<?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-14546530</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:26:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>origineesan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14546530.post-113963670168250816</id><published>2006-02-11T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:20:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad are the best!</title><content type='html'>I will be getting another year older in a couple of days so this afternoon I will be inviting a few friends to my place for a celebration. Well, it's actually not a celebration but a gathering. I told my mother about it a few days back and she suggested that I get some snacks and make almond jelly for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to come home early yesterday night to make the almond jelly myself but I put in another 2.5hrs at work to complete some report so that my AM could check it over the weekend. When I got home, I realised that the dessert has already been done by my mom! Saving me some effort. Oh....... I can't get any thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I asked my dad if he could get me some soon kueh as snacks for my friends today. He agreed and he just came home with more than I expected. There was soon kueh, ha kao, siew mai, spring rolls, char siew soo.... So much food!!! How can the 5 of us finish all???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you mom and dad!!!!!! Thanks for getting all that stuff for me. *Muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Updated on 12 Feb 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the food we had yesterday. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/320/DSCN3466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113963670168250816?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113963670168250816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113963670168250816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113963670168250816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113963670168250816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/02/mom-and-dad-are-best.html' title='Mom and Dad are the best!'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113963602901235458</id><published>2006-02-11T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:33:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The collector</title><content type='html'>This morning, I went to Singapore Post Centre to pick up "My Stamps" (&lt;a href="http://shop.vpost.com.sg/MyStamp/index.jsp"&gt;http://shop.vpost.com.sg/MyStamp/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;) for my mother. Reached SPC and the customer service personnel told me that it's not ready yet and that I should call SPC before coming down to collect the stamps. After which I checked with my mom and she told me that someone from SPC called her 2 days ago to tell her that the stamps are ready for collection. Ok.... to cut long story short... I went back to the counter to check with the staff again and the lady told me that only 1 out of 2 sets of stamps are ready for collection. If I am willing to wait, she can get someone to print out the second set too. So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not the point. The point is while I was waiting I noticed an uncle standing at a corner with lotsa first day covers. I also saw a set of "Uniquely Singapore" stamps which is also what my mom ordered. He caught me looking and said hi and before I knew it I was talking to an uncle who is an avid stamp collector. He is a creative man too. Creating his own first day cover for his clan's lunar new year dinner. He spoke with great enthusiasm and excitement how these stamps and first day covers will be auctioned off at tonight's dinner. It made me happy. Well... happy for him. Hmmm.... happy that there are such creative and passionate people around. I am glad that I met someone like him today. He definitely made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted more. When my mom's stamps are finally ready, I showed my mother's creation. Anyway, I think my mother may have personalised too many of those stamps as the SPC lady actually noted that this was not the first time my mother made an order. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I found out that the CNY stamp series is still around. Hmm... I think I have a pretty picture of my family which was taken on the first day of new year. Perhaps I should personalise a set as momento too? "p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113963602901235458?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113963602901235458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113963602901235458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113963602901235458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113963602901235458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/02/collector.html' title='The collector'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113941175774240844</id><published>2006-02-08T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:15:57.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will we get lucky?</title><content type='html'>Yeah.... Our fate will be decided this Friday evening. Who will be the lucky person who will realise his/her/their dream of throwing a one month pay check in the boss's face and declare "I QUIT!". Heehee... don't we all dream about doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13 million toto draw is this Friday! Quick go get a toto ticket and try your luck. Perhaps you will be the fortunate one to collect your winnings at Selegie this coming Monday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113941175774240844?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113941175774240844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113941175774240844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113941175774240844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113941175774240844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/02/will-we-get-lucky.html' title='Will we get lucky?'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113915529201752904</id><published>2006-02-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:22:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues....</title><content type='html'>Have the blues? Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the following quiz and see how awake you are on a monday. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.risingstarkaraoke.com/monday_test.html"&gt;http://www.risingstarkaraoke.com/monday_test.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113915529201752904?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113915529201752904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113915529201752904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113915529201752904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113915529201752904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues....'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113889496266633177</id><published>2006-02-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:42:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww..... so sweet</title><content type='html'>Tonight I read the most beautiful love story in my life. Nothing can beat this I tell you... the union of 2 people in such a perfect way. I wish there was someone like that for me too. Anyway, here's the link to the sweetest love story ever. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/chrischoi"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/chrischoi&lt;/a&gt; (the post was dated 23 Jan 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note ya guys! Hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/chrischoi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113889496266633177?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113889496266633177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113889496266633177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113889496266633177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113889496266633177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/02/awwww-so-sweet.html' title='Awwww..... so sweet'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113855037696499686</id><published>2006-01-29T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:59:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chu Yi - First day of new year</title><content type='html'>The start of the new year seems quite good. For the first time in many years, our family went out to have a simple lunch instead of staying at home having leftovers from the night before. Lunch was good but I think what made the meal more delicious was the simple act of being together. The pictures we took after lunch turned out very pretty too. The weather was perfect and our walk at mount faber after lunch was highly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am happy. It's good to be with the family. