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tan'/><category term='turquoise'/><category term='911'/><category term='us edu fair'/><category term='best dad in the world'/><category term='beautiful morning'/><category term='My opinion'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='believe'/><category term='heart of the ocean'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='holga 120'/><category term='smart alternative to cheaper eyewear'/><category term='fuel price malaysia'/><category term='jack johnson'/><category term='disability'/><category term='bubbly'/><category term='domain'/><category term='abba'/><category term='perez has a point'/><category term='8 megapixel camera phone'/><category term='red soles'/><category term='Indulgence restaurant'/><category term='riddles'/><category term='take a bow'/><category term='pocahontas'/><category term='poker face'/><category term='lemon'/><category term='made of honor'/><category term='tisbury lane'/><category term='airasia'/><category term='kawarau river'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='politics'/><category term='better than sex'/><category term='star king ye eun'/><category term='jm rohn'/><category term='AIM 15'/><category term='rene descartes'/><category term='klpac play'/><category term='short+sweet'/><category term='christian louboutin'/><category term='kris allen'/><category term='something about the hair'/><category term='Delivery service'/><category term='almost famous'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='deepavali'/><title type='text'>The Uptown Life</title><subtitle type='html'>"Future is next 60 seconds"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>440</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4637365096186805107</id><published>2010-09-20T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:03:39.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgraded to Business Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://B58AEE0D-0118-4409-8CE8-20D40EDCFF9D/thumb.jpg" alt="thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Post-Macau trip was a fruitful one, so I decided to make a permanent move to theuptownlife.com which is hard to do, I'm very sentimental, still am towards old stuff. I left theuptownlife.com one year after purchasing it, and since new comes when the old goes, and so, with great pleasure, I present you to &lt;a href="http://www.theuptownlife.com"&gt;www.theuptownlife.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4637365096186805107?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4637365096186805107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4637365096186805107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/upgraded-to-business-class.html' title='Upgraded to Business Class'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2128516131261385264</id><published>2010-08-25T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:02:11.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>you think i'm pretty without any makeup on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many of you will say, "Yes, me too!" to the below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 1 You dislike something like a trend to the point you have to pay attention and then you decided it's not to bad, and it's a click on the "like" button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry (she's edgy and lives in solidarity, lives in a "Perry World" like "Paris' World" or "Gaga World" and that's hot! ;) Let's leave the "brains" out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 2 You listen to every song (overplaying it) of a particular singer or genre and try to have a para social relationship with the meaning between the lyrics. Even though it doesn't apply to you. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer aka Mayerism (from quoting lyrics to even defend his serial dating behaviors), Paramore's song: The Only Exception. No my parents did not break up, but the lyrics just move your heart and it makes a really good proposal song by the way and you're lucky if you can get Paramore to serenade while you bend down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage ;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1IK8t_8CmU"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. 3 You're young or you still think you are when you start receiving wedding invitations from your high school friends, or recently learn that your ex school mate is married with kids, or is in a stable relationship, and probably heading down the aisle in the near future. Not just marriage, but in career, and studies. You reflect on your life so far, and you think, "Is it just them, or am I not progressing?" Basically you feel like you're Peter Pan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bothered with the fact everyone is jumping into "I love you-Do you love me" or "I do" wagon. Just the fact that, life does moves on, and pretty quickly too. Life is brief like a candle, it's never short, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; chance of making the best out of it, and I feel time is like the breeze. Maybe a little too quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Karl_Lagerfeld/status/19389721535"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Lagerfeld&lt;/a&gt; says, "I can have remorse, but no regrets" Amen to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2128516131261385264?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2128516131261385264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2128516131261385264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-think-im-pretty-without-any-makeup.html' title='you think i&apos;m pretty without any makeup on'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4779104233787265007</id><published>2010-08-19T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:22:31.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>she's perfect, so flawless, i'm not impressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main subject for today is going to be the search for imperfection;which is a synonym for happiness which is also widely misrepresent with perfection. Tonight, I stand united with those in agreement of &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=mayerism"&gt;Mayerism&lt;/a&gt;, the song "&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/comfortable-lyrics-john-mayer.html"&gt;Comfortable&lt;/a&gt;" as suggested in the title plays an crucial role in my hypothesis in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive for everything perfect. Must be without any flaw. "Practice makes perfect" "Perfect score" "Picture-Perfect" "Perfect timing" are some examples of the word "Perfect" is being used in our daily lives. Have we not learned that perfection has brought us nothing but misery which is the total opposite of happiness that we think perfection may bring us to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I believe that imperfections are what brings individuals together that they'll complement each other and make up for what they lack in, and likewise. Otherwise, the line "You complete me" would be totally irrelevant. Because of imperfections, also, we learn alot about acceptance and forgiveness. If one has not yet achieved the ultimate happiness and contentment, at least they will have a peace of mind. Ohmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TG09-5km_FI/AAAAAAAADPU/2Pqi0HNW7LQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TG09-5km_FI/AAAAAAAADPU/2Pqi0HNW7LQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507126070159539282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4779104233787265007?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4779104233787265007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4779104233787265007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/shes-perfect-so-flawless-im-not.html' title='she&apos;s perfect, so flawless, i&apos;m not impressed'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TG09-5km_FI/AAAAAAAADPU/2Pqi0HNW7LQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1131466907017228513</id><published>2010-06-25T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:22:50.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Forgotten smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TCRzqDSbcfI/AAAAAAAADPM/DdKrCacZWt0/s1600/35753_438705871718_576301718_5805767_3358088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TCRzqDSbcfI/AAAAAAAADPM/DdKrCacZWt0/s400/35753_438705871718_576301718_5805767_3358088_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486637412318409202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I have enjoyed and admired a fair share of other people's sweet smiles, maybe because I have forgotten my own. An old picture that I dug out and I was once again captivated by this carefree young thing with the biggest smile ever. I know that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me have this moment now, where I admire no one but the smile that I've always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1131466907017228513?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1131466907017228513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1131466907017228513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgotten-smile.html' title='Forgotten smile'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TCRzqDSbcfI/AAAAAAAADPM/DdKrCacZWt0/s72-c/35753_438705871718_576301718_5805767_3358088_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5868053795643968033</id><published>2010-06-22T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:23:45.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy father&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satc 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best dad in the world'/><title type='text'>my dad and sex and the city 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I think my dad just won the coolest-dad-in-town, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On father's day, I bribed him to a good Japanese dinner and got him to watch SATC 2 with me at KLCC. No kidding. Well, he was pretty easy going, I was either going for A Team or Toy Story 3 or SATC 2, and fashion won this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a good choice. Although it was not movie material, it was definitely a home entertainment. Re-watch and re-watch and re-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess this post is dedicated to my dad. You're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TCCNCe3rC4I/AAAAAAAADPE/nLAAwR6K9IQ/s1600/felicia+funny.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TCCNCe3rC4I/AAAAAAAADPE/nLAAwR6K9IQ/s400/felicia+funny.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485539419923090306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. haha. this is a photo blog. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5868053795643968033?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5868053795643968033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5868053795643968033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dad-and-sex-and-city-2.html' title='my dad and sex and the city 2'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TCCNCe3rC4I/AAAAAAAADPE/nLAAwR6K9IQ/s72-c/felicia+funny.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-963762275740199291</id><published>2010-06-07T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:50:58.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Life won't be complete till you have the best chocolate souffle</title><content type='html'>Again, I made a short business trip to June.  I'll post the leisure activities I did; the touristy post about fun stuff: food, new attractions, food and lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvayZKLzOI/AAAAAAAADN0/6J0wJ6U2ZyA/s1600/P6031676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvayZKLzOI/AAAAAAAADN0/6J0wJ6U2ZyA/s400/P6031676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479713930908257506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ala Carte Buffet at Zhou's Kitchen. Yes, eat all you can, and they serve you. Neat concept, and the food is really fresh and plentiful too. [Chilli crab;  the person in our group's favorite dish of all time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[imagine a whole lot of food pictures. Totally unnecessary because this is not a food blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvazzuHi_I/AAAAAAAADOM/hdXqvffQbgE/s1600/P6041695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvazzuHi_I/AAAAAAAADOM/hdXqvffQbgE/s400/P6041695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479713955218164722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why; of course I had to go there after the rave reviews on one of the food blog I found.&lt;br /&gt;My search for good chocolate; one may never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvceeyjb4I/AAAAAAAADO8/WWbUUimJrBg/s1600/P6041703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvceeyjb4I/AAAAAAAADO8/WWbUUimJrBg/s400/P6041703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479715787845627778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Split Waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvcc91G_BI/AAAAAAAADOk/obLhb_mzW9k/s1600/P6041704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvcc91G_BI/AAAAAAAADOk/obLhb_mzW9k/s400/P6041704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479715761818106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best chocolate souffle ever. It was order alongside Banana Split, Chocolate Chip Cookie but we finished it in 1 minute, not joking. I had 2-3 bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvccQ7mblI/AAAAAAAADOc/_eOz7rZckQk/s1600/P6041707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvccQ7mblI/AAAAAAAADOc/_eOz7rZckQk/s400/P6041707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479715749765738066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute glassware which says Drink me! I had Frozen Eighties Chocolate; yes, chocolate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvazvlaG3I/AAAAAAAADOE/CCoGBIuUSw4/s1600/P6041688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvazvlaG3I/AAAAAAAADOE/CCoGBIuUSw4/s400/P6041688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479713954107890546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything chocolate! Max Brenner, please come to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvay7pqKVI/AAAAAAAADN8/8-8BlGi-a54/s1600/P6041679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvay7pqKVI/AAAAAAAADN8/8-8BlGi-a54/s400/P6041679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479713940167076178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Simlin Square @ Bugis. Was amused by the lightings. What a colorful life. It may spark an interesting one-shot story. For now, one thousand words is represented by this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvcdlWMYLI/AAAAAAAADOs/MxebbCx5UIg/s1600/P6041735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvcdlWMYLI/AAAAAAAADOs/MxebbCx5UIg/s400/P6041735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479715772425855154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Marina Sands, and this is the new Casino. I'm amused (easily) by Singaporeans/Foreigners lane, just because. By the way it's free entrance for foreigners, but  you have to pay $100 levy if you're a Singaporean/PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvcd1owdDI/AAAAAAAADO0/8KKSKtJx6Ic/s1600/P6051739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvcd1owdDI/AAAAAAAADO0/8KKSKtJx6Ic/s400/P6051739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479715776798684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wafer chocolate ice cream. Pure awesomeness at $1.&lt;br /&gt;Told you I never get sick of chocolate.&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/8203593695193738810-963762275740199291?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/963762275740199291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/963762275740199291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-wont-be-complete-till-you-have.html' title='Life won&apos;t be complete till you have the best chocolate souffle'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAvayZKLzOI/AAAAAAAADN0/6J0wJ6U2ZyA/s72-c/P6031676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1738030537116107856</id><published>2010-06-01T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:14:45.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>here's to the next level in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCf2xO84I/AAAAAAAADNs/rRUyP8iZQYA/s1600/P5191550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCf2xO84I/AAAAAAAADNs/rRUyP8iZQYA/s400/P5191550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477787268067292034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young and successful; not talking about the twin towers.&lt;br /&gt;traders' hotel is pretty snazzy tho'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCfAGtbQI/AAAAAAAADNk/O2J7vO6V29s/s1600/P5191553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCfAGtbQI/AAAAAAAADNk/O2J7vO6V29s/s400/P5191553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477787253393419522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french restaurant at raja chulan&lt;br /&gt;(amuses me that I don't even know the name and I had dinner there)&lt;br /&gt;je ne comprenpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCer6mASI/AAAAAAAADNc/DmZiqem8Qco/s1600/P5191554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCer6mASI/AAAAAAAADNc/DmZiqem8Qco/s400/P5191554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477787247973892386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely wine for the evening. 2nd bottle for free because of croach.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCeHqS7BI/AAAAAAAADNU/IKyE3FoIn-U/s1600/P5191561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCeHqS7BI/AAAAAAAADNU/IKyE3FoIn-U/s400/P5191561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477787238241856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future wine cellar.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's going to be more awesome than what you see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCddzlrtI/AAAAAAAADNM/l6Hc__dDkng/s1600/P5201566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCddzlrtI/AAAAAAAADNM/l6Hc__dDkng/s400/P5201566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477787227006545618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy picture with new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1738030537116107856?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1738030537116107856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1738030537116107856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/heres-to-next-level-in-life.html' title='here&apos;s to the next level in life'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAUCf2xO84I/AAAAAAAADNs/rRUyP8iZQYA/s72-c/P5191550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7065798413461562490</id><published>2010-06-01T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:16:17.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>apparently it's a long queue and we took some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4hvJ6LZI/AAAAAAAADNE/FCXN-V07Eyg/s1600/P5141164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4hvJ6LZI/AAAAAAAADNE/FCXN-V07Eyg/s400/P5141164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477776305266765202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to take forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4hE6nZEI/AAAAAAAADM8/MW3ywXJ81Uw/s1600/P5141178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4hE6nZEI/AAAAAAAADM8/MW3ywXJ81Uw/s400/P5141178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477776293928330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we passed our queue number to friendly looking people on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;californians? indonesian on the right. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4gheyGbI/AAAAAAAADM0/PxSdKrw1400/s1600/P5141208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4gheyGbI/AAAAAAAADM0/PxSdKrw1400/s400/P5141208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477776284416350642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 lady from Indonesia. Lost 36 kilos so far! Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4gDo16NI/AAAAAAAADMs/g3eLQOt5b-4/s1600/P5171517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4gDo16NI/AAAAAAAADMs/g3eLQOt5b-4/s400/P5171517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477776276405479634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture. the way i like it.&lt;br /&gt;not cold, and emotionless. just classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4fWwh91I/AAAAAAAADMk/mU1vPvYenbQ/s1600/P5171520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4fWwh91I/AAAAAAAADMk/mU1vPvYenbQ/s400/P5171520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477776264358131538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady in black with brown bag, you're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7065798413461562490?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7065798413461562490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7065798413461562490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/apparently-its-long-queue-and-we-took.html' title='apparently it&apos;s a long queue and we took some pictures'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TAT4hvJ6LZI/AAAAAAAADNE/FCXN-V07Eyg/s72-c/P5141164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1707676457579043514</id><published>2010-06-01T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:43:06.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>i typed love, and it showed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, it has been ages... (guilty) since I have posted. Now that I have some pictures with my new camera (haha, yes!) I feel this blog is once again revived (I think). Most people know this blog by its photos, when it doesn't, I feel really bad, of course that would be whole topic on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself an Olympus. Well, you can say I "drowned" my digital camera and it died. And I betrayed my dslr for this. &lt;a href="www.cheeserland.com"&gt;Cheeserland&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://c-chingz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chingy &lt;/a&gt;has pimped the same model, so I'll spare myself the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtfBPjHII/AAAAAAAADL8/NnNCPBQV6Zw/s1600/P5071002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtfBPjHII/AAAAAAAADL8/NnNCPBQV6Zw/s400/P5071002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764163954744450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;You know when they shot the movie "Anna and the King" set that was built at Clearwater Sanctuary, and now abandoned and no visitors allowed (structure isn't as stable as it is couple years back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtfd3FbtI/AAAAAAAADME/HoWOSKSk03w/s1600/P5071017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtfd3FbtI/AAAAAAAADME/HoWOSKSk03w/s400/P5071017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764171636764370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtf98QXpI/AAAAAAAADMM/UpLPQzyfEMA/s1600/P5131098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtf98QXpI/AAAAAAAADMM/UpLPQzyfEMA/s400/P5131098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764180248387218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had  new Indonesian friends on our way to Singapore, and they have cute buttons too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtgdePJ7I/AAAAAAAADMU/WHPRsLH1txM/s1600/P5131108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtgdePJ7I/AAAAAAAADMU/WHPRsLH1txM/s400/P5131108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764188712413106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value Hotel Nice. Yes, the room is as big as the picture, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;And Twilight was playing. Team Jacob, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtg6cHmOI/AAAAAAAADMc/3dpAcyVh0cY/s1600/P5131145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtg6cHmOI/AAAAAAAADMc/3dpAcyVh0cY/s400/P5131145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764196488157410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop! Satc 2!&lt;br /&gt;Prolly going to watch it in Singapore. Yes, I'm going again this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1707676457579043514?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1707676457579043514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1707676457579043514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-typed-love-and-it-showed-up.html' title='i typed love, and it showed up'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/TATtfBPjHII/AAAAAAAADL8/NnNCPBQV6Zw/s72-c/P5071002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7163464486027716905</id><published>2010-04-03T12:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:17:27.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun moments'/><title type='text'>moments money cannot buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMW-hGagI/AAAAAAAADLc/eBAMP4rTIKQ/s1600/_MG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMW-hGagI/AAAAAAAADLc/eBAMP4rTIKQ/s400/_MG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772693716953602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers, we're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMpiHgxdI/AAAAAAAADL0/nNDF-oaeTok/s1600/_MG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMpiHgxdI/AAAAAAAADL0/nNDF-oaeTok/s400/_MG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455773012510950866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonded over homemade capati and egg fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMYE3xrnI/AAAAAAAADLs/jL90QSXQkhc/s1600/_MG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMYE3xrnI/AAAAAAAADLs/jL90QSXQkhc/s400/_MG_0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772712602545778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wariyam, retired school teacher of Raja Perempuan Ipoh, 65 years old.&lt;br /&gt;65 years old, usually drives wherever she goes.&lt;br /&gt;Has a planned trip to Bangkok with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly a Susan Boyle moment for me. It made my 2 1/2 hours train trip fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bKEQTZKWI/AAAAAAAADLU/y7GW1cKH_3s/s1600/_MG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bKEQTZKWI/AAAAAAAADLU/y7GW1cKH_3s/s400/_MG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455770173050530146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew Melaka's Nyonya Cendol was this good. No more food court cendol for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bKDCtBrwI/AAAAAAAADLM/-JBpoB5sTM4/s1600/_MG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bKDCtBrwI/AAAAAAAADLM/-JBpoB5sTM4/s400/_MG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455770152220077826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for our chicken rice ball, we kept ourselves amused with this toy chicken that makes this really odd crow-like sound. Those sounds that you don't want to hear in the middle of the night kind of sound. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[pic]&lt;/span&gt; my dad by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7163464486027716905?