3D8znhpzvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4cH1wXVY36g/s1600-h/botanicgarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147892337798139634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3D8znhpzvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4cH1wXVY36g/s400/botanicgarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2119718575369211397?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2119718575369211397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2119718575369211397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2119718575369211397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2119718575369211397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/botanic-garden-singapore.html' title='Botanic Garden, Singapore'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3D8znhpzvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4cH1wXVY36g/s72-c/botanicgarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5668154529514192837</id><published>2007-12-25T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:21:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Playful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3D1r3hpzrI/AAAAAAAAASc/dbn8dOK_RtI/s1600-h/baobeifu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147884508072758962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3D1r3hpzrI/AAAAAAAAASc/dbn8dOK_RtI/s400/baobeifu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5668154529514192837?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5668154529514192837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5668154529514192837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5668154529514192837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5668154529514192837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-playful.html' title='Something Playful :)'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3D1r3hpzrI/AAAAAAAAASc/dbn8dOK_RtI/s72-c/baobeifu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-5815543471251895964</id><published>2007-12-25T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:19:01.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Moscow :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3CvvXhpzpI/AAAAAAAAASM/gEnmiWuBec4/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147807602388356754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3CvvXhpzpI/AAAAAAAAASM/gEnmiWuBec4/s320/christmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;24 Dec, a day many get together to celebrate the birth of Jesus on 25. We, in Moscow, did the same. As Russians do not celebrate Christmas until 7 Jan (as they are Orthodox Catholics), the Christmasy feeling is not as strong as what we have back home. So, we chose an American restaurant hoping to get a little more of the festivity, besides the wintry weather outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Journey to the restaurant was not at all pleasant, especially for Eugene and May who came to pick us up. The normal ride of 10 minutes (from their place to ours) took 1.5 hours in this weather. By the time we got to the restaurant, it was already around 8pm (poor John, Soe and Eddie had to wait for us for almost 30minutes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3CwDXhpzqI/AAAAAAAAASU/UrO-jZ-WC1U/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147807945985740450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3CwDXhpzqI/AAAAAAAAASU/UrO-jZ-WC1U/s320/christmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Though there weren't many of us in Moscow (yes, we are missing Reuben, Tracey, Cecilia, Steve, Annice and Mike), we still manage to gather a group of 8. Those who could drive made it a point to either take the metro or be driven by drivers. This is so we could all drink! The night ended with nice company, lots of laughter and catching up, below average dinner (imagine an American restaurant which ran out of fries!), not so fantastic service and ok beverage. To all my friends, Merry Christmas and a fabulous year ahead. CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-5815543471251895964?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5815543471251895964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=5815543471251895964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5815543471251895964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/5815543471251895964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-moscow.html' title='Christmas in Moscow :)'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R3CvvXhpzpI/AAAAAAAAASM/gEnmiWuBec4/s72-c/christmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7287497656268082035</id><published>2007-12-24T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:32:12.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Safe Haven In the Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R2_BdHhpzoI/AAAAAAAAASE/q6UXLGO71os/s1600-h/mt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147545605088333442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R2_BdHhpzoI/AAAAAAAAASE/q6UXLGO71os/s320/mt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A friend brought Adrian and I to Mother Theresa Home yesterday. She was going to deliver some Christmas presents she and her husband had prepared. Walking through the cold and slippery door way, we were greeted by 2 of the residents. Both should be in their teens. Though visibly mentally slow, we were greeted with lots of hospitality from the pair. They brought us to the room where we hung our jackets and changed to slippers and excitedly vanished with the 2 packets of presents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I must admit that I was not prepared for the excitement the children displayed when they saw us. I found myself being surrounded by children who expressed their friendliness in a way I am not used to. One took my hands and gently swung them as though she wanted me to dance with her. One just needed to feel you with his hand for he seemed partially blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was attracted to this 11-year old who was suffering from Cerebral Palsy. A very sweet looking girl but paralysed from waist down. At some point, she seemed to be calling out for her mother who had not visited her for 2 weeks as she was sick. Her teary eyes made it unbearable to look at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Sisters who keep the place going give the children their unlimited love and care. Their commitment to them makes me feel so small and insignificant. It is not easy looking after children with special needs. It's not just about providing a roof over their heads. It compasses understanding them, empathising with their handicap, guiding them and treating them just like their very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The visit made me feel that there is still warmth and love in this very harsh and cold country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7287497656268082035?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7287497656268082035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7287497656268082035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7287497656268082035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7287497656268082035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/12/safe-haven-in-cold.html' title='A Safe Haven In the Cold'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R2_BdHhpzoI/AAAAAAAAASE/q6UXLGO71os/s72-c/mt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-6802960840177228605</id><published>2007-11-27T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:45:19.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Cat - The 11th Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The smell of Mr Cat is getting lesser. Mr Cat was Pebble's favorite toy. She liked to grab it by her mouth and toss it up into the air. The smell came from the saliva left behind after all these chewing and grabbing. Now, it is the only smell that is left behind by Pebble. Today is the 11th month :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-6802960840177228605?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6802960840177228605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=6802960840177228605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6802960840177228605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/6802960840177228605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-cat-11th-month.html' title='Mr Cat - The 11th Month'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-8841540938854547066</id><published>2007-11-23T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:46:58.