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113855037696499686?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113855037696499686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113855037696499686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113855037696499686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113855037696499686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/chu-yi-first-day-of-new-year.html' title='Chu Yi - First day of new year'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113847180357026529</id><published>2006-01-29T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:10:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/1600/pic03772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/320/pic03772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing everyone a prosperous new year. May good health and happiness follow you wherever you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Nian Kuai Le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113847180357026529?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113847180357026529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113847180357026529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113847180357026529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113847180357026529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-of-dog.html' title='Year of the Dog'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113794755108612503</id><published>2006-01-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T09:08:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love-hate relationship</title><content type='html'>I have a love-hate thingy for CNY. It's one of those festive season which I dread the most yet I enjoy the process of getting ready for the new year. I hate it when relatives come to visit and you have to entertain their yearly questions of "what are you doing now?, "how's your work?" etc... As if they care what you are doing and stuff like that. I love it when I need to go out shopping with my mom to get new things for the family and I also like to help with the cleaning of the house too. Afterall, it's only a yearly affair for me (apart from the weekly cleaning that I do) and I treat it as "play" time. :P Such activities makes me feel very involved in the celebration and adds meaning to the festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent the whole of last week going out with my mom every night to buy new year goodies, flowers, groceries, deco,bed sheets etc. Now my house is fully stocked with food and drinks. The fridge is filled with snacks and you can find all sorts of desserts. Dad just brought ba kua home too! There's chilli and non chilli flavour. *yummy* A vast difference from non new year days where sometimes I cannot even find a cup of instant noodles in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... ok here's a picture of the new bedsheet that my mom bought. Isn't it cheery and beautiful? I love the cute design and the red colour. Makes the whole festive season more joyous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/SSCN3204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another picture of a windmill that we bought this year. Apparently, this item is very popular. I have already seen 2 other household in my neighbourhood displaying the same windmill already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/DSCN3218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some pictures of the stuff we bought/received for CNY this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/DSCN3224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/DSCN3225-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/DSCN3227-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113794755108612503?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113794755108612503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113794755108612503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113794755108612503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113794755108612503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-love-hate-relationship.html' title='My love-hate relationship'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113784342403051734</id><published>2006-01-21T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:09:19.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sad life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Ripped off from Vandice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) crashed a car (nah... didn't really crash it. I scratched it big time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) got drunk with a good friend (wish to do that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) shoplifted (i was only 5 yrs old then...forgive oki?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) snuck out of my parent’s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) love someone or miss someone right now (wished there is someone for me to do that now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) lay on my back and watched cloud shapes go by (yeah i want to do that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) built a sand castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gone puddle jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) played dress up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) used a fake id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) touched a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) slept beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) pet a goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) run a red light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been in a car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) had braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) liked the way I look (i know i am not pretty... but i think i look all right sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) questioned my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes (only a short-lived one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) swum in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) cried myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) recently colored with crayons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) done something I told myself I wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose (and it doesn’t feel nice afterwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone I care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) crashed a party (in a halloween gear, no less)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) gone roller-skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) worn pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) told a complete stranger I loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) kissed a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) sung in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) had a dream that I married someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) glued my hand to something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) got my tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) screamed at the top of my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) didn’t take a shower for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gone doorbell ditching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) played chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) jumped into a pool/hot tub/lake with all my clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been told I’m hot by a complete stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) caught a fish then ate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) laughed so hard I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) cried so hard I laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) owned a Britney Spears CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(x) forgotten someone’s name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) French-braided someone’s hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been threatened to be kicked out of my house (because someone played fraud and didn’t pay my part of the rent to the owner promptly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) been kicked out my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) had a fantasy over someone I love as a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) sun-tanned naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;( ) ran naked in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Unlike the person whom I ripped this "questionnaire" from, I can't put cross beside many answers. What have I done with my life? Nothing I guess. *Sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113784342403051734?