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7163464486027716905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7163464486027716905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/moments-money-cannot-buy.html' title='moments money cannot buy'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S7bMW-hGagI/AAAAAAAADLc/eBAMP4rTIKQ/s72-c/_MG_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5457401852255571156</id><published>2010-03-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:15:10.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shania twain'/><title type='text'>Oh my, Shania Twain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is totally adorable on AI as a guest judge for the Chicago audition. And she and I share the same thing for similar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjzS4Z9d80k"&gt;"embodiment"&lt;/a&gt;. Jokes aside, this woman is really something. I remember re-watching her Ka-Ching music video on the tele again and again and again and I remembered being so enthralled by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this kind of pure talent; raw and nothing else. Just the movement on stage, unbelievable voice, charisma and interaction, the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, Shania Twain. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXtc-TH0Iv4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;You're Still the One&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqYp1jpzKCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqYp1jpzKCk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So you're Brad Pitt] that don't impress me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1WnXZtZNmA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1WnXZtZNmA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh totally go crazy- forget I'm a Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCZ9zo6Z58w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCZ9zo6Z58w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the money that we don't possess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5457401852255571156?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5457401852255571156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5457401852255571156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-shania-twain.html' title='Oh my, Shania Twain'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1908277112468108652</id><published>2010-03-11T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:22:22.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='400d'/><title type='text'>hello 400d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUmkrijCI/AAAAAAAADLE/J7AfS9pNM6M/s1600-h/_MG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUmkrijCI/AAAAAAAADLE/J7AfS9pNM6M/s400/_MG_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447267139706850338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the demise of my digital camera, i recently blew the dust off my beloved. i've missed you. haha. it's not dusty, just that it has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUmAZKwFI/AAAAAAAADK8/VMcoyThuCrI/s1600-h/_MG_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUmAZKwFI/AAAAAAAADK8/VMcoyThuCrI/s400/_MG_0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447267129966116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st floor view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUlqHPybI/AAAAAAAADK0/6Y-MKpbQc78/s1600-h/_MG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUlqHPybI/AAAAAAAADK0/6Y-MKpbQc78/s400/_MG_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447267123985369522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;funny how many satellite dishes are there while i don't even have a television in my home. nor do i need the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUk2etDCI/AAAAAAAADKs/4UqPXwXBlFM/s1600-h/_MG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUk2etDCI/AAAAAAAADKs/4UqPXwXBlFM/s400/_MG_0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447267110125112354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello to my old buddy and my new short hair do, which i &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rather much like &lt;3, started with hate and now I love it.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that profound? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1908277112468108652?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1908277112468108652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1908277112468108652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-400d.html' title='hello 400d.'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5iUmkrijCI/AAAAAAAADLE/J7AfS9pNM6M/s72-c/_MG_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2694132422839422267</id><published>2010-03-08T11:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:39:27.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up in the air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites- Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george clooney'/><title type='text'>if you lost your way,  this may be a good film for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and for people who is looking for an alternative direction in living your life. I must say I was really up for the What's in your backpack philosophy until I felt disappointed with Clooney's character change of mind at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was like how you admire a public figure or someone's image from the outside until you know that they're human. Timely example: Tiger Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the Air tells you there's no perfection in life even if you're looking as good as George Clooney in his 40s. Or as bright-eyed graduated-top-of-the-class, dynamic like Natalie (Anna Kendrick) or as a seemingly strong, gorgeous, middle age woman like Alex (Farmiga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is different at every age or person. Perfection is acceptance of human flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5R1Urfcv7I/AAAAAAAADKU/UAvzFgpnHnU/s1600-h/up_in_the_air_jason_reitman_george_clooney_movie_image_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5R1Urfcv7I/AAAAAAAADKU/UAvzFgpnHnU/s400/up_in_the_air_jason_reitman_george_clooney_movie_image_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446106847530237874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you do really learn is to travel light and always line up  behind Asian businessmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5R1ViS3yuI/AAAAAAAADKc/UOZId1YZLBQ/s1600-h/1230904-up_in_the_air11_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5R1ViS3yuI/AAAAAAAADKc/UOZId1YZLBQ/s400/1230904-up_in_the_air11_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446106862241434338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoyed journey-ing with Clooney's character, Ryan Bingham. He was a cold and insensitive character  with all the wrong reasons for being detached from the world. He surrounds himself with a lot people but always not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the character you will envy at first because you have all this relationships, work, money, debt issues and you see a guy with a career, glamor perks with American Airlines, a fast paced life, no rental to worry about, no wife no kids; well, no responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you see the subtle loneliness but a lot of justifications or self-talk  was needed to keep him "sane" until two characters came into his life; Natalie(Kendrick) and Alex (Farmiga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came his sister's wedding, and he found himself in a whirlwind marriage where he was given a reality check about what life is all about? For a man that does not believe in attachment like marriage, it was the beginning of his turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see more marriages failing, more people losing their jobs than getting a bonus, and then you hear people telling you that is life because you are meant to go through it, all; study, get good grades, work, have a family, till 65, retired, and die. And then you start wondering, is it worth it? Is this life? Is this how it's supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the Air is a movie that covers all aspects of life. It's timely, funny, dramatic, reality with the exception of really good looking actors in it. It talks about success; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;success is going through failure to failure without losing the enthusiasm&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/8203593695193738810-2694132422839422267?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2694132422839422267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2694132422839422267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-lost-you-way-this-may-be-good.html' title='if you lost your way,  this may be a good film for you'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5R1Urfcv7I/AAAAAAAADKU/UAvzFgpnHnU/s72-c/up_in_the_air_jason_reitman_george_clooney_movie_image_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6719791873833469262</id><published>2010-03-04T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:54:44.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Boleh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal development'/><title type='text'>Malaysia, only you</title><content type='html'>You know you've read one of those 50 things you learn in a Korean drama etc etc. I think by now, we should have 50 things you learn in Malaysia or from Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's to name a few:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try to give a better direction to the taxi driver because you're obviously want to reach your destination on time, he suggest the normal way by giving an excuse it will be okay. At the turning point, he turns to you with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a *evil* smug&lt;/span&gt; and say "Oh, maybe it won't be the same when it's raining". At that point it is raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data Entry seems to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"only"&lt;/span&gt; way to make extra income. Why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#earnwhatyou'reworth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Chivalry. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courtesy is dead&lt;/span&gt;. That's the least people can do. Thank you? Received with thanks? Noted? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a chance. Betting on the fact that your life is longer than a cat's. For instance, rushing through the traffic light even when it's turning red. Green=Go, Yellow=Go faster, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red=Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gratitude&lt;/span&gt; is also dead. There may be political issues going on like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Royal_London_Circus"&gt;Royal London Circus&lt;/a&gt;, the once upon a time where you get rebate coupons to go as a student (how exciting it twas!), it may be a bad timing at the moment, but the more complaints, the less smiling how-are-you? , the i'm-having-a-bad-day or F off on your forehead, it's not going to get better. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly Malaysians need is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) More Personal Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stash those horror, mystique, voodoo, gossip magazines away and start picking a book, or an audio or watch a movie that inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) to Feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude list. Hello? Law of Attraction, The Secret? What you focus more, will become bigger. So more #Ithankyoufor, the more positivity you're going to attract. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Solidarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinship and shared social values. Taking up responsibilities as a unit, community of feelings and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Be more of a decision maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you make your own choice, or someone else will dictate yours (read:your life). If you're not happy, then don't stay that way. We are people, we can change. If you don't like your shape, change. If you don't like your hair, make an appointment at your fav saloon. If you don't like your job, do something you like. The only reason why we suffer so much is that we give up. Dreams and Aspirations and Passion is what make of us, our core right down to our 100 trillion cells, which can think. How else a person with a terminal illness can recover? Can you imagine how dynamic our body is? 60% is in the mind, the thinking, decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do better. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5B_X_nEcBI/AAAAAAAADKM/IuXxTZpUAVw/s1600-h/mrkoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5B_X_nEcBI/AAAAAAAADKM/IuXxTZpUAVw/s400/mrkoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444991999679950866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken with Mr. Koon Yew Yin @ Perak Academy's Talk Series: &lt;a href="http://english.cpiasia.net/index.php?view=category&amp;amp;id=211%3Akoon-yew-yin&amp;amp;option=com_content&amp;amp;Itemid=156"&gt;The Conquest of Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you're doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, that's insanity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6719791873833469262?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6719791873833469262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6719791873833469262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/malaysia-only-you.html' title='Malaysia, only you'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S5B_X_nEcBI/AAAAAAAADKM/IuXxTZpUAVw/s72-c/mrkoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-308369730808598034</id><published>2010-03-03T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:40:58.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim rohn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>two major subjects</title><content type='html'>that you need to know and master. Everything we do revolves around these two things. It's true when they say, "You can run but you cannot hide" *adds the cliche evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of life and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;"Sharpen your interest in two major subjects: life and people. You will only gather information from a source if you are interested in it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;—Jim Rohn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S409eVuI3dI/AAAAAAAADKE/lARdXbBZEXs/s1600-h/salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S409eVuI3dI/AAAAAAAADKE/lARdXbBZEXs/s400/salsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444075115996831186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;pic by shahril @ gentleman who taught me my first salsa steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" size="12px" style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" size="12px" style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for instance, maybe take up a new hobby: salsa anyone? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" size="12px" style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-308369730808598034?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/308369730808598034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/308369730808598034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-major-subjects.html' title='two major subjects'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S409eVuI3dI/AAAAAAAADKE/lARdXbBZEXs/s72-c/salsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8390443061792553979</id><published>2010-02-02T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:10:49.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>It's not the "How", it's the "Why"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stepped into the business quadrant exactly a year ago and constantly finding there's so much to learn because when you learn so much, you just realize that there's so much more that you do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing lacking with a lot of people is that they focus on the "how" hence the thinking-too-much syndrome and not "why" the reason they're doing for in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people worry about the ending, when they should be starting. If the Wright brothers worried about landing, they wouldn't think of flying and we wouldn't have airplanes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I would recommend this, &lt;a href="http://www.passionforbusiness.com/blog/visionboards/"&gt;Vision Board&lt;/a&gt;. There are many things I've achieved with the Vision Board. I have a little scrap book that I pasted pictures on. You wouldn't believe how many things I've achieved or experienced because of it. If you didn't know me, you would just pass me off as lucky. But little did anybody know, my little success comes a lot from my strong belief on the Vision Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four types of believers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe...&lt;br /&gt;I like to believe...&lt;br /&gt;I hope to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you want to be? Success begins with a choice to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8390443061792553979?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8390443061792553979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8390443061792553979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-how-its-why.html' title='It&apos;s not the &quot;How&quot;, it&apos;s the &quot;Why&quot;'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7861277992617271757</id><published>2010-02-01T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:51:26.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Change begins with choice</title><content type='html'>Your choice. Like success or knowledge which only comes to those who seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, how the other day I was with my dad and he asked me a rather amusing question. "How do you know so many things?" Without thinking, I answered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Knowledge didn't fall from the sky for me, I seek it, and that's how I learn"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand a lot of things, I only seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do people change? you might wonder. Like how we garner knowledge, we make a choice. Most people are too scared, even I get the anxiety to change but it's the only permanent thing. Like how I saw a quote posted by my friend, Jamie who posted on Facebook, "What's the biggest room?" "Room for improvement!" Aye to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get agitated when I don't agree with other people's thinking simply because I have different values and principles. So, morale of the story is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't get angry when someone has a different perspective, because not everybody adopts the same values or principles as you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the simple approach, and stop analyzing too much. You would age more gracefully, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S2aUj5Omi2I/AAAAAAAADJ8/4IVUaG10g8Q/s1600-h/P1020168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S2aUj5Omi2I/AAAAAAAADJ8/4IVUaG10g8Q/s400/P1020168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433193344847481698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7861277992617271757?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7861277992617271757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7861277992617271757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-begins-with-choice.html' title='Change begins with choice'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S2aUj5Omi2I/AAAAAAAADJ8/4IVUaG10g8Q/s72-c/P1020168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1560442351774267364</id><published>2010-01-28T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:35:57.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good line'/><title type='text'>Tell me and I forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me and I remember. Involve me and I understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S2GSFcS17pI/AAAAAAAADJs/0Nqc5pR0dbw/s1600-h/P1010747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S2GSFcS17pI/AAAAAAAADJs/0Nqc5pR0dbw/s400/P1010747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431783247777754770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1560442351774267364?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1560442351774267364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1560442351774267364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/tell-me-and-i-forget.html' title='Tell me and I forget'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S2GSFcS17pI/AAAAAAAADJs/0Nqc5pR0dbw/s72-c/P1010747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7079249368045828064</id><published>2010-01-21T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:26:42.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>when one wonders what they'll be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad asked me, "Do you think you have what it takes to be successful?" Funny. Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered and thought over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't sound as confident or look the part, but my answer would be "I think I do" "Why not me?" If anyone has passion, determination, willingness to learn, burning desire to change, I cannot see why anyone cannot be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing will only be crucial if all the above are present.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity will knock once or twice to see if one answers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010. My year. Could be yours too. Shall we tango?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7079249368045828064?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7079249368045828064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7079249368045828064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-one-wonders-what-theyll-be.html' title='when one wonders what they&apos;ll be...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2254511388339878112</id><published>2010-01-10T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:50:12.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life in 2010'/><title type='text'>minus ten. 355 to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0nbrW8LzhI/AAAAAAAADJk/V3Ky5eV628I/s1600-h/P1010342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0nbrW8LzhI/AAAAAAAADJk/V3Ky5eV628I/s400/P1010342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425108764083342866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#Tenth day of the &lt;a href="http://www.twentynot2000.com/"&gt;twenty ten&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;#Amazing things are slowly unfolding. *Do the We-are-family dance*&lt;br /&gt;#It's proven. It's powerful. Now is the time! Definitely, yes, no maybe(s).&lt;br /&gt;#Choose a side; which side do you want to be at? 10 Qs for Kiyosaki on &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/video/player/0,32068,28344410001_1908587,00.html"&gt;Time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;#2010, will it be your year? Decide now.&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/8203593695193738810-2254511388339878112?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2254511388339878112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2254511388339878112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/minus-ten-355-to-go.html' title='minus ten. 355 to go.'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0nbrW8LzhI/AAAAAAAADJk/V3Ky5eV628I/s72-c/P1010342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2145559766501467597</id><published>2010-01-08T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:27:44.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church arson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>in times like these</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="310" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P54ybJ0pX9g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P54ybJ0pX9g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="310" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these, I can't help but feel like a hypocrite because of the peace we promoted to our international friends how we're able to stay together despite our cultural and religion differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, everybody is trying their best to put up a brave front whether it's truly genuine or not. That's another story. Let's focus on what's important; fighting for justice, united when everybody looks down on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes with the saying, "What does not kill us, only makes us stronger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2145559766501467597?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2145559766501467597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2145559766501467597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-times-like-these.html' title='in times like these'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1096159899695672277</id><published>2010-01-07T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:00:32.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How long does it take?</title><content type='html'>For pain to go away&lt;br /&gt;For you to be rich&lt;br /&gt;For you to be great at playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;For you to get the girl of your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I've finally understood the real meaning behind the saying, "Time does not heal". Yes, you have to wait, yes, time is an essence. But time has nothing to do with your achievements. Whether you're finally going to get over the breakup, or you made your first million, or you are now a proud owner of the Ferrari that you always dreamed of, time has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0XyPgWeBGI/AAAAAAAADJM/xFbRwboXW_w/s1600-h/puzzle-thumb-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0XyPgWeBGI/AAAAAAAADJM/xFbRwboXW_w/s400/puzzle-thumb-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424007674433766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you finally decide that enough is enough, then things starts to change. This is how you should lead your life in 2010. Decide now. No matter what challenges you will face, it'll be nothing if you don't let it get in your way for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1096159899695672277?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1096159899695672277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1096159899695672277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-long-does-it-take.html' title='How long does it take?'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0XyPgWeBGI/AAAAAAAADJM/xFbRwboXW_w/s72-c/puzzle-thumb-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3650321599622372249</id><published>2010-01-04T13:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:27:31.