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lure of "S" &amp; "11"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many of us will envy people who do not need to plough for money. Nonetheless, realistically, how many of us can be in that category? Day in day out we are worried if we are earning enough, if we will earn enough, what if it is not enough? I started my 3 weeks of hell to minimise my problem of "what if it is not enough?" today. Going through the first report was a breeze. But the second one stopped me from going on. "This one is going to score badly", I told myself. Anyhow, the motivation factor is the "S" with "11". 加油!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-8841540938854547066?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8841540938854547066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=8841540938854547066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8841540938854547066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/8841540938854547066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/11/lure-of-s-11.html' title='The Lure of &quot;S&quot; &amp; &quot;11&quot;'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29753736.post-9071222375927317944</id><published>2007-11-19T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:11:44.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made In Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R0Dwvg207BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iDA2_dNTtjs/s1600-h/P1000322+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134368274266778642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R0Dwvg207BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iDA2_dNTtjs/s320/P1000322+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was shopping with Adrian last week and we stumbled into a shop called "Loang &amp;amp; Noi". Maybe you have seen this shop in Vivo city or Paragon. Maybe you have seen their advertisement in the magazines. Adrian used to think that "Loang &amp;amp; Noi" was probably Vietnamese but he was wrong. Both Loang and Noi are Singaporeans. The interesting thing is that all the jewellery you find in there are exclusive, i.e every piece is unique. For people who likes the idea of "one and only", this may be a place you can take a look. Maybe it is a kind of "selfishness", I quite like the idea of having something that is unique to me, something that review some bits and pieces of my identity. Am I having identity crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-9071222375927317944?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9071222375927317944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=9071222375927317944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/9071222375927317944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/9071222375927317944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/11/made-in-singapore.html' title='Made In Singapore'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/R0Dwvg207BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iDA2_dNTtjs/s72-c/P1000322+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-2975715896704925358</id><published>2007-10-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:03:27.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being DIPLOMATic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life as a diplomat had made quite a difference in our stay in Moscow. Here's why....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even though working life had been as busy for Adrian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126746836832755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyXdFd7GH7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r0FBPpQm1hk/s320/diplomat1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he is supported by capable and supportive local staff. They are....Elena, his marketing officer and Sasha, his driver (cum bodyguard :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126747807495364546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyXd997GH8I/AAAAAAAAARE/1Sl-CETfLnA/s320/P1000130+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126748155387715538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyXeSN7GH9I/AAAAAAAAARM/PWYHJDO0Yiw/s320/Sasha+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Besides assisting Adrian, both Elena and Sasha had been a great help to me too. You may not be able to see the car clearly but it is a Volvo S60. The great thing about this car was not its model but the fact that it had a red car plate. In Singapore, red car plate means weekend car but in Moscow, red car plate means diplomatic car, = police would think twice about stopping you, some hotel would offer free parking, cars on the road would try to avoid you (they have this thinking that diplomatic drivers are reckless drivers) etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126750612109008882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyXghN7GH_I/AAAAAAAAARc/BpK_jLwZ5xQ/s320/P1000144+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For those who had visited Moscow before, you might had bad experience at the airport customs. Many had been "detained" for quite a while before the stamp finally got "chopped" on your passport. However, if you have the above, all else do not matter. If they make trouble, just point to the word "diplomatic". You will be surprise how many of them are "blind". It is also very effective if they decide to check your luggage. Just give them the passport and they will signal you to pass. With this, you can also use the diplomatic lane for faster clearance at immigration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126756217041330210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyXlnd7GICI/AAAAAAAAARs/4aoBvFtccUE/s320/P1000145+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next is this diplomatic card. In Moscow, you always have to bring your passport wherever you go. But if you have this baby, you will not need to bring your passport and will never get "extorted" by policemen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh! I will sure miss these conveniences.....:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-2975715896704925358?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2975715896704925358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=2975715896704925358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2975715896704925358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/2975715896704925358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-diplomatic.html' title='Being DIPLOMATic'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyXdFd7GH7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r0FBPpQm1hk/s72-c/diplomat1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29753736.post-7549712187075248233</id><published>2007-10-27T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:00:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyLDDt7GH1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-8FyEnDSZiU/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125873794535530322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyLDDt7GH1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-8FyEnDSZiU/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One of the things that always draw me back to Singapore is the pals I have here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125874095183241058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyLDVN7GH2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/707VlR1U1ws/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are just 2 of them.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125874769493106546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyLD8d7GH3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YcWgjRX79-Q/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She is one of our 2 new additions. Line said she caught me drooling over her many times during dinner. How not to right? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125875783105388434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyLE3d7GH5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/K3ShNrIdLfk/s320/blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Us and the next generation. (Missing : Rachel &amp;amp; Fu, Fang &amp;amp; Chloe, Darren)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29753736-7549712187075248233?l=anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7549712187075248233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29753736&amp;postID=7549712187075248233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7549712187075248233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29753736/posts/default/7549712187075248233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabandonedfriend.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-together.html' title='Get Together...'/><author><name>From Mum and Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869880258207956171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qcP9eb-2Wag/RyLDDt7GH1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-8FyEnDSZiU/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