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113784342403051734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113784342403051734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113784342403051734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113784342403051734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sad-life.html' title='My sad life'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113726007187718896</id><published>2006-01-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:34:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine after the rain...</title><content type='html'>It has been raining so much for the past few days that people are rejoicing the fact that the sun has decided to show its face yesterday. Finally!!!!!!!! We can have dry laundry. No more racks of clothing hanging in the living room. Clean fresh clothes. No more walking around nake. *eh.. kidding only*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is really beautiful today. Woke up to wonderful morning breeze and bright blue sky. It's such a cheerful day and I am happy. Heehee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113726007187718896?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113726007187718896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113726007187718896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113726007187718896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113726007187718896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunshine-after-rain.html' title='Sunshine after the rain...'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113699740470091444</id><published>2006-01-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:42:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled</title><content type='html'>How the hell can you have so much to talk to someone and then after the other person went on a trip and came back and suddenly there is nothing to talk about????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113699740470091444?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113699740470091444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113699740470091444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113699740470091444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113699740470091444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113699578285393219</id><published>2006-01-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:09:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food...glorious food</title><content type='html'>Had too much to eat for dinner tonight. Boy... I am stuffed. Guess what, I am going to add one more resolution for 2006! (hmm... have I told you that I actually made resolutions this yr? nah... not to worry I haven't carry any of them out yet :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution numberXXX for 2006! No more gathering and outing that has eating as the main activity. No more buffets. No more dim sum. No more lunch or dinner gathering. Just had my 2nd buffet in 5 days! This is not good man. With minimal exercise and Chinese New Year just 2 weeks away, my bicycle tyre is growing to become a truck tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... but how can I keep to this resolution when I will be having department lunch tomorrow afternoon and a steamboat dinner at NU's place on Friday? Awwwwww..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113699578285393219?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113699578285393219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113699578285393219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113699578285393219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113699578285393219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/foodglorious-food.html' title='Food...glorious food'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113673104141129754</id><published>2006-01-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:37:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Dinner</title><content type='html'>Read something really interesting today. It's called "The Running Dinner". It's a social activity where strangers get together to have dinner. Wait! There a twist to it. You have a 3 course meal at 3 dinner places in one night with total strangers. At the end of the night, everyone from previous dinner meet up to party at a surprise location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how fun is that? You get to be on the move every 2 hrs. (Good thing if the company is not your cup of tea. You still can look forward to your next group.) The anticipation of a sms which will inform you where the next destination will be. The excitment of getting to the next place. Then at the end of the night you go party like crazy with your new found friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there's still creative people around to come up with these sort of fun ideas. Too bad the running dinner is by invites only. Anyway, I don't think I am the sort that can mix well with total stangers so I am just getting excited reading the article. Yayaya... how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are interested to find out more... Check it out a &lt;a href="http://www.therunningdinner.com"&gt;www.therunningdinner.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113673104141129754?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113673104141129754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113673104141129754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113673104141129754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113673104141129754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/running-dinner.html' title='The Running Dinner'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113672382609950913</id><published>2006-01-08T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:37:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dell Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/1600/63710663753988785751932680527989997473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/63710663753988785751932680527989997473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got a new tech toy. It's my new Dell Dimension 3100. It comes with a LCD monitor too. Yeah baby.... I will treat you well coz you are my baby... Heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113672382609950913?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113672382609950913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113672382609950913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113672382609950913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113672382609950913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-dell-baby.html' title='My Dell Baby'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113660545392128452</id><published>2006-01-07T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:44:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/1600/DSCN3172-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/DSCN3172-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choosing something for TS as her birthday gift is definitely not an easy task. More so when she explicitly mentioned that there should be no food and fashion accessories. What else is there to get for a girl who works all day, does not put on make up due to sensitive skin and whose favourite past time is playing chess with Zhou Gong? Make up is out. Earrings, bracelets and trinklets are out. Mugs seem too thoughtless. Clothes are subject to personal preference. Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like 2hrs walking around Bugis Junction in the hope of finding something meaningful and practical. Ah huh! The result is a vacumn flask with the picture of baby pooh bear. Not exactly the perfect birthday present everyone will wish to receive but it's the thought that counts right? Afterall, the cute little flask can be used in the office. I'm sure everyone can appreciate a cup of warm coffee, tea, milo at some point during a work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how she will react when she sees this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113660545392128452?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113660545392128452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113660545392128452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113660545392128452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113660545392128452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-your-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113647614051651977</id><published>2006-01-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:30:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Meter</title><content type='html'>When I look at the figure indicated by my site meter, I always wonder who actually visit my blog. What kind of people read the stuff I write? Do I know these people? Or are they just passer-bys who happen to land their butt here only to find that there is nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Some questions which I probably will not find out unless someone tells me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113647614051651977?