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life in 2010'/><title type='text'>2010 is going to be</title><content type='html'>#1 Sans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swifty's songs guitar sessions till I get my hands on &lt;a href="http://www.taylorguitars.com/Guitars/Baby-Taylor/"&gt;Big Baby Taylor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fb's time-wasting-won't-bring-me-any-good apps, namely, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FarmVille"&gt;Farmville&lt;/a&gt;, Cafe World etc.&lt;br /&gt;New paperback books till I get a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kindle-Wireless-Reading-Device-Display/dp/B00154JDAI"&gt;Kindle 2&lt;/a&gt; ( No more space till I get my own library room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GKAYUs5qI/AAAAAAAADI0/fHYonvmoYWI/s1600-h/P1010198+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GKAYUs5qI/AAAAAAAADI0/fHYonvmoYWI/s400/P1010198+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422767165464700578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 and would be life changing because I'm turning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's my time to reach great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_UW6ZCEI/AAAAAAAADHE/iypS-kjdJ60/s1600-h/5808_121092787811_740472811_2949197_7249155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_UW6ZCEI/AAAAAAAADHE/iypS-kjdJ60/s400/5808_121092787811_740472811_2949197_7249155_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755414055389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GBZRL8RdI/AAAAAAAADHs/46ErTvmvd_0/s1600-h/PA130215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GBZRL8RdI/AAAAAAAADHs/46ErTvmvd_0/s400/PA130215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422757697440990674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Lots of adventure and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traveling&lt;/span&gt;. and meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_Uox8IZI/AAAAAAAADHM/D5QtPvxdOD4/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_Uox8IZI/AAAAAAAADHM/D5QtPvxdOD4/s400/DSC02347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755418851778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDlp6vDEI/AAAAAAAADH0/AzIiPzAW1fo/s1600-h/P1000529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDlp6vDEI/AAAAAAAADH0/AzIiPzAW1fo/s400/P1000529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422760109261392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDmCK2YbI/AAAAAAAADH8/uLZjrqk25k4/s1600-h/P1000420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDmCK2YbI/AAAAAAAADH8/uLZjrqk25k4/s400/P1000420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422760115771433394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_U-tDGWI/AAAAAAAADHU/5kF7mQnN32I/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_U-tDGWI/AAAAAAAADHU/5kF7mQnN32I/s400/DSC03391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755424736844130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_VVFt4gI/AAAAAAAADHk/10TdtkciMCM/s1600-h/DSC03446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_VVFt4gI/AAAAAAAADHk/10TdtkciMCM/s400/DSC03446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755430745891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_VLVeUjI/AAAAAAAADHc/k0S262HGA-k/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0F_VLVeUjI/AAAAAAAADHc/k0S262HGA-k/s400/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755428127625778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 About Breathing Life into people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDnVL-hJI/AAAAAAAADIU/kL14d43lyg4/s1600-h/P1010300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDnVL-hJI/AAAAAAAADIU/kL14d43lyg4/s400/P1010300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422760138056303762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GGG1b5uUI/AAAAAAAADIc/F3Xuzq7lrFw/s1600-h/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GGG1b5uUI/AAAAAAAADIc/F3Xuzq7lrFw/s400/P1010282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762878312233282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Be who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDm9IWsnI/AAAAAAAADIM/eRxd8Bf3xHA/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GDm9IWsnI/AAAAAAAADIM/eRxd8Bf3xHA/s400/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422760131598660210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GH5Ea5RZI/AAAAAAAADIk/QQzBQU0iTrI/s1600-h/P1010219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GH5Ea5RZI/AAAAAAAADIk/QQzBQU0iTrI/s400/P1010219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422764840839628178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GH5iQrlwI/AAAAAAAADIs/aY_UwY-c46M/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GH5iQrlwI/AAAAAAAADIs/aY_UwY-c46M/s400/P1010062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422764848849852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# well, simply the best! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3650321599622372249?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3650321599622372249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3650321599622372249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-going-to-be.html' title='2010 is going to be'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/S0GKAYUs5qI/AAAAAAAADI0/fHYonvmoYWI/s72-c/P1010198+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5887006673506263632</id><published>2009-12-31T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:15:52.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another year, not the end of the world</title><content type='html'>The title would be more suited for 2012, I think... Have you heard of the saying, "Party like there's no tomorrow?" Exactly, I understand birthdays, maybe, you can only celebrate 16 once, but then again, I don't really believing in the commercial way of celebrating a special occasion. For me, party and celebration is where you feel most at home, with your family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not indulge in my usual opinionated post, and let's talk about this new year. 2009 may be the best year, or may be not, or somewhat bittersweet; let's take in the goodness, and let's be thankful. for the bitter experiences that helped you to grow, and happy moments as dessert, like cherry on top of a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcLMH8pwusw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcLMH8pwusw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5887006673506263632?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5887006673506263632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5887006673506263632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-another-year-not-end-of-world.html' title='The end of another year, not the end of the world'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-9009344576581188733</id><published>2009-12-29T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:51:00.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>I'm looking for corny in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me sum up this year in a blog post. Not three words because I'm long winded that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has truly been an emotion roller coaster ride for me. I embarked in a new adventure, it's anything but monotonous. There was a lot of waiting, patience and uncertainty; in a bittersweet tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no drastic change in the the most talked about (esp during reunions) in a couple of departments; the hairstyle and relationship. While Jennifer Aniston will always take the crown for her "Rachel" hair, still looking great at 40 and on-off-on-now off relationship with John Mayer who has a great new album. He may not have a great image as a partner but boy, he still is doing great in the music department, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is Chestnut (Red) this season, and Beyonce's "Single Ladies" is still my ringtone, so if you like it, why don't you put a ring on it? Yes, she's still brilliant, Kanye doesn't need to blow her trumpet, no thank you, because Taylor Swift is awesome. Great year for her, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 may be anything but definitely not bad at all. It could be worse. Britney made her comeback,  easily with one. two. three. It's a circus alright in politics, sports and entertainment. Speaking of sports, Tiger might have to really tone down, let's just say he dabbled into a sport where people is usually discreet about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest news after recession and lay offs has definitely got to be deaths. From Michael Jackson to Brittany Murphy, shocking but we move on. And our dear late Jim Rohn, had the privilege to hear him through a live conference, too bad it was to late to meet him in real life. But the thing is, all these deaths are mourned because they touched so many lives; that's what it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether life has been good or bad; have you touched someone's life while you still eat and breathe? Life can easily be snatched in a sec, a lightning can strike you this instance, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has life been worth it, so far? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes us so quickly; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in this brief li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;, why not make it worth living. My new year's resolution is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe lives into other&lt;/span&gt;s. How about you? Are you finally going to make a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned this year that there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no time to be cynical, cautious, a control freak, suspicious, afraid and cursing why this is happening&lt;/span&gt;, but instead, you will see to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making the time to exercise 20 mins a day, have meaningful friendships, family bonding, good thoughts about others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SzoWdqX-1EI/AAAAAAAADGg/cAEC_YgwFvE/s1600-h/live_love_laugh_listen_and_learn_t_shirt-p2351273850051016503smz_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SzoWdqX-1EI/AAAAAAAADGg/cAEC_YgwFvE/s400/live_love_laugh_listen_and_learn_t_shirt-p2351273850051016503smz_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420669800340706370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-9009344576581188733?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/9009344576581188733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/9009344576581188733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-looking-for-corny-in-my-life.html' title='I&apos;m looking for corny in my life'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SzoWdqX-1EI/AAAAAAAADGg/cAEC_YgwFvE/s72-c/live_love_laugh_listen_and_learn_t_shirt-p2351273850051016503smz_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7877345826519048368</id><published>2009-12-23T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:09:23.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tis the season to be jolly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim rohn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The soil says "Don't bring me your need, bring me your seed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SzGxoi9uobI/AAAAAAAADGQ/JBz7l8ea_Sc/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SzGxoi9uobI/AAAAAAAADGQ/JBz7l8ea_Sc/s400/P1010185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418307136842015154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to my garden this morning and found that the sunflower seeds that I sowed is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment today and was stood up because I didn't sow enough. Nature has once again taught me a lesson. The seasons of life; spring, summer, fall and winter. Sow enough, and you will harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The soil says "Don't bring me your need. Bring me your seed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvest does not come to those who wish, harvest comes to those who sow and put action into what they desire. The winter is cold and dreadful, but Spring will soon be there. The night is dark, but the day will come after. The storm shall struck but the calm skies will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the miracles of the sunshine, rain and soil, and continue to sow(action) in the summer, and then when summer comes, you will harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm thankful for a wonderful lesson from the Mother Nature and our dear late Jim Rohn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas in advance and have a great year end! :)&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/8203593695193738810-7877345826519048368?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7877345826519048368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7877345826519048368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/soil-says-dont-bring-me-your-need-bring.html' title='The soil says &quot;Don&apos;t bring me your need, bring me your seed&quot;'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SzGxoi9uobI/AAAAAAAADGQ/JBz7l8ea_Sc/s72-c/P1010185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4239807078058420458</id><published>2009-12-21T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:48:50.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>He was the best killer until he met her, an assassin too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can we be perceived as weak when we strip the layers and layers of our already fragile heart? Are we wrong if we put in too much of effort just because it's a game and we're supposed to play to win? Is it true that we can only be all or nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these thoughts are not bothering me at all. A reflection of heart; if it's close enough, then I would have figured it out by then. I guess what's best in life (most, if not all) is that you jump, then fall, then learn how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was told by a wise man, "It's not the problem, it's how you handle it, is really the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have more things to focus on. This month. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4239807078058420458?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4239807078058420458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4239807078058420458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-was-best-killer-until-he-met-her.html' title='He was the best killer until he met her, an assassin too'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7526999802704975681</id><published>2009-12-15T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:26:39.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>20 going on 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not really too excited about this one. It's just like Christmas, or New Year and should be celebrated that way, once a year. There shouldn't be any "commercial tag" on it. The golden key, the big cash reward, hotel celebration, oh no, embarrassing huge birthday cake in the shape of "21". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not even joking&lt;/span&gt;. Really, it could've been "MTV's Sweet Sixteen" style, same tackiness and drama but maybe less bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I grew up in a typical Asian (Chinese) family, although I remembered my mum saying something about hand-me-down golden key when I asked for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jewelery&lt;/span&gt; for my 21st a couple of years ago when I saw my cousins getting a new one from their grandmother. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's just as Asian as we can get&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Syeov9gy5ZI/AAAAAAAADGI/0j4BGRUG7Do/s1600-h/30102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Syeov9gy5ZI/AAAAAAAADGI/0j4BGRUG7Do/s400/30102009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415482618855744914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I wish for this birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic because we all used to get so excited about growing up to be adults but the like the saying goes, "the grass is ALWAYS greener on the other side". When you finally get here, it's a different perspective all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at this major point in my life. Make it or break it kind of situation. I chose a different path and unlike the other decisions I've made, this one takes the Oscar's Breakthrough Role Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather tricky because when you try to take the road less traveled, you're unlikely to be 100% supported. There will be mockers, believers, the perplexed etc etc. It's like when Cameron Diaz decided to take a challenging role in Sister's Keepers, some applauded her, some mocked and said she's just trying to score an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here am I, well, not exactly like Cameron Diaz, but you do get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/firelikehope"&gt;Liyana&lt;/a&gt; asked me on Twitter today, what I wanted this year for my big day. If you asked me a couple of years ago, I would have wanted so many [material] things. The list is never ending but it has dawned upon me that what I really wanted in this lifetime is to be happy with what I have now at the same time in pursuit for better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy" cannot be measured but I know I'm getting there if I don't give up. As long as I do the things that fills me with abundance of joy, you will just keep going, right? At this point of my life, I'm having flashbacks of the incidences; the characters I meet, loved ones that have left, moments of motivation and inspirations, friendships, experiences, worldly opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank each and everyone and everything that has come my way. Though may not be sweet, but it has made me to be who I am today, tomorrow, and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm looking forward to Sunday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7526999802704975681?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7526999802704975681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7526999802704975681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-going-on-21.html' title='20 going on 21.'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Syeov9gy5ZI/AAAAAAAADGI/0j4BGRUG7Do/s72-c/30102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6426644082952180493</id><published>2009-12-06T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:06:04.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best wedding speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newly weds'/><title type='text'>Best Wedding Speech</title><content type='html'>I attended a wedding on Saturday night and this was the father's speech to the newly weds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have taken 7 years of courtship. I hope you see through each other to know whether you're able to work the marriage. The thing is, you need to open your eyes before marriage and learn how to close them afterwards. The problem with a lot of people is that they close their eyes before marriage and open them afterwards. That's a little too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Standing ovation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Simple, right to the point and warning for singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6426644082952180493?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6426644082952180493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6426644082952180493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-wedding-speech.html' title='Best Wedding Speech'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-9036367303329991009</id><published>2009-12-04T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:07:10.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>songs you listen at 3:30am</title><content type='html'>which play perfect harmony to the rhythm of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be by Melissa Polinar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpbdfX2pKrA"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me by Demi Lovato &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFEHOKdtdqo"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Fly Away by Miley Cyrus &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2LhkgWCyY4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my heart by John Mayer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xlOQ0ySpVY"&gt;Cover by Kina Grannis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and a couple from &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Music/12/03/grammy.nominations/index.html"&gt;Taylor Swift &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKosW0b8J5M"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJVt1HHelVw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You belong with me. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJVt1HHelVw"&gt;Cover by Leah Goins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazier &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkbGDC6agKE"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Me by Kina Grannis &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TaBtefmku4"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine by Kina Grannis &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwQBWDkodvk"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Us by Kina Grannis&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mS0aNydXvo"&gt; Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these two songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song For No One by John Mayer. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NuCuTOiqeo"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the Girl by Click Five. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x5oTaiWkdw"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you curl in bed under warm blankets. sweet dreams. xoxox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-9036367303329991009?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/9036367303329991009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/9036367303329991009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/songs-you-listen-at-330am.html' title='songs you listen at 3:30am'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3422074602241051140</id><published>2009-12-03T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:22:31.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian tracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody'/><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                                 &lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe every person has within themselves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inexhaustible reserves of potential&lt;/span&gt; they have never even come close to realizing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe each person has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far more intelligence&lt;/span&gt; than they have ever used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe each person is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more creative than he or she has ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe the greatest achievements of your life&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lie ahead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe the happiest moments of your life are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe the greatest successes you will ever attain are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; still waiting for you &lt;/span&gt;on the road ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;And, I believe through learning and application of what you learn, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can &lt;/span&gt;solve any problem, overcome any obstacle and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;achieve any goal that you can set for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Brian Tracy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 16px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3422074602241051140?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3422074602241051140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3422074602241051140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8358685830957756799</id><published>2009-11-25T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:33:31.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>always looking forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my line of work, you either go move up, or you move down; there's nothing in between. It's not something very hard to do, but you need a lot of discipline and consistency. You need to be a VERY good emotions manager because it affects everything. When you're physically tired, you may still be able to stay strong because you're mentally fit. If you're weak, then it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people choose to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay mediocre&lt;/span&gt; most of their life (I hate to use the word "fail" because I don't think it's fate, it's something they chose). Choice, on the other hand is a good word. If you settle for 2nd best, then you'll be okay with not having anything like "everybody" else. You compare to those who are not any better than you so you won't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they call a crowd mentality. That's 97%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear cut of abuse: the definition of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contentment&lt;/span&gt;" and the term "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgetting your roots&lt;/span&gt;". They are also the mockers, the one that silently rooting for you to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how they portray the "outcast" in the movies who are usually the minority and later on become the hero at the end. That's 3% for you. Maybe not all, but heard of, "What does not kill you can only make you stronger"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a constant challenge, you have to do your own filter, basically design the way you want it to be. I  think the main issue is that people let "fate" take control; let people decide how you should lead your life, starting from childhood. It's not that your parents are sadists or anything but it was how they probably being led in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school, get good grades, get a degree, get a good job, start a family, have kids, work till you're 65, retire and wait for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we start "giving up" or follow the crowd; it's where you would never have live your dream. I'm not saying , don't get a job. Yes, job opportunities are good for some because if everybody decides to be their own boss, then well, who's supposed to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you. Yes, you. You, who has a dream, maybe a big one. Maybe you think you deserve a better life. I think you do, if you have a dream. You just need to not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a climb, but the view's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8358685830957756799?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8358685830957756799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8358685830957756799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-looking-forward.html' title='always looking forward'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7853977616274322232</id><published>2009-11-17T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:41:38.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions I always ask myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you have questions you ask yourself sometimes? I think everybody is their greatest critic. By that, people change, for the better or for worse. Like the blue skies, it's not unique or really important but it needs to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not sure where I'm heading but I'm talking about questions, reflections, whatever you call it. It's part of the daily things you do subconsciously when you drift away in  your dreams and doodling; when you wander off in thoughts- that's what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My top 5 questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I a giver or a taker? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give freely, and be rewarded. Most of the people that say, "I'm not a good receiver" are simply those who are takers. By sacrificing yourself to help someone that you love- in which they can do by themselves are considered as taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of person who will deliver this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a messy person, ask yourself, what kind of person this is?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like your current self now, best thing is that you can change! Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is my dream? My purpose in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a dream, you're working towards someone else's dreams. Please do not try to use your current circumstances as an excuse to not being to be able to achieve yours. It's simply not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many Saturdays do I have left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say we live till 75 years old. You're 20, and you have 55 years to go. We have 52 saturdays a year x 55 which equals 2860 Saturdays. Not much; so what are you going to make sure you enjoy and live to the fullest all the Saturdays of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would my eulogy be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did most things she wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;She breathed life into others&lt;br /&gt;She was not the most likeable, but she was a true friend&lt;br /&gt;She died without regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SwLSB8liYxI/AAAAAAAADFU/2PZHfz7suHQ/s1600/P2090450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SwLSB8liYxI/AAAAAAAADFU/2PZHfz7suHQ/s400/P2090450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405113433683288850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7853977616274322232?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7853977616274322232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7853977616274322232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/questions-i-always-ask-myself.html' title='Questions I always ask myself'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SwLSB8liYxI/AAAAAAAADFU/2PZHfz7suHQ/s72-c/P2090450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7736575247197607950</id><published>2009-11-11T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:24:27.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>looking for mr darcy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I've religiously read "Pride and Prejudice"; the truth is I don't exactly have the ability to comprehend such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; literature, other examples like "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Kill_a_Mockingbird"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird"&lt;/a&gt;. Really, I can't even get through the first page. Or any of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._R._R._Tolkien"&gt;Tolkien's&lt;/a&gt; LOTR (thank God for the films). Now you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Mrs Cris and I were texting (yes, we're still high school that way) about the search of our &lt;a href="http://www.saraharthur.com/writing/darcy/index2.htm"&gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/a&gt;, Dr Mcdreamy, Prince Charming (either non existent, not available, married or gay). It's such a dilemma for some, and I'm not having a "40 year old virgin" talk here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our parents and grandparents or people 20-50 years back tied the knot in their early years, and so, as we progress, women became more independent and have theme songs like "I don't need a man" or "Single Ladies" and of course, maybe the fact that we outnumber men could be related to that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea of a better half is not just for the sake of looking for "someone", get married, have children, live happily ever after. The focus for most is the wedding of the century, the perfect location, dress, honeymoon suite, the champagne. And it usually ends up in a cliche divorce, if you're "smart" enough, you have the pre-nuptials signed. What I'm trying to say is that, marriage these days are like business deals. Even relationships. The boy-likes-girl-vice versa is no longer that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way people "commit" into relationships is such a sad scenario like there's a limited supply. You compromise your values, your beliefs, change yourself for a person (in not a good way), lower your standards. Just like when you see the &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/41325"&gt;"perfect"&lt;/a&gt; pair of jeans, and because they sold out the size you wanted, you settled for a pair that doesn't fit you and then usually you regret buying it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend's advice like Katy Perry "&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/hot-n-cold-lyrics-katy-perry.html"&gt;Hot N Cold&lt;/a&gt;", you go into a relationship like you change clothes. Isn't that some "good" advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you should listen to advice like "&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/butterfly-fly-away-lyrics-miley-cyrus.html"&gt;Butterfly Fly Away&lt;/a&gt;" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caterpillar in the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How you wonder who you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't go far but you can always dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish you may and wish you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you worry, hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise there will come a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly, fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7736575247197607950?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7736575247197607950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7736575247197607950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-for-mr-darcy.html' title='looking for mr darcy'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1171986390639413313</id><published>2009-10-31T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:01:51.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>5 years ago, today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SuxBRcLrMYI/AAAAAAAADEM/565I6dUuowY/s1600-h/porpor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SuxBRcLrMYI/AAAAAAAADEM/565I6dUuowY/s400/porpor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398761821189124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her actions spells out unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Her smile eases the pain&lt;br /&gt;Her cooking brings everyone together&lt;br /&gt;Her strength to forgive is divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago, today;&lt;br /&gt;Like Shakespeare's Sonnet 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So  long as men can breathe or eyes can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So long lives this and gives life to thee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you; We all miss you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love, and our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thine,&lt;br /&gt;Ever yours,&lt;br /&gt;Ever ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1171986390639413313?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1171986390639413313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1171986390639413313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-years-ago-today.html' title='5 years ago, today'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SuxBRcLrMYI/AAAAAAAADEM/565I6dUuowY/s72-c/porpor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6743832447854169845</id><published>2009-10-29T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:45:56.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past and future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I used to think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SumrfoTespI/AAAAAAAADEE/hr_PqsD_ri0/s1600-h/past-present-future.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SumrfoTespI/AAAAAAAADEE/hr_PqsD_ri0/s400/past-present-future.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398034188263666322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was this confusion because when I moved out from my previous phase of life, it's this part of what we are taught to not "forget our roots" and personal development that says a lot about the power of association and we all know "the birds of the same feathers flock together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was in the situation where I'm glad I left some things in the past and has since then moved on, there's this guilt or I would refer it more of a confusion really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have said it better than this quote I found some time back, "Don't worry about the people from your past, there is a reason they didn't make it to your future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most permanent thing is this world is change. Change of decisions, change of philosophies; it's like changing of clothes, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 20 years ago, South Korea literally didn't have any bridges, now they have around 18 of them. The girls on SATC and GG don't repeat their clothes so did my Chemistry teacher back in high school who doesn't wear the same outfit one month at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all these changes could happen, it's the same for human beings and their fickle mindedness. You know when you see a friend that suddenly has a new interest and joins a different clique? I think it's not a real problem because she or he has simply changed his values, or philosophies that may not be the same as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal we feel envious or turn our backs and say, "She used to be nice..." I begin to come to terms that we cannot please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody, maybe no one would be happy that you will be somewhere, someone one day. Now I understand why is it so important for you to recognize your own ability and give yourself a pat on the back instead of waiting for someone to say, "Good Job" (although a sincere comment would be really nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's ONE life, our life. If we can sleep like a baby at night, not having evil thoughts or jealousy or hatred towards others and yourself, give yourself a good pat on the shoulders. I would even suggest for you to have your own gratitude list; thanking whatever that comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you vibrate, you are what you magnify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6743832447854169845?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6743832447854169845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6743832447854169845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-used-to-think.html' title='I used to think...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SumrfoTespI/AAAAAAAADEE/hr_PqsD_ri0/s72-c/past-present-future.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-13768875982270215</id><published>2009-10-26T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:28:55.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion fruit'/><title type='text'>Tough like a passion fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SuV_kUdbuSI/AAAAAAAADD8/ypVL7efqpWs/s1600-h/P1000260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SuV_kUdbuSI/AAAAAAAADD8/ypVL7efqpWs/s400/P1000260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396859990417586466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's an interesting&lt;a href="http://www.passionfruit.org.nz/History.htm"&gt; history&lt;/a&gt; why Passion fruit is named that way. But in the picture above taken of the passion fruit from our garden proves to me that it's really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see those little red and black blue spots are insects and worms mark.  Life as we know it is full of it and there is always something we can all learn from nature; negative vibes and circumstances are inevitable, yes, we die in the end; like nature, everything competes to grow; who gets more sunshine or rain and good vitamins and survive the insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the passion fruit, at the end, we get to taste the sweetness of the fruit. And so is life, you've got to sacrifice, work, endure, have passion and determination, persistency even; at the end of the day we reap the harvest, we still die, but what's most important, we have lived the life from the path we have chosen.&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/8203593695193738810-13768875982270215?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/13768875982270215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/13768875982270215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-like-passion-fruit.html' title='Tough like a passion fruit'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SuV_kUdbuSI/AAAAAAAADD8/ypVL7efqpWs/s72-c/P1000260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1084454885911553269</id><published>2009-10-24T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:52:48.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>People cannot argue with success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There has been an obvious absence (M.I.A) of photos in this blog, but I have words and thoughts as a consolation prize. I guess not many people read, but here's what I think in words, besides  images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a conversation where you discuss about other people? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, gossip is not a nice term, but occasionally you do talk about things like what's this person doing, how's he making a lot of money, his great and glamorous life after college. Everyone gets the same certificate, but in reality, you get judged by your ability to bring in the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the definition of success? To some, how much money is important, to some how many countries you traveled to, or maybe achieving an award or appearing in the newspaper. But you sure know from a very young age, success is important, winning is better than losing, A+ is better than C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard to measure success is subjective but every culture, every race, every nation recognize what success is and likewise. Well, you can see it from the Olympics, and Premier Leagues, who's winning, which countries with more Gold medals than the other. There's no end to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've come to terms with is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people cannot argue with success.&lt;/span&gt; It's not about others. It's not about getting a gold medal and a million dollar cheque. It's about you. Your burning desire to want the best for yourself to the point of obsession maybe, but hey, it's your life; one life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life to live. One life to make ALL the mistakes you can make and breakthrough the challenges. We have the same equal opportunity, maybe with different circumstances. Most of the successful people will tell you that they either dropped out of school, from a broken family or poverty, but if you're not all that, I guess we should all be doing better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads to a question; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why not you? Why not me?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why not me,&lt;a href="http://www.foxnomad.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/man-jumping-off-cliff-san-marcos.jpg"&gt; jumping off the cliff&lt;/a&gt; into the ocean in one of the exotic islands in Greece?&lt;br /&gt;# Why not me, having coffee at the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/85/Paris_Cafe_Dusk.jpg"&gt;sidewalks cafe&lt;/a&gt; in Paris?&lt;br /&gt;# Why not me, on a &lt;a href="http://foxtravelandtours.com/images/images/29%20Ice%20Skating%20at%20Rockefeller%20Center.jpg"&gt;winter night skating&lt;/a&gt; at the Rockfeller Center by the big Christmas Tree?&lt;br /&gt;# Why not me, shopping at &lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/galleries/050708_satc_400x300.jpg"&gt;5th Avenue&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1084454885911553269?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1084454885911553269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1084454885911553269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-cannot-argue-with-success.html' title='People cannot argue with success'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8737331441313478721</id><published>2009-10-22T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:25:10.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Pull a stunt like Kris Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find life interesting when you accomplish something and it's great when you do it without anyone suspecting anything. I pulled off a &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,520918,00.html"&gt;Kris Allen act&lt;/a&gt; a couple of times in my life, and it gives me a kick, not from the praises, but the satisfaction is unbelievably orgasmic, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about ego, it comes, it stays and people try their very best to avoid you. I'm talking about breaking through invisible walls, and knowing you can be the best that you can be; yes, &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/no-boundaries-lyrics-kris-allen.html"&gt;no boundaries&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advice to me is still ringing in my head, "Underpromise, Overdeliver". There's that, and also one of my mentors that now seems to be a whisper in my head, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bring one more"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-climb-lyrics-miley-cyrus.html"&gt;climb&lt;/a&gt;, Miley urges you to keep the faith, keep climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder and live life carelessly,  &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/n/nickelback/gotta_be_somebody.html"&gt;You gotta be somebody&lt;/a&gt;, Nickelback croons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you face challenges, Mariah tell you can make it&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Through-The-Rain-lyrics-Mariah-Carey/7CC42E4F70F9377248256C69000C672B"&gt; through the rain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you know we're all rooting for you to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like songs; you pick up the good ones to keep you going day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8737331441313478721?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8737331441313478721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8737331441313478721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/pull-stunt-like-kris-allen.html' title='Pull a stunt like Kris Allen'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8116005309459663148</id><published>2009-10-21T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:26:04.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim rohn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genius'/><title type='text'>Overcoming learning disability makes you a genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or so many has proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad told me to walk into our shoe closet to take a sniff. Apparently it has a stale scent; my senses was, "What scent?" The truth's out. From the years I have been diagnosed as lactose intolerant (don't mention the countless asthma medication I have been prescribed throughout my growing years), my smell sense doesn't work like a 20/20 vision should which has contributed to my lack of observation and organizing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is as good as telling Clinique Happy or Lancome's So Magic! is a good scent, my own fart isn't, bitter strong coffee is good aroma for the soul, and as a great dust detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally think the years of frustration, for instance, someone would ask, "What smell is that?" in which I'm thinking in my head, "What smell?" has brought me to ignorance of how beautiful is scent of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/St6154Rd94I/AAAAAAAADD0/Sgv8pKDzw04/s1600-h/scent-your-skin-bear494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/St6154Rd94I/AAAAAAAADD0/Sgv8pKDzw04/s400/scent-your-skin-bear494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394949409599256450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm able to smell when it's calm and cool; in the nature,I'm able to smell the rain, the fresh dew from the green leaves, the breeze, the scent of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess are excuses are equal. Winston Churchill suffered from stuttering, Alexander Graham Bell, Thomas Edison from Dyslexia as well as brilliant actors like Tom Cruise and Robin Williams. The late Ray Charles was blind, the great Ludwig Van Beethoven was deaf. There were no excuses for them because they conquered their disability and carved their names in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's greatest gift is to let life be; of choices that we make each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Rohn says, "Deal in realities, deal in truth. Accept life like it is. Life is unique. Some people call it tragic, but I’d like to think it’s unique".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not like be told, we like to weigh the options to see which is the best for us. Sometimes, when we face challenges, we would give up and say, "Why me?" The irony of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, your weakness might just be what you were ignoring all these years. I'm taking up a challenge to work on it; care a little bit more, do a little bit better than yesterday and do it over and over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-Reading: &lt;a href="http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/en-US/AboutUs/AboutTheBook/AboutTheBook.htm"&gt;Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8116005309459663148?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8116005309459663148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8116005309459663148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/overcoming-learning-disability-makes.html' title='Overcoming learning disability makes you a genius'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/St6154Rd94I/AAAAAAAADD0/Sgv8pKDzw04/s72-c/scent-your-skin-bear494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4888280313066343208</id><published>2009-10-15T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:31:51.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Life is like keeping a marriage alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can read minds now, thanks to Twitter and Facebook status updates. You know what are people up to just by going on the internet. The time fly by seconds, and then minutes, the next thing you know, a couple of months, a year, two years, five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's this new project I'm working on"&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful sunset in Taipei"&lt;br /&gt;"I hate Mondays"&lt;br /&gt;"I quit smoking"&lt;br /&gt;"Come to our new opening"&lt;br /&gt;"I have a gig, come join"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To think about it, there's a shortage of activities happening in real time. People stay in touch with technology. Well it does for one create topics to talk about; most of the time endless debate. "Oh no, she didn't. Did you hear about Khloe Kardashian's prenup?", "Did you listen to Leighton Meester's latest single?" and something along the lines of "How's life treating you?" and it will usually revolve around updates on relationship, hairstyle change, your job, or a new hobby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just not a box of chocolates where you do know you'll be getting a chocolate anyways. It's like keeping a marriage alive. Just that you can't possibly divorce yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're going to be the same person, same name, the fact you get extra wrinkles doesn't change who you are, but it's about knowing you can do a little bit better, living each day, getting to know other characters, moving from one chapter to another, and when you're 85, you can look back and say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What a life!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are enough testimonials and stories around to tell that we can too lead and design an extraordinary life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4888280313066343208?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4888280313066343208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4888280313066343208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-like-keeping-marriage-alive.html' title='Life is like keeping a marriage alive'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3184224876163624057</id><published>2009-10-10T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:32:23.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexis bledel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postgrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack savoretti'/><title type='text'>the story of my life, or so the rest of us will say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="334" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFR4SgfqAFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFR4SgfqAFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="334" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody say "Overpriced Education"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's not what caught my attention, read: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0n2OV6Zdso"&gt;Jack Savoretti&lt;/a&gt;. Besides that, here are some comments on the trailer which I found to be hilarious:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should tell you something: There is an increasing amount of college grads that can relate﻿ to her story to make a hit at the box office. Sad...           &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lordennis01" rel="nofollow"&gt;lordennis01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and﻿ further depress their already depressed lives and bank accounts by going to see this movie      &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ThoughtScientist" rel="nofollow"&gt;ThoughtScientist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wow that looks like﻿ my life.                &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/moondog202001" rel="nofollow"&gt;moondog202001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating from college....going through what this movie is about. Well... at﻿ least I would have time to watch this movie while I'm looking for a job after graduation           &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/quietgirl2009" rel="nofollow"&gt;quietgirl2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate for the recent or soon-to-be college grads who will find it difficult to find a job in this kind﻿ of economy/job market.           &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/pinkie2893" rel="nofollow"&gt;pinkie2893&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree. This movie reminds me of Pirates of the﻿ caribean. The part where Leonidas tells efialtes that the black pearl was his, and the titanic came up from underneath them with the ghost crew. This is going to be awesome!!!!           &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/krackmonky" rel="nofollow"&gt;krackmonky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea we obviously didn't see the same trailer.Unless....one﻿ of us was on acid..... 0.O                &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SgtHawkinspxs" rel="nofollow"&gt;SgtHawkinspxs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great!!! My wife is probably  gonna make me﻿ watch this with her.                 &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SgtHawkinspxs" rel="nofollow"&gt;SgtHawkinspxs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i entire system of education is a joke, if you do attend grad school...that makes about 17﻿ years of school that you have to work you ass off on so that when your done you wont be find a job, becasue you dont have any experience..its a joke if you ask me.           &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/visme321" rel="nofollow"&gt;visme321&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life grand when they make everything looks so great in a movie regardless if it's a depressing story, the makeup would be perfect, the air just feels magical, and somewhere towards the end, the lead actors get what they want anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd reckon the movie should start with a catchy tagline like, "The Story of My Life" and show  a million people around the world because that's just what's it all about. Who would make a movie that you cannot relate to, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there are enough stories and testimonials to proof that you can lead and design your own extraordinary life. Maybe you don't get a knight in shining amour but who can tell you it's impossible?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="watch-comment-time"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3184224876163624057?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3184224876163624057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3184224876163624057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-my-life-or-so-rest-of-us-will.html' title='the story of my life, or so the rest of us will say'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2497622798439503068</id><published>2009-10-02T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:37:11.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum and i'/><title type='text'>may this moment last forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SsYOzUt4tRI/AAAAAAAADDU/V6IPLvvT6bE/s1600-h/_MG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SsYOzUt4tRI/AAAAAAAADDU/V6IPLvvT6bE/s400/_MG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388010279092663570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one for the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2497622798439503068?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2497622798439503068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2497622798439503068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-this-moment-last-forever.html' title='may this moment last forever'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SsYOzUt4tRI/AAAAAAAADDU/V6IPLvvT6bE/s72-c/_MG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4535237400049916508</id><published>2009-10-01T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:03:18.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Wedding Jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not mine, fortunately. But for us singles, it's never easy because it will always be "When's yours?". And it doesn't matter whether you're 20 or 30 because it's "always" the right thing to ask at a wedding. Apparently, "I'm only 21 years old" doesn't seem to be a good excuse. "So what?" an uncle retorted. Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SsRwNHS74FI/AAAAAAAADC8/9fugEuZsyIQ/s1600-h/deep_purple_distressed_bride_09_tshirt-p235554494372315734qn6k_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SsRwNHS74FI/AAAAAAAADC8/9fugEuZsyIQ/s400/deep_purple_distressed_bride_09_tshirt-p235554494372315734qn6k_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387554424841035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good month, September, Hello October. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4535237400049916508?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4535237400049916508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4535237400049916508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-jitters.html' title='Wedding Jitters'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SsRwNHS74FI/AAAAAAAADC8/9fugEuZsyIQ/s72-c/deep_purple_distressed_bride_09_tshirt-p235554494372315734qn6k_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-965594024806404306</id><published>2009-09-09T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:16:58.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>they tell you to travel light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqaKNL9wIeI/AAAAAAAADCk/3C4dWg3fies/s1600-h/baggage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqaKNL9wIeI/AAAAAAAADCk/3C4dWg3fies/s400/baggage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138764095365602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you know it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always have this problem with bringing really small, just-fit luggage bag when I travel with the idea of not buying anything so it would be just nice, after all it's only two nights or a week max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you find yourself at the end of your trip, you struggle to zip up because suddenly you end up with new stuff and old stuff that you probably didn't use. You flew it all the way there to contemplate whether to leave that so you can fit in your new purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I experience it every single time. Yes, I have been traveling since I was 11, and 10 years later I'm still very much a poor planner. I'm one of those people that suck at rolling clothes to save space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One a.m. Suitcase is still empty. Clothes still hanging wet outside (apparently moonlight works too. not. lol)  Tomorrow starts early, appointments to go to, items to collect, stuff to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Excited about Taiwan! This is the land of F4/LeeHom/JayChou/FunnyGameShows! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-965594024806404306?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/965594024806404306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/965594024806404306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-tell-you-travel-light.html' title='they tell you to travel light'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqaKNL9wIeI/AAAAAAAADCk/3C4dWg3fies/s72-c/baggage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3289699315690689152</id><published>2009-09-08T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:34:33.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>same thing, but different meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyD-itIRI/AAAAAAAADCM/h3M-fu5Kij8/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyD-itIRI/AAAAAAAADCM/h3M-fu5Kij8/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379041848850194706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyENcC45I/AAAAAAAADCU/LK9es04aJ6o/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyENcC45I/AAAAAAAADCU/LK9es04aJ6o/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379041852848792466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyErhdFNI/AAAAAAAADCc/C-4dtGKBwM0/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyErhdFNI/AAAAAAAADCc/C-4dtGKBwM0/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379041860924544210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3289699315690689152?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3289699315690689152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3289699315690689152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/same-thing-but-different-meaning.html' title='same thing, but different meaning'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SqYyD-itIRI/AAAAAAAADCM/h3M-fu5Kij8/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-9220120394511360983</id><published>2009-08-26T10:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:15:17.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim rohn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Keep friendships like you keep long hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SpSocNhG-mI/AAAAAAAADCE/kIJvsJ2sVPA/s1600-h/PIC_02451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SpSocNhG-mI/AAAAAAAADCE/kIJvsJ2sVPA/s400/PIC_02451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374105457978178146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SpSobGlTf1I/AAAAAAAADB0/XhJ85n7-LaU/s1600-h/08032009285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SpSobGlTf1I/AAAAAAAADB0/XhJ85n7-LaU/s400/08032009285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374105438936858450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has nothing to do with Jennifer Aniston and&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=jennifer+anniston+hair&amp;amp;sourceid=navclient-ff&amp;amp;rlz=1B2DVFC_enMY208MY211&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;ei=s6mUSonPJ5H6kAWOiumMBQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result_group&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1"&gt; her hair&lt;/a&gt;. But today felt like Friends on the last few episode of the last season. What a journey it has been for me this year, my best ever yet, and I hope to say that for every single year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendships are like your hair, if you let it grow, it gets longer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sit at my [messy] cubicle, reminiscing over the past 10 months I have been here. And it's coming to an end in two days. To think that a couple months back, I was in state of &lt;a href="http://sanityfound.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/image53.png"&gt;emotional turmoil&lt;/a&gt;; it feels in a situation where you struggle to finish the last few bites of your food to avoid being accused of having an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That which  does not kill you, only makes you stronger&lt;/span&gt;. -Nietzsche-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past ten months, I have learned more than I what I've learned in theory. The characters that I meet, the frustration of dealing with people, and never fails to remind me to work harder on myself, in terms of attitude and mindset no matter how big your dream is; whether it is to change the world or change the person next to you, you have to start with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adventure is out there! -UP-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us is like Mr. Fredricksen, we often look for perfection in timing. We are always in fear that our lives will never start; and as time passes by, we get old and die. Funny how we never appreciate what life has to offer us at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask someone who failed their test by one mark, the joy of passing the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask someone who missed their flight by one minute, when they're on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may fail today, we may struggle, we may face the biggest challenge, we may be waiting and wondering when life starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one message I really like from "P.S I love You", "Honey, life has already started. We make mistakes, and you're in the wrong species if you think you can do without it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TjXy2pJXJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TjXy2pJXJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's how you can minimize the wrong things, and do more of the right things. :)&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/8203593695193738810-9220120394511360983?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/9220120394511360983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/9220120394511360983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-friendships-like-you-keep-long.html' title='Keep friendships like you keep long hair'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SpSocNhG-mI/AAAAAAAADCE/kIJvsJ2sVPA/s72-c/PIC_02451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6753037416233893968</id><published>2009-08-21T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:20:55.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>champions are not made in gyms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8c0hhRCdzkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8c0hhRCdzkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1 It's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;#2 This is my &lt;a href="http://community.nytimes.com/comments/www.nytimes.com/2009/08/20/health/20doctors.html"&gt;true calling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm starting &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/cda/smartcoach/beginner/0,7146,s6-238-277-278-0,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in September.&lt;br /&gt;#4 I'm thinking of getting another new pair of Nike's (maybe &lt;a href="http://nikerunning.nike.com/nikeplus/?locale=en_my"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;#5 Next purchase: Canon Powershot G10.&lt;br /&gt;#6 Off to Singapore and Taiwan, next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;#7 This has been an exciting year- looking forward to 2010.&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/8203593695193738810-6753037416233893968?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6753037416233893968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6753037416233893968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/champions-are-not-made-in-gyms.html' title='champions are not made in gyms'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3265420108334624224</id><published>2009-08-18T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:22:07.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Are you a Giver or a Taker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/woOu_4l3lio&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/woOu_4l3lio&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a fair share of people who I came across and have told me that I'm going the wrong direction. A doubt? Or just maybe it's the experience that they have gone through. I happened to have one of those conversation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back when I was making a decision to go to college (deciding what to do in life), my dad hooked me up with a college principle who offered to be a career or study counselor. There was no preparation at all; I wasn't going for a job interview, I was going for a "life" interview and at that time from knowing what I wanted to do, I didn't know what to do (if that made any sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I didn't do very well. He told me straight (not in exact words but you get the drift), "You don't have a plan, you don't know what to do in life, based on our interview, you have no dreams". Friends who are reading this would shake their head in disbelief. This friend that they have known through school, through college cannot possibly be the same person who went for the interview, because I've always "knew" what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I was boiling inside like a volcano which is about to erupt; probably it's the ego, but today, I thank him (in a way) for what I have become today, for the choices I made to stand where I am today. I didn't prove him wrong, I just proved myself that I am capable of growing and live to my fullest potential throughout my college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the verge of my two weeks notice, I had a long talk with my boss. After a series of "Kiyosaki-Trump-Napolean Hill-Ziglar" years of experience cramped into one, I was again challenged once more that I'm heading the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I could wish to say I'm right and he's wrong would be unfair as he has experienced and seen more of the real world. Although I'm not saying anyone that has seen more of the world would be right all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember taking tests that is so easy for fifth graders and seems so complicated for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a freshie, you won't be able to win a lot of debates against experienced been there-done that seniors. We may be a 5th grader, but we may know the simple answer to complicated questions if compared to someone who's trying to solve an minor problem with a complicated answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 60 minutes talk, I would like to extract one statement which probably my guide when I leave my comfortable chair and cubicle in less than two weeks time. This question or statement would be one of the reason why he is in his position today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question would be, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Are you a giver or a taker?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think in terms of "What do I get from giving?", consider this instead, "What can I offer?" This applies to everything in  life- work, relationships, spiritual. Something for you to ponder on. I already have my answer to that, and I will continuously use that for my decision making in life. So should you.&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/8203593695193738810-3265420108334624224?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3265420108334624224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3265420108334624224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-giver-or-taker.html' title='Are you a Giver or a Taker?'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1380053671497937861</id><published>2009-08-06T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:43:12.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><title type='text'>Death never fails to remind me the impermanence of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SnqiPsq6i7I/AAAAAAAADBk/zV3zcToXqmA/s1600-h/PIC_02317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SnqiPsq6i7I/AAAAAAAADBk/zV3zcToXqmA/s400/PIC_02317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366780296538262450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Death is an end experience to one, a first for most&lt;br /&gt;First for some to feel a sense of loss of a loved one&lt;br /&gt;First for some to wake up without the warmth on the left side of the bed after 30 years&lt;br /&gt;First for some to be angry because it felt like a repossession of something that they had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we complain life's a drag&lt;br /&gt;Death snatches it like a quick exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to not enjoy, they will tell you&lt;br /&gt;Life will be short if you enjoy too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, life can be longer if you enjoy bit by bit everyday?At least you're able to control that part of your life. Being responsible of your own self, if the day comes for you to go on, then so be it. Don't take life's duration as an excuse for you to be a drunk, for you to smoke 10 packs a day, for you to womanize, for you to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a young man who never used that as an excuse. My ex-classmate who battled cancer since he was 11; I never hear him grunt. His illness did not stop his creativity of his mind. He possessed the mental power that many might not have. He succumbed to death, only physically, but never his will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SnqiQCH3MaI/AAAAAAAADBs/b8AW2tiPac8/s1600-h/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SnqiQCH3MaI/AAAAAAAADBs/b8AW2tiPac8/s400/Sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366780302296822178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sun will set, and it will rise again,&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a lesson for the living who must move on,&lt;br /&gt;Take this responsibility for your own life,&lt;br /&gt;Never settle anything less than what you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every breathing moment, and that's what life is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8203593695193738810-1380053671497937861?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1380053671497937861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1380053671497937861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-never-fails-to-remind-me.html' title='Death never fails to remind me the impermanence of life'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SnqiPsq6i7I/AAAAAAAADBk/zV3zcToXqmA/s72-c/PIC_02317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1637171813026873522</id><published>2009-08-04T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:56:20.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todd kuffner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>I'm an idiot in matters of affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twitter is great because it always feel like you're standing on top of a hill, you shout whatever you want to, but usually it's soundproof-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2rNudUBPII&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Kuffner,&lt;/a&gt; another mega talented bloody brilliant musician Youtuber, yet undiscovered, untouched, raw acoustics, dual brain- the logic and the writer, and I get to claim that I've "discovered" him first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9_rRFXfF24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9_rRFXfF24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but don't you feel "common" when you listen to a new song and you like it, and then, it gets overplayed on the radio, when they come out with a cd, it heavily produced with another 5 instruments, and suddenly the special song that meant a lot to you loses its feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always this case, we want something that belongs to us to be special, unique and one of a kind. I love the idea and all, but I believe the uniqueness ends at our fingerprint and DNA. I know this is hard to accept, but I don't think we're that unique. I think when you decide you're "different", you're accepting the fact that you're you, no matter how hard you try or how much effort you put in, you will remain as you are. It's like giving into fate or destiny, that's how we are, we shouldn't change anything about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay stagnant. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you see the irony of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying get a knee extension if you're four feet and aspire to be supermodel, or change your personality so that someone you're trying to impress will like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying, to get an A, you have to do what you have to do, study if you must, put in extra effort in your presentation, push yourself to do the things you wouldn't normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be uncomfortable, the economy won't stay that way, if you don't have money, change, go learn some new skill to earn extra income, say YES to opportunities. You know being obese is unhealthy, don't tell me you're different, go take some nutrition class if you have to, go walk a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what makes successful people different from the common people is the effort and the belief. They didn't have it any better; they were not on Forbes list the day they was born. They weren't household names the minute they graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success is limited by your imagination and hardwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be what is called happy, one should have something to live on, something to live for, something to die for. The lack of one of these, results in drama, the lack of two results in tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are flaws in our education system, in fact, flaws everywhere we look, the government, the society, the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From how we were brought up to think, we strive for perfection, we airbrush fine lines and pores cover girls and trick every human being into believing that it's possible to look like that. Cosmetics and creams that promises that results, money spent on the quest for perfection. And media spends time talking about who's put on weight, and who has had botox last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get good grades, get into an Ivy League, get a good job, have the perfect family, retire and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any guarantee at all that you will become the most successful person if you go through that path? Or the happiest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when you stop striving for perfection, you start to live your life. I'm not saying don't strive for what you deserve. If it's a dream to travel the world, go for it, by all means. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We deserve the best things in life, only if you continue to ask yourself: What's next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mountain climber who has conquered Mount Everest, I'm pretty sure that he has upgraded himself slowly by going for various mountain expeditions and have succeeded before he went for Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have passed a driving test before learning how to drive?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have understood grief if you haven't lost a loved one?