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113647614051651977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113647614051651977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113647614051651977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113647614051651977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/site-meter.html' title='Site Meter'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113647269418319599</id><published>2006-01-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:56:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/1600/home_puzzsolved.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/320/home_puzzsolved.gif" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule is simple. Just ensure that each 3 x 3 grid contains numbers 1 to 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this is the most popular number puzzle right now. I have no idea why this game is so interesting. It's just filling up boxes with 1 to 9. Why are so many people playing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my way home, I saw a middle aged guy carrying the "Little book of Sudoku". I recognised the blue book because Today newspaper runs a puzzle extracted from that book everyday. Yeah, you guessed it right. I am also playing the game of Sudoku. In fact, I just completed 3 puzzles tonight. However, don't be mistaken. I am not addicted to it. Actually, I don't find the puzzle very fun at all. So why do I bother to play the game when I don't find it fun? I wonder too. Perhaps it's because everyone is playing the game and I don't want to be left behind. I guess I wanted to find out what the hype is all about. The Straits Times actually ran a 2 page story on Sudoku some weeks back. It's only a game! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite agonising when I cannot find numbers to fit into the squares. Yet I refuse to give up and patiently scan through rows, columns and boxes to make sure that I can spot a place to place a number. Ahhhhh..... it's a painful process for me. After so many games, I have slowly picked up some techniques to fill the boxes with numbers. Still I find my technique not very effective and slow. Anyway, I will just continue with the game till I get bored of it. Hopefully by then my analytical skills and patience would have improved a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interested in trying the game? Here's some site you can visit:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sudoku.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://sudoku.com.au/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sudoku.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.sudoku.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sudoku.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.sudoku.org.uk/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113647269418319599?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113647269418319599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113647269418319599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113647269418319599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113647269418319599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/sudoku.html' title='Sudoku'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113633189318809887</id><published>2006-01-04T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:05:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Ferdinand</title><content type='html'>All right. I have no idea who Franz Ferdinand is but one of their new songs "Walk away" is stuck in my head every morning! All thanks to Power 98. Hahaa... The station is promoting their new album and they are playing clips of the new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every morning I sing to myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;No buildings will fall down&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away? blar blar blar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. coz I don't know the rest of the song. Gotta go check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113633189318809887?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113633189318809887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113633189318809887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113633189318809887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113633189318809887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/franz-ferdinand.html' title='Franz Ferdinand'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113618672379464854</id><published>2006-01-02T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:32:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gif</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I created my very own animated gif with my own pictures! Kekeke... Nothing to be proud of really coz I simply used the animation wizard in Paint Shop to create the animation. Still it's fun. Waahhhh.... *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to upload the gif file to blogspot but it didn't work. Can't show you my creation. Hmm... anybody has any idea how I can upload animated gif files to my blog? Can you please teach me? plllleeeaaaaaaaaaase.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113618672379464854?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113618672379464854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113618672379464854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113618672379464854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113618672379464854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/gif.html' title='Gif'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113611154788690799</id><published>2006-01-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:51:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/1600/postcard-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/499/200/postcard-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To everyone out there. Have a great 2006! Wishing everyone good health, happiness and a smooth year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: This picture is not taken by me. It was sent by HB. Think she went back to her workplace just to capture this. Well done!&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/14546530-113611154788690799?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113611154788690799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113611154788690799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113611154788690799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113611154788690799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-greetings.html' title='New Year Greetings'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14546530.post-113598798613863951</id><published>2005-12-31T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T08:14:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2005</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of the year. It's the last day of the year! It's the last day of the year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! So quick. I think everything is moving too fast for my little brain to match up to the speed. I guess it's not too late to realise that 2005 is coming to an end and the new year is just 16hrs away. Good thing I got up early today. Must enjoy the last day of 2005 fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking through my blog entries for the last 6 mths and found that I haven't really written much interesting stuff. So I deleted everything, changed the look of my blog and and and... I think I want to start things afresh. *yeah* Hopefully I will have better things to write on my blog next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg, everyone "Happy new year!" Enjoy yourself!!!! *Smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14546530-113598798613863951?l=origineesan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/feeds/113598798613863951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14546530&amp;postID=113598798613863951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113598798613863951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14546530/posts/default/113598798613863951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://origineesan.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-2005.html' title='Last day of 2005'/><author><name>originee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03951835294272772224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