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have done 100 push ups if you can't even manage 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strive for what life can give you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strive for what it's worth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strive for the destination, as the journey will be unfold its magical moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1637171813026873522?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1637171813026873522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1637171813026873522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-idiot-in-matters-of-affection.html' title='I&apos;m an idiot in matters of affection'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-539996832580125600</id><published>2009-07-29T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:12:46.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TED'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alain de button'/><title type='text'>a man after my own heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="510" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtSE4rglxbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtSE4rglxbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="510" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alain de Botton on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ted.com"&gt;TED.com&lt;/a&gt; about our ideas of success and failures. Also, he is helping to run &lt;a href="http://www.theschooloflife.com/"&gt;The School of Life&lt;/a&gt;, at Central London which I read a couple of months back on &lt;a href="http://globespotters.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/28/classes-in-the-school-of-life/"&gt;NYtimes.com&lt;/a&gt;. Coincidentally, to add to the awesome-ness, we share &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_de_Botton"&gt;Dec 20&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This TED talk will tell you why we dread of attending high school reunions, and the difference between unfortunate and loser; of success and failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put it very nicely, and I quote,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Let's make sure our idea of success are truly our own" &lt;/span&gt;Unquote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-539996832580125600?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/539996832580125600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/539996832580125600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-after-my-own-heart.html' title='a man after my own heart'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8382375374738298614</id><published>2009-07-27T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:13:09.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck plahniuk'/><title type='text'>Chuck Palahniuk rocks Monday blues away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sm18xXQ5E0I/AAAAAAAADBA/4uSARSvz3Fc/s1600-h/chuck-palahniuk-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sm18xXQ5E0I/AAAAAAAADBA/4uSARSvz3Fc/s400/chuck-palahniuk-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079918768427842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us need a Chuck Palahniuk (Paula-Nik), at least I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8382375374738298614?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8382375374738298614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8382375374738298614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/chuck-palahniuk-rocks-monday-blues-away.html' title='Chuck Palahniuk rocks Monday blues away'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sm18xXQ5E0I/AAAAAAAADBA/4uSARSvz3Fc/s72-c/chuck-palahniuk-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-903719079049832132</id><published>2009-07-24T11:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:37:16.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic'/><title type='text'>Uh-oh, then you graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SmkyDjyPtqI/AAAAAAAADA4/rNzjOJXL9XI/s1600-h/it+never+ends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SmkyDjyPtqI/AAAAAAAADA4/rNzjOJXL9XI/s400/it+never+ends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361871868088268450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_QTUWHN6mE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_QTUWHN6mE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends By Bowling for Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights of the song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Damn World is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed and (who's having sex)&lt;br /&gt;Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)&lt;br /&gt;Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And I still have the same 3 friends&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty much - the same as - I was back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's always fun reminiscing because you don't have to go through it again. It's like how Godfather 2 or 3 will never be as good as the original Godfather 1. Fun while it lasted, while you go for second helping, you're too full anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, looking back at the decision I made 2 1/2 years, I have more, "I shouldn't have done that" more than "I should have" (s), which I'm truly glad of. The pain of regrets is worst than anything. If I haven't dyed my hair blonde (ugly, and still not proud of it), I wouldn't know what's a bad hair color for me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the point. What I'm saying is that if you have not jump into the cool water of opportunities (okay, I totally fail at that), you wouldn't know whether it is for you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, I don't think there's a path set for you, you make choices, and you decide whether something is for you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You play by the rules of the game, you know them well enough to break em,  and make it your own along the way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post will end abruptly. like now. it's friday, relax, have a great weekend! ;)&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/8203593695193738810-903719079049832132?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/903719079049832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/903719079049832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/uh-oh-then-you-graduate.html' title='Uh-oh, then you graduate'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SmkyDjyPtqI/AAAAAAAADA4/rNzjOJXL9XI/s72-c/it+never+ends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4748354249492949252</id><published>2009-07-22T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:25:27.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wongfu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Somebody says that I should be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All these feelings and emotions that comes flooding in makes you want to blog or twitter about it and it goes something along those lines, "Is it just me or..." and you will find one million other people feeling the same way too. Is it just me, or does that make you feel you're not alone, or more like, "I'm not really that unique after all?" *cue to laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree that we are all striving to be original, to do something different, and stand out of the crowd; everything has been that way from college essays to why your potential employer should hire you to also why you think you deserve to be financially free? To be No. 1 in class, instead of No.4, because they will award those Top 3 anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world which is not a competition, one way or another. And that's the irony of it. To stand out or to be the best so that we can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be different&lt;/span&gt;, or are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to fit in, but we want to stand out. We don't want to be stereotyped, but we want to fit in the category of what the world thinks is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's things that you can't solve like whether the chicken or the egg comes first, or like whether you go pro-choice or anti on abortion. Great for debates, but nothing will ever come out from it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, let's move on and do some pimping, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brSo-F-QLzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brSo-F-QLzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One Days:HK- See Through from the Wongfu boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a guy on a trip with his brother in Hong Kong, who cannot overcome his breakup with his girlfriend 6 months ago. He meets a girl who is also breaking up with the boyfriend; and he sees her point of view as though from his ex girlfriend's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfKe2JxGoQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfKe2JxGoQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months by Hey Monday. It would be a perfect soundtrack for the above short.&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/8203593695193738810-4748354249492949252?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4748354249492949252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4748354249492949252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-says-that-i-should-be-afraid.html' title='Somebody says that I should be afraid'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5414378524713471541</id><published>2009-07-20T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:19:19.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>You think this song is about you, don't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We often discuss, debate, complain, having opinions about what's happening in the world. The war, the murders, global warming, this and that, even the noise your neighbors make, or how irritating a person can be. Don't worry, this is not about them, or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you heard it right. Me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 6 months has been a great ride for me. Excitement, frustration, challenges, fun, all in one. And when we often face all those that I mentioned above, you would tend to go, "Why does it happen to me?" "Why me?" Like it's not happening to anyone else but yourself. The problem is everyone thinks that way, so, it is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, all these "external" things happening to ourselves, and most of the time, the only thing we can do is blame. "It's you, not me" although the words come out differently. It's always how you make me feel, how the world is changing that is affecting me, how people treat you affects your mood, how you're putting on weight and you're blaming McDonald's, the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I think I'm going take today, to do what I'm supposed to do. If I needed to lose that few pounds, I'm going exercise 30 minutes, three times a day. If I'm going to make a lot of money, I need to do something that's going to work for me, if 3 liters is what I need, I'm going to drink 3 liters of water, if I need to read one more book, listen to one more audio, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm tired of complaining. We're often tired from hearing complaints, but don't you think, the real fatigue comes from our own? I believe our mind can only do one thing, find a solution, or make excuses. So, which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your center, know yourself, find your direction, decide on one, and move towards it. No point doing the same thing over again, and expect different results. Hell with pride, to hell with "I know this is my "destiny" but I'm silently suffering. Nothing is worth it if it's taking a toll on ourselves. If you want  a better tomorrow, then do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not whether if I should, or I could, it's I will, and I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a bigger hypocrite than "sacrifice" oneself before saving yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5414378524713471541?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5414378524713471541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5414378524713471541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-think-this-song-is-about-you-dont.html' title='You think this song is about you, don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6670858512737098587</id><published>2009-07-17T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:53:05.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health is wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My opinion'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sl_6i_rCHkI/AAAAAAAADAk/WVMhk5_PaQk/s1600-h/10aging_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sl_6i_rCHkI/AAAAAAAADAk/WVMhk5_PaQk/s320/10aging_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359277560708603458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic credit: Jeff Miller/University of Wisconsin-Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto, 27 (left)- on a restricted diet,  Owen, 29 (right), eats whatever he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Roger Cohen written this article about &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/16/opinion/16iht-edcohen.html?em"&gt;"The Meaning of Life"&lt;/a&gt; on NYTimes based on the two monkeys (pic) Canto, and Owen, which is part of a study of the links between diet and aging. This study is being held at the University of Wisconsin, where Canto, the monkey gets a restricted diet with 30 percent fewer calories compared to his fat "I-can-eat-whatever-I-like" friend, Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary conclusions published in the Science, two decades after the experiment began, "demonstrates that calorie restriction slows aging process in primate species." While 13 percent of the dieting group has died in ways judged due to old age, 37 percent of the feasting monkeyts are already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen's case in point is not to defy the study- but more on the monkeys' feelings. Low Cal- Canto seems to be depressed, while High Cal- Owen seemed more radiant and happy being fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sl_6i_rCHkI/AAAAAAAADAk/WVMhk5_PaQk/s1600-h/10aging_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sl_6i_rCHkI/AAAAAAAADAk/WVMhk5_PaQk/s320/10aging_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359277560708603458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a funny way, I think Canto is thinking, "Oh great, I have been dieting my WHOLE life and this picture comes along and spoil everything by putting 10 pounds on me. In other hand, Owen looks like one the Balinese Temple Monkeys (still in better shape than them), 29 years old looking like a hollywood plastic surgery gone wrong. Note that Canto is actually better groomed than shabby looking Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the study, I still don't think we can use the study above to compare with people. We, unlike, Owen (although some of us doesn't look to far apart from that), have choices to eat, and you're saying he eats whatever he likes (it doesn't make any sense) .Owen is afterall, still in a cage, and if he hasn't been exposed to Burger King or McD's commercials, would he choose to have that? And I supposed shabby looking does not equal happy looking. I reckon that Canto is so much better looking (being biased this way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing about gain without pain, by looking for an alternative way to "help" (spoil) people to gain (life expectancy) without pain(of dieting). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utter Crap&lt;/span&gt; (with a capital C).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen seems to take Owen's side. To him, "Living up to 120 years old holds zero appeal to him", which looks like he's saying that people who live up to 120 years old must be boring and always in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I beg to differ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a particular comment for this post that I'll like to highlight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.nytimes.com/comments/www.nytimes.com/2009/07/16/opinion/16iht-edcohen.html?permid=13#comment13"&gt;Comment #13&lt;/a&gt; by StThomas1957, in which he said, and I quote, "Roger Cohen seems to have missed one thing in his analysis: free will. I suspect that the caged Canto's real misery lies not so much in the abstimeous lifestyle he is forced to endure, but in the fact that it is not his choice to make in the first place." Unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him; if say, a person who chose to go on a healthy diet and lives up to 120 years old, I reckon he or she would be more happy and contented, rather than those who are forced to go on a diet when their doctor decided they need to do something like lose weight for instance. And I don't want go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are what you eat;  you are what you choose. Life is defined by choices; there's no "Jai Ho" moments when it comes to what you'll become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen conveniently quoted "Life must be lived forward, but only can be understood backwards". Well, the truth is, when you're 65 and hopefully no pain-yet the last thing you want to look back is the counting of how much of McD double cheese burgers you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SmAe7MEbfvI/AAAAAAAADAs/UZMrOurMEOM/s1600-h/cheese-burgers-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SmAe7MEbfvI/AAAAAAAADAs/UZMrOurMEOM/s400/cheese-burgers-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359317558771810034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a chance, but not on your life, at least not on the expense of your life (health) and the things you want to realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8203593695193738810-6670858512737098587?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6670858512737098587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6670858512737098587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaning-of-life.html' title='The Meaning of Life'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sl_6i_rCHkI/AAAAAAAADAk/WVMhk5_PaQk/s72-c/10aging_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7116983644341274287</id><published>2009-07-15T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:32:58.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Even I know that</title><content type='html'>Got inspired by this &lt;a href="http://monoloqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-remind-myself-of-things.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's never fun if you're at the losing side of the table (not for long!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Soy nuts. Salty.&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss my choco protein bars. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herbalicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Liquid lunch&lt;br /&gt;5. Can't wait for dinner. What should I have? Can't wait to see &lt;a href="http://www.combustingchicken.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://woofworks.livejournal.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;6. Good prep for dinner- 100 boxes done, 100 more to go. Hard labor, tau?&lt;br /&gt;7. Best part, no sweat! ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Oo. I'm wearing my skinny today.&lt;br /&gt;9. Asked my dad how I looked; well, wrong person to ask&lt;br /&gt;10. OMG. David Choi covered Zee Avi's Bitterheart! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuHAPpOliMg"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kingsthings"&gt;Larry King&lt;/a&gt; asked: &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Why are objects in the rear view mirror closer than they appear?&lt;br /&gt;12. Spam. more spam. I wonder why I keep the old email add.&lt;br /&gt;13. Em Watson looks&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/2-hot-2-handle/3057?nc"&gt; super lady-i-like&lt;/a&gt; in a tiered nude organza dress.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have two hot dresses in which I needed to find two occasions to wear em.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm not regretting it, but I really don't see the point &lt;a href="http://sabbah.biz/mt/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/the_pathetic_end_to_bush_era_2_by_latuff2.jpg"&gt;now&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;16. Commercial break: Peach tea!&lt;br /&gt;17. Self-censorship is too much.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hwa Tai Crackers&lt;br /&gt;19. Zac Efron- Ashton in the making. You can't deny the chemistry in 17 again, hello?&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm still 20! I hope I'll do something amazing by the time I turn twentyone.&lt;br /&gt;21.  H&amp;amp;G. Hi and Goodbye. I know, C&amp;amp;C. Corny and Cheesy. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7116983644341274287?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7116983644341274287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7116983644341274287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-i-know-that.html' title='Even I know that'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1857422517105477501</id><published>2009-07-14T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:28:25.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>It's easy to pick when one laughs like a Hyena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and the other one looks like &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/actresses_on_screen/pictures/sleepless_in_seattle_tv_picture_030.jpg"&gt;Meg Ryan&lt;/a&gt; sans botox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/healing/1/0/f/N/gtotem_hyena.jpg"&gt;Hyena&lt;/a&gt; Vs. &lt;a href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/257/2570811/17_2009/image_2.jpg"&gt;Meg Ryan&lt;/a&gt;. Easy pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with romantic comedies or any movies with lead roles as the main theme, is that they make it Love for Dummies series. They go to the extreme to make sure, we, the audience don't get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, who are you going choose? "You complete me" Vs. "It's my grandmother's, I sized them down, she had fat fingers". Less is more. Stick to three words, and you'll never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, I love you;  you eliminate room for misinterpretation. But women will always be blamed for thinking too much about the things men say such as, "It's not you, it's me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly by now, women are already known to have the ability to multitask, which also leads to "What do you mean by that exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you already read all this and nod your head, well, you know you want to agree that we just want to fall in love like the movies. If only we have obvious choice. Then again, we all don't live in the "perfect" movie world, even if we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1857422517105477501?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1857422517105477501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1857422517105477501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-easy-to-pick-when-one-laughs-like.html' title='It&apos;s easy to pick when one laughs like a Hyena...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5375281549884604115</id><published>2009-07-10T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:59:45.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wongfu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding proposals'/><title type='text'>let's join in this ecstasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fblog.wongfuproductions.com%2F%3Fp%3D1963&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Happy Proposal&lt;/a&gt;. Fake or real?  I voted fake, but towards the end I voted real because life's too short for cynicism and skepticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5375281549884604115?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5375281549884604115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5375281549884604115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-join-in-this-ecstasy.html' title='let&apos;s join in this ecstasy'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-467066959388639448</id><published>2009-07-09T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:55:13.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>this place could be much brighter than tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_QmDb5I/AAAAAAAADAU/RizVkDic2xU/s1600-h/young_michael_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_QmDb5I/AAAAAAAADAU/RizVkDic2xU/s400/young_michael_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271981497118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, it takes something huge to make us start reflecting on our current self or situation; it took a passing of a legend this time around; not only an icon, but a human being, a man, no less. In the words of Maya Angelou, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had him"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not be God, but he has lived his life on stage, scrutinized of every act on stage and off stage. He was God-like, people worshiped him but didn't spare him off the stage. Even until the very end, he had a mega solemn stage exit; life is indeed a brief's candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The testimonials, eulogies by his closest friends and family during his memorial struck me; could it be that this man lived a life of a friend, a son, a brother, a father? He was invincible, he was incomparable, he was anything but human-like in terms of his capabilities, but we do forget that he's fragile too, he has a heart and he is all human, but with a heart bursting with love and generosity; to share his talent to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_qKbvaI/AAAAAAAADAc/hdR8qGCUyr0/s1600-h/_41314810_mj_bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_qKbvaI/AAAAAAAADAc/hdR8qGCUyr0/s400/_41314810_mj_bad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271988360592802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The world, the media was not able to take him as it is; he was powerful, he was in every household, he was something to everyone; his beat, infamous moonwalk, his high pitch voice, his persona, his soft spoken personality. In one way or another, we take it all in, we spit him out; taking for granted of God's gift, or messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a messenger of peace, he was true love preacher; but always misunderstood for having personal hidden intentions. We are human, so is he. One man for the world, but it's not easy having the world against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Smile, as though your heart is aching", &lt;/span&gt;this particular line from his favorite song by Charlie Chaplin is telling us his life on stage. Hurtful words, critics may have crush his fragile and innocent heart, but he is always smiling. And even that, people can still find fault in his smiling. The world is judgmental; we conform to the norms of society and we seek approval; he is one of the few that tried to make a change. &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived his life like a prophet. I'm not saying he deserved to worshipped; but what I'm saying that this man, this unbelievable man; stripped of his talents, of his name, of his background, deserves our [final] respect. He who has sacrificed himself, and poured so much love and kindness for the world, deserves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world should celebrate his life; and life goes on after this. Take this as a great lesson; take this as a story shared throughout our generation and our children' generation. For a man who has raised the bars, and broke the bars; and knowing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We had him"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-467066959388639448?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/467066959388639448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/467066959388639448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-place-could-be-much-brighter-than.html' title='this place could be much brighter than tomorrow'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_QmDb5I/AAAAAAAADAU/RizVkDic2xU/s72-c/young_michael_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6738207170122333971</id><published>2009-07-06T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:13:57.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after college'/><title type='text'>you ain't seen anything yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlIFo-heqZI/AAAAAAAADAM/dSP1e_C6Kls/s1600-h/_MG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlIFo-heqZI/AAAAAAAADAM/dSP1e_C6Kls/s320/_MG_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355349108433267090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real stage isn't here. but it did paved a way- through the ups and downs, friendships, politics; the learning curve is unbelievable, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm up session is completed, now let's take on the real thing, and I shall take my place on the real stage; that I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6738207170122333971?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6738207170122333971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6738207170122333971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-aint-seen-anything-yet.html' title='you ain&apos;t seen anything yet'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlIFo-heqZI/AAAAAAAADAM/dSP1e_C6Kls/s72-c/_MG_0548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8235827941946875755</id><published>2009-07-03T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:13:54.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after college'/><title type='text'>Our 20 years of education leads to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sk3UyJbWTOI/AAAAAAAAC_s/l0-bMApE8H0/s1600-h/wells.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sk3UyJbWTOI/AAAAAAAAC_s/l0-bMApE8H0/s400/wells.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354169490002562274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sit back and think, we studied for 20 years or more to wear a gown, to call yourself a graduate, to say I'm officially an adult, to cry out loud, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why did I ever wished to grow up so fast?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how the elders feel about nearing the end, fresh grads fear the real world. We grew up to aim for the moon and to ignore the stars, A+ if you can, C, you're no good. The more subjects you take for your SPM, the better chances of getting more As; the list never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a little feverish now that it has finally hit me, that I'll be officially a diploma graduate tomorrow[ ignoring the fact I have already been working for half a year, or we'll be the super seniors among the graduating lots] There are a few congratulatory messages, and yetI didn't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some won't be attending the convocation. Some will. This seems like a 10th year reunion for our batch... Probably no kids, more like telling how amazing your current job is, or how much weight you lost or gained, or your new image, or the places you've traveled over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the feeling is all jumbled up, like salad, now I'm not sure whether to go with mayo, italian or thousand, maybe a little bit of olive oil, less calories that way, ;) I think you only go through this when you're waiting for your exam results, your reunion, convocation, marriage, preggus test, well let's not go too far in the future; but it's moments like these that make you go all jittery, speechless, and seriously there are no words for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it was a pie&lt;/span&gt;, then it would be real messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it was a scene in a movie&lt;/span&gt;, it would be the final battle in LOTR 3. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it was a moment, &lt;/span&gt;this would really come close to giving birth, the part where you breath in and out, and regret and then you cry, "My beautiful baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just hope I don't "deliver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8235827941946875755?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8235827941946875755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8235827941946875755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-20-years-of-education-mark.html' title='Our 20 years of education leads to...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sk3UyJbWTOI/AAAAAAAAC_s/l0-bMApE8H0/s72-c/wells.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-930266481365768976</id><published>2009-06-26T09:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:50:09.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farrah Fawcett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQpKQ2aztI/AAAAAAAAC-I/vsfi6N9nkSg/s1600-h/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQpKQ2aztI/AAAAAAAAC-I/vsfi6N9nkSg/s320/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351447513521639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQk5tF7ilI/AAAAAAAAC-A/AhO_00bmVSY/s1600-h/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dance; I would ride more merry-go-rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would pick more daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Stair, 85 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.great-inspirational-quotes.com/i-would-pick-more-daisies.html"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; for story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8203593695193738810-930266481365768976?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/930266481365768976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/930266481365768976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-can-only-be-understood-backwards.html' title='Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQpKQ2aztI/AAAAAAAAC-I/vsfi6N9nkSg/s72-c/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3417088819452356811</id><published>2009-06-24T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:19:55.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocky balboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good line'/><title type='text'>Best Line from Rocky Balboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uASVzkrEKgs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uASVzkrEKgs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid's gonna be the best kid in the world. &lt;/span&gt;This kid's gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew." And you grew up good and wonderful. It was great just watching you, every day was like a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world, and you did. But somewhere along the line, you changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You stopped being you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things got hard, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you started looking for something to blame&lt;/span&gt;, like a big shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me tell you something you already know&lt;/span&gt;. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very mean and nasty place and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it&lt;/span&gt;. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward.&lt;/span&gt; How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! &lt;/span&gt;Cowards do that and that ain't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0479143/quotes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3417088819452356811?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3417088819452356811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3417088819452356811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-line-from-rocky-balboa.html' title='Best Line from Rocky Balboa'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7812519802217125313</id><published>2009-06-23T16:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:16:02.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jang nara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean drama'/><title type='text'>I love reading horoscopes</title><content type='html'>Well, it's never entirely true or false, it sits on the fence; trying to warn you and it makes you feel good about yourself. Like a fairytale; except they left out the word: reality harshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like fairytale (Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Rapunzel all mashed up into one) You will have more than one encounter of the fire dragon, evil stepmother, poisonous apples and definitely more than one Prince Charming trying to sweep you off your feet, you either fall into his arms, or fall flat on the floor; in great hope that you don't get a concussion.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm back from the Land of Morning Calm- no, I did not come in contact with the H1NI, and no, I'm still in one piece (last time I checked, no nuclear radiation as yet). Morning Calm, named after the Chosun dynasty (the last ruling dynasty). If you say Chosun (in canto), it means Good Morning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, other than that, I was in the midst of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strike&lt;/span&gt; (riot), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14,000 crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; in a room, hot  and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spicy street food&lt;/span&gt;, finally get my hands on those infamous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB &lt;/span&gt;(Blemish Balm) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cream&lt;/span&gt;, had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;load of Kimch&lt;/span&gt;i, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute Korean securities &lt;/span&gt;(just probably well dressed men), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunset cruise&lt;/span&gt;, oh, 1 meter away from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jang_Nara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jang Nara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What else? Hmm, I can't say it was what I imagined. Korean dramas, are well, drama afterall; but it's beautiful; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; is fine, I enjoyed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating ice cream in the hot sun&lt;/span&gt;, enjoying fabulous views from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the top of the world&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subway rides&lt;/span&gt;- and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meeting new fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ends.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know any better, I would call S. Korea, the Land of Bridges. In Seoul itself, there are 18 bridges, and it was built in 20 years. Before that, it was literally nothing because of the war. Now, I guess they can't stop building bridges- and funny fact is that the border between S. Korea and North is about few hundred meters, before it was around 4 kilometers. Now, young soldiers could care less about what both leaders think of each others- they do bond- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by throwing Choco pies at each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmy03hHI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XG9014wXkU4/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmy03hHI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XG9014wXkU4/s320/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439751515604082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmpP2xGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/FZkVRuVWI3M/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmpP2xGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/FZkVRuVWI3M/s320/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439748944446562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most polite strike ever, with a group of Ajumma throwing rice bowls at the police in front of the KB star building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnToGT8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/L3Er6NKQpIM/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnToGT8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/L3Er6NKQpIM/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439760320417730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnqVwp3I/AAAAAAAAC74/7v0ia1d1gTc/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnqVwp3I/AAAAAAAAC74/7v0ia1d1gTc/s320/DSC02689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439766417516402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRAlOcgI/AAAAAAAAC8A/tmE9MvCycIk/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRAlOcgI/AAAAAAAAC8A/tmE9MvCycIk/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442675785855490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnMaVbbI/AAAAAAAAC7o/e57ytVZznN4/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnMaVbbI/AAAAAAAAC7o/e57ytVZznN4/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439758383639986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping at Myeondong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPkgbYhI/AAAAAAAAC9A/wYs-yIyj3Dc/s1600-h/DSC02700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPkgbYhI/AAAAAAAAC9A/wYs-yIyj3Dc/s320/DSC02700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448148627808786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCecL7FtuI/AAAAAAAAC9w/CaN62perjB4/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCecL7FtuI/AAAAAAAAC9w/CaN62perjB4/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450564390303458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCeb7DiBxI/AAAAAAAAC9o/pcAUn-h_E-A/s1600-h/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCeb7DiBxI/AAAAAAAAC9o/pcAUn-h_E-A/s320/DSC03399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450559862310674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends from Austria (left) at Namsan Tower, Korean (Marketing) students that helped us with the directions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcO178cjI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eF9gmPyfii0/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcO178cjI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eF9gmPyfii0/s320/DSC02569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448136126755378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPJdewUI/AAAAAAAAC8w/QyZ6W1nPQBw/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPJdewUI/AAAAAAAAC8w/QyZ6W1nPQBw/s320/DSC02574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448141367689538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Street food. Dubboki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRXQ04MI/AAAAAAAAC8I/l2hU1tBjZow/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRXQ04MI/AAAAAAAAC8I/l2hU1tBjZow/s320/DSC02734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442681874309314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRrLRbJI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/B2uwnqLsq7o/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRrLRbJI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/B2uwnqLsq7o/s320/DSC02780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442687219723410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPQKeuPI/AAAAAAAAC84/NsfxYRVdNpY/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPQKeuPI/AAAAAAAAC84/NsfxYRVdNpY/s320/DSC02817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448143167043826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR6S4yjI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/tUbRHTtwOVw/s1600-h/DSC02862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR6S4yjI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/tUbRHTtwOVw/s320/DSC02862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442691278195250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCpwFqVRYI/AAAAAAAAC94/fOWCEh79o7k/s1600-h/06211935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCpwFqVRYI/AAAAAAAAC94/fOWCEh79o7k/s320/06211935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350463000934696322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden in colour: Building 63 (Yuk-Sam), and HanGang [sunset] Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just because of this scene from Seducing Mr. Perfect. But the night cruise doesn't exist; the last cruise is at 7:30pm. Our new friends just didn't believe how well versed I am about the Korean wave. Even the tourist guide was telling me it was unbelievable how big the impact was. Government campaigns would fail, but not the drama power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR-vmJ2I/AAAAAAAAC8g/M3TyCYta3O8/s1600-h/DSC02843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR-vmJ2I/AAAAAAAAC8g/M3TyCYta3O8/s320/DSC02843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442692472350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPz1LnGI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Q_jIDuyhZ9c/s1600-h/DSC02844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPz1LnGI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Q_jIDuyhZ9c/s320/DSC02844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448152741387362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 floors and 3 basements. 63 building is the tallest national art gallery in the world. It has restaurants, Seaworld, Imax theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebjuvHiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/_8LixXKqhYM/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebjuvHiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/_8LixXKqhYM/s320/DSC03250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450553601072674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebU23III/AAAAAAAAC9Y/Ms6qgYema5k/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebU23III/AAAAAAAAC9Y/Ms6qgYema5k/s320/DSC03132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450549608620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Nara, Me in a fabulous "guess how much" dress. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a total of 1,500 pictures or more; and I don't know where to start. Next time, 7 days 5 nights is for shopping only trip. I'll have it on my flickr later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7812519802217125313?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7812519802217125313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7812519802217125313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-reading-horoscopes.html' title='I love reading horoscopes'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmy03hHI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XG9014wXkU4/s72-c/DSC02648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8341574687821864286</id><published>2009-06-15T12:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:27:40.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean drama'/><title type='text'>Places to go: Eh, flight is tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjXN8tdjZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/aoFMJaNrrCo/s1600-h/07-16-2006.NB_16runway1.G841U7T8G.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjXN8tdjZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/aoFMJaNrrCo/s400/07-16-2006.NB_16runway1.G841U7T8G.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347406575451727730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic credit: dallas news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I've been waiting so long to say this] In less than 48 hours , I'll be striking off another one on my Places to go list- this remains special to me as I have waited 12 years for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm always patiently waiting, and the best has yet to come; which I think is good; because the best has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a different feeling this time, maybe it hasn't sunken in yet; all these mixed feelings I have; I'm always expecting, oh boy do I have high expectations or what, but this time maybe I've decided to not expect too much this time around, because disappointments are caused by your own unrealistic expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In whatever you do, there's always ups and downs, but more of those if you keep having unrealistic expectations; and I'm always the victim of it and it does anything but good for yourself; affects you in whatever you do; your self esteem, confidence, relationship- the whole nine yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale Carnegie said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;"It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait, I'm still on the same topic. I don't want to bore you out; oh wait, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny part is, my dad called, and asked me, "Eh, is the flight tonight?". I bet there will be more things to laugh about along the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm typing this with "hot from the oven" deep purple metallic  painted nails. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8341574687821864286?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8341574687821864286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8341574687821864286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/places-to-go-eh-flight-is-tonight.html' title='Places to go: Eh, flight is tonight?'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjXN8tdjZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/aoFMJaNrrCo/s72-c/07-16-2006.NB_16runway1.G841U7T8G.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5438026579612148240</id><published>2009-06-11T23:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:43:48.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something about the hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after college'/><title type='text'>every man dies, not every man really lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and they complain life is short. well, if you ain't living it, it will be. and if you don't say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRv4CoXQoAQ"&gt;YES! &lt;/a&gt;today, you won't be making the mistakes, and you won't grow, only wither and die. And to keep it real short, count the Saturdays left in your life. Well, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[making a pageant speech because I can make fun of it that way] &lt;/span&gt;that if you know 5 years down the road that you wouldn't go anywhere if you keep to what you're doing now, change, evolve, do the whole metamorphosis, and do something different today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you when you always have bad hair day after using your old brand for quite some time? You change to a new one. You change until you get the right shampoo for your hair, and that's what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can change your hair, you would change your shampoo until you get the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjEk97ZzsII/AAAAAAAAC6o/kpKvkmqb1Pg/s1600-h/IMG_7029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjEk97ZzsII/AAAAAAAAC6o/kpKvkmqb1Pg/s400/IMG_7029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094879002046594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more :&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theuptownlife/"&gt; flickr@theuptownlife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is, What would it take for you to change your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you change your shampoo? ;) and What would you do differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5438026579612148240?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5438026579612148240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5438026579612148240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-man-dies-not-every-man-really.html' title='every man dies, not every man really lives'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjEk97ZzsII/AAAAAAAAC6o/kpKvkmqb1Pg/s72-c/IMG_7029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1262328355033587525</id><published>2009-06-09T12:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:30:02.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new zealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Places to go: Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have ever feel attached to something, some place that you have never set foot on? Like you can feel it in your fingers, and toes curls up, well, almost as orgasmic as Bubbly can ever make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of the places that make me feel that way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_pqMtiuSI/AAAAAAAAC3E/pKUYcuS62yk/s1600-h/Daichan+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_pqMtiuSI/AAAAAAAAC3E/pKUYcuS62yk/s320/Daichan+n+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327733795378608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan (Was there 2004!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to Japan-is-kawaii-overrated, it is not. Immerse yourself in modern meets traditional culture. Use the first four days to do all the obligatory temple visiting, dance and plays and tea ceremony, then the rest of it (as below):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Fujinomiya and check out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mount Fuji- plan a summer climbing trip&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cycle&lt;/span&gt; around town, take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silly photos with purikura-style,&lt;/span&gt; go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"real" kaiten sushi, and chef [hand] made sushi&lt;/span&gt;, go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyoto for Geisha hunting&lt;/span&gt;, drink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold ice blended Starbucks during winter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jaywalking &lt;/span&gt;and get reprimanded by the police, go to Tokyo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Asakusa" temple &lt;/span&gt;during New Year, go for delicious authentic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unagi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Osechi &lt;/span&gt;on the first 3 days of New Year, wear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kimono&lt;/span&gt;, Skinny Dipping ala &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onsen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SkwpmcrI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/PJSrzlBLwMM/s1600-h/885475699664l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SkwpmcrI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/PJSrzlBLwMM/s400/885475699664l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230230479336114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arrowtown.com/business-directory/1/55/Joe_s-Garage-Arrowtown.html"&gt;Coffee in a bowl&lt;/a&gt; at Joe's Garage, Arrowtown, New Zealand (Also 2004, where they shot the scene where Princess Arwen saves Frodo from the evil dudes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bungee Jumping, Kawarau river&lt;/span&gt; - The 1st Bungee Jumping site in the world, 43 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SlJPW95I/AAAAAAAAC6g/aBH0CMNK7Zw/s1600-h/17772582240679l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SlJPW95I/AAAAAAAAC6g/aBH0CMNK7Zw/s400/17772582240679l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230237080156050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horseback riding&lt;/span&gt; in Sydney Australia, Melbourne, St. Kilda' flea market, and Victoria Market(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome plums!&lt;/span&gt;), and wine tasting in wineries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short interruption! You've got to listen to this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6CXSTBaUsk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6CXSTBaUsk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Choi (Super talented) and Paul Dateh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can feel it in my bones! ) ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzNiL6-t1js&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzNiL6-t1js&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch Shin Seung Hun live! (can't wait!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeHoO3FfXZQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeHoO3FfXZQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Boston-lyrics-Augustana/70EFF00941015BE3482570770007FAD8"&gt;Augustana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8203593695193738810-1262328355033587525?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1262328355033587525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1262328355033587525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/places-to-go-boston.html' title='Places to go: Boston'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_pqMtiuSI/AAAAAAAAC3E/pKUYcuS62yk/s72-c/Daichan+n+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6032789683002540786</id><published>2009-06-08T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:25:01.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mazda rx-8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports car'/><title type='text'>I know what you did last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixneIkY3pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/MGhcpb5VUdA/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixneIkY3pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/MGhcpb5VUdA/s400/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344760625175781010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught oogling at soon-to-be-mine &lt;a href="http://www.mazdausa.com/MusaWeb/displayPage.action?pageParameter=rx8Revved&amp;amp;bhcp=1"&gt;Mazda RX-8&lt;/a&gt;! ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixoQGGE4aI/AAAAAAAAC6M/gxqXk1VzqXk/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixoQGGE4aI/AAAAAAAAC6M/gxqXk1VzqXk/s400/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344761483505230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares will follow when I go Zoom-zoom.&lt;br /&gt;What a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6032789683002540786?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6032789683002540786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6032789683002540786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-what-you-did-last-weekend.html' title='I know what you did last weekend'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixneIkY3pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/MGhcpb5VUdA/s72-c/DSC02146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7199203334187412660</id><published>2009-06-05T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:05:17.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>the great analogy of a dog walker</title><content type='html'>I brought the dog for a walk tonight; like every other evening for about 3 months now. I never owned a dog or a cat but somehow I get to enjoy these domestic pets' company. Well my point is, having read Marley &amp;amp; Me late last year got me thinking on how to create my version of it; oh well, I have the leash in my hand, so I was thinking I just need a story. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsSa08tI/AAAAAAAAC58/zIEJ_V863Jk/s1600-h/6a00d83455ec9b69e201156e469656970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsSa08tI/AAAAAAAAC58/zIEJ_V863Jk/s320/6a00d83455ec9b69e201156e469656970c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343880159524352722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And today, I may not be as good as Grogan, nor Daisy the dog could ever replace Marley as the world worst' best dog (could've been his twin), I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found what, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are two routes, to go either by:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Road Plan A- by the basketball court, the playground and to the house&lt;br /&gt;ii) Road Plan B- by the canal, houses, grass area, house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there were some change of plans because Daisy decided to take the lead (like she always does) So we went Plan A+Plan B. And as we approach our destination- which was like probably few hundred meters away- house in sight, not quite there yet. And then I realized what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In life, we have our goals, a destination we want to arrive at and you can probably see it, but you have a problem, a leash and your dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to run to your destination, but the dog wants to stop and sniff the grass and you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in life, you face challenges, things weren't always smooth, you are pulled back sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you try to run, while the dog is catching up. And when you're tired and slowed down, the dog takes the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dog now is your team/organization, you as the leader pull them together and trying to move forward, but your dog pulls back at times. But when you're tired, your dog runs forward while you try to catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsO84P4I/AAAAAAAAC50/mTdwJLUGzJI/s1600-h/sled-dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsO84P4I/AAAAAAAAC50/mTdwJLUGzJI/s320/sled-dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343880158593433474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your team as a group like in the picture. What if one stop? Obviously you won't be able balance let alone move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when the dog stops to sniff- you might just learn to stop and smell the rose too. So, that ladies and gentlemen is my interpretation as a dog walker. It probably doesn't make any sense now, but if you look closer, then you'll see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Shakespeare doesn't just say, "Damn girl, you're pretty!" but wrote a poem's first line that went, "How shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Well, that's another long story.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;a href="http://omgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/dogs-day-of-summer.html"&gt;My Dog is a Buddhist&lt;/a&gt; by Om Gal.&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/8203593695193738810-7199203334187412660?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7199203334187412660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7199203334187412660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-analogy-of-dog-walker.html' title='the great analogy of a dog walker'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsSa08tI/AAAAAAAAC58/zIEJ_V863Jk/s72-c/6a00d83455ec9b69e201156e469656970c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3275003408834159538</id><published>2009-06-05T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:08:02.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><title type='text'>we can make our own honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lady of brushfire records- zee avi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to kantoi at 5:28. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just perfect for a post-friday lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3275003408834159538?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3275003408834159538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3275003408834159538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-can-make-our-own-honey.html' title='we can make our own honey'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6621972054047320142</id><published>2009-06-02T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:07:29.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>15 facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01. A girl should be seen and not heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly told me that. Well, I'm one of the boys during childhood. Pokemon, Digimon battle, Starcraft- which I love! Very close to tomboy, or they like to say androgynous because it sounds sophisticated whatsoever. To act like a girl; I feel weak that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. The rooftop room/attic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brief moment with my father's father; my grandfather. And we would all sleep in his wooden rooftop room/attic. You have to use a ladder to get to the room, so it was exciting. I wished I had learn violin from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. I'm an old soul or trapped in a younger body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I feel more comfortable with elderly, because they don't judge you and you get to talk to them about serious issues and hear their opinion at the same time. Put me in a room with a 60 year old than an empty vessel, anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04. Competitive. Non obsessive type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an only child, I have no one to compare with except with my parents' expectations. I don't get obsessed over other people's results, I'm my worst competitor or judge. Sometimes, the pressure comes from myself. If I think I can do my best, I will, and when I face challenges, I will strive for greater results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. Worry cat/Want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do worry too much at times. I was turning 20, and I had a panic attack of "What-have-I-achieved"? Now, I'm more realistic and taking it steady. I want a lot of things in life; very passion-driven, but I always feel I don't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. My pillar(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents. If I can't trust my parents, I shouldn't trust anyone else. My dad is my next best critic and supporter. He breaks me and makes me of who I am today. And my mum is the reason of my perfectionism at times- she is the Mary Poppins of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Determination and Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driven by these two. I wanted to learn piano, and my dad wasn't sure that I was serious, I had to practice at school and draw out a keyboard and play on a piece of paper. My dad try to teach me guitar, I found it hard. Once I went to college, I got hooked on Youtube and David Choi, "That Girl" wasn't easy to play. The first song I learned to play was Silent Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. Japan has a special place in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, don't know why; but I was enthralled by Japan and its culture since I was a young girl. I finally went for a youth exchange, it was one of the best moments of my life. Having Mount Fuji view from your room, and have actually stood in front of the gentle giant; wow, that's truly unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Magnet of talent- Aspires to be one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawn naturally to talent(ed) people. Maybe it's a competitive nature, but I enjoy being around successful people- when I say successful, I don't mean grand parties or free flow champagne, 5 mansions, huge cars. All I need is passion and determination driven individuals, with a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Imagination overdrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read. I'm words driven. I paint pictures with my mind and my camera. I have a photographic memory for beautiful words and images. If I have to live with two things in my life, unlimited supply of books, and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theuptownlife/"&gt;my dslr &lt;/a&gt;with unlimted supply of batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. World Citizen/Explorer- or trying to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Malaysian- Chinese, Malay and Indian. But I believe my exposure to the world since I was 11 years old makes me a World Citizen at heart. My love for books, writings and photography just makes an smoother transition. I can paint how Santa Monica beach looks like without having to go there, but I know I want to be there. I can still paint a picture of my love for Prague- the little hidden wax museum, skeleton clock tower, quaint basement restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Language is music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in another language is not a barrier. From Hindustani to Korean, I swim with the melodies, and it's like a beautiful life soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Saggitarian Dragon =extreme sports+ water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Saggi dragon girl with a natural love for bungee jumping, extreme boat rides, water sports, sea fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Serendipity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the word and the meaning. Fate/Destiny. Maybe it exist when you meet your match. The rest is your own doing. Other than that, I believe everything you do is a choice, if you choose to fate to be your master, then you'll have all the excuses in the world- and that's shouldn't be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. I would never be this open to anyone in real life.  &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6621972054047320142?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6621972054047320142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6621972054047320142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-facts.html' title='15 facts'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5846243838479006685</id><published>2009-06-02T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:41:12.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirl'/><title type='text'>You've got mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQcqf31MCI/AAAAAAAAC5k/m8QyZOutFrM/s1600-h/You_ve_got_mail_Varese%29VSD_6015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQcqf31MCI/AAAAAAAAC5k/m8QyZOutFrM/s320/You_ve_got_mail_Varese%29VSD_6015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426574404005922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot believe I actually fell asleep watching "You've Got Mail", well I was 10 at that time, probably the whole email and cyber love hasn't really drum into me yet. After 10 years, I finally saw it again. It was like&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPA8v06EsIY"&gt; first love&lt;/a&gt;. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are deliciously great together; I mean their lines are so much deeper than "You complete me". Come on... and jumping on the couch ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of which, I did have my own version of "You've Got Mail". Too bad it wasn't Tom Hanks, or some &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337697/"&gt;Prince from Denmark&lt;/a&gt;, and I was more of a "We're right for each other, but we don't love each other" [&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0128853/quotes"&gt;Frank and Kathleen&lt;/a&gt;- YGM]. So, for me &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYMICMhEjrg&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=B48374B9C0101541&amp;amp;index=2"&gt;the sun itself sees not till heaven cleared&lt;/a&gt;. Shakespeare is genius, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow "Love Story" is playing in my head. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How apt&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, Taylor's great. And so is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-HESjOTHBQ"&gt;Kate Winslet's&lt;/a&gt; singing. But Smiley has my vote for "The Climb" for 2009- that's just brilliant- it's like a flashback of Britney's "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQgHuKZZVI/AAAAAAAAC5s/dUA_NLnqMec/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-mtv-movie-awards-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQgHuKZZVI/AAAAAAAAC5s/dUA_NLnqMec/s320/miley-cyrus-mtv-movie-awards-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430374991062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant [s]miley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5846243838479006685?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5846243838479006685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5846243838479006685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve got mail'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQcqf31MCI/AAAAAAAAC5k/m8QyZOutFrM/s72-c/You_ve_got_mail_Varese%29VSD_6015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3431502244521063616</id><published>2009-06-01T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:20:13.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after college'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>I'm worth RM 90.90 a day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on my job&lt;/span&gt;. Well, that's RM 9 per hour.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's like Baskin Robin's on the 31st of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So do most people (fresh graduates)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy am I glad to worth RM 313.63 a day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on my financial freedom plan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say, if you have to ask, you can't afford it. So, if you want to retire early, well, you know what they say, DO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you can have the best of both world Hannah Montana style ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father of Personal Development and Business Philosopher, Jim Rohn said, keep your job that pay the bills, but invest in doing something to build a fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3431502244521063616?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3431502244521063616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3431502244521063616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2937224943145136950</id><published>2009-05-26T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:14:26.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Victor E. Frankl&lt;br /&gt;Author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mans-Search-Meaning-Viktor-Frankl/dp/0671023373"&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2937224943145136950?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2937224943145136950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2937224943145136950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-hour.html' title='Quote of the hour'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5279446117789468108</id><published>2009-05-25T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:48:55.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Monday equals Reality [Show]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They weren't kidding when they say Monday's doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dark circles begin to multiply every time I check myself in the mirror. And somehow bad skin compliments the whole look. Something only sufficient sleep can help to recharge quickly but looking at the current chaos, maybe a 600 dollars oxygen facial will fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leonardo Da Vinci-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simple theory explained, knowing you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need sleep&lt;/span&gt; is not enough, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to sleep&lt;/span&gt;. Being willing to put your health first is not enough, you must&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cue to say good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5279446117789468108?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5279446117789468108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5279446117789468108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-is-truly-reality-show.html' title='Monday equals Reality [Show]'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4951563975414129212</id><published>2009-05-22T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:21:51.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being judgemental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst critic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simon cowell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>All these thoughts I have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lack of&lt;/span&gt; composure, all over, baffling at times, has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mind of its own&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sugar-high like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have yet to find a way to express my feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy talented musicians that is able to channel all that into songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT to Brit- "Cry Me a River" ; John Mayer can describe ALL his ex relationships from "Your Body is a Wonderland"  to "Comfortable" and Miley turns scandals into "The Climb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  all need to break out into a song like Broadway because a little drama is fun and if there is I want to live in that world. Soundtrack of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm looking forward to my guitar sessions without knowing how to tune a guitar because I'm tone deaf that way, and voice that sound like oh oh, quoting Simon, "When a cat fall off a building before it hit the ground" unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Cowell is a true artist of criticism- I think he is his  own worst critic. Nobody can be judge unless they're their own worst judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4951563975414129212?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4951563975414129212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4951563975414129212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-these-thoughts-i-have.html' title='All these thoughts I have...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-3341292635582876941</id><published>2009-05-19T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:58:42.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>quiet time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I glued myself on the couch watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koffee_with_Karan"&gt;Koffee with Karan&lt;/a&gt;, wondering how &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0451307/"&gt;Saif Ali Khan &lt;/a&gt;grew only to be more handsome with age (well, the interview was in 2007). And I will always remember  his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first breakout performance&lt;/span&gt; in my first ever Hindustani tear jerker, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0216817/"&gt;Hum Saath Saath Hain&lt;/a&gt;- my first love. Now, now, I think I have given away too much- I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world citizen&lt;/span&gt; that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to know the language, you just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; got to have the love&lt;/span&gt; for culture. I'm not talking Capati/Tosai here, but have you fall in love with a korean song- but you don't know a single word of the lyrics. Empathy for the life of a Geisha-even the closest thing you'll come to knowing Japanese is "kawaii"? Your undying love for a person/celeb/ etc of a different race or culture just because you know the hardship they went through, the determination and hardwork that was responsible for their success today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0461770/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;, the movie, to finish- because I'm [dreaming of a true love's kiss] romantic that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Flickr, photos like &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/srestaino/3428462842/page2/?addedcomment=1#comment72157618328345383"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;- I have &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/City-Love-lyrics-John-Mayer/E1CCE92045D9A61248256BA0003108CF"&gt;City Love &lt;/a&gt;playing in my head,  and&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eneas/3471986083/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; (the world is aware), reminds me of how a story, song, lyrics melody flow endlessly in one's imaginative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:27am, and I have ulcers from not getting enough of sleep. I will have a few late nights in this week, no doubt. A focus group, a funeral, and work to attend to. Who said life is boring, in this case, we have death to keep us reminded as well- life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; only if you didn't notice one second of your moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't disappointing- people who do is because of unrealistic expectations- sitting in the same place, doing the same thing and expecting another thing- which is borderline &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses are equal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't try to justify&lt;/span&gt;, you'll end up settling for less.&lt;br /&gt;Winning is not everything, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanting to Win Is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At least try&lt;/span&gt;, even if you get a whooping in the ass the first time, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do the 1st step&lt;/span&gt;, before thinking about the 2nd step.&lt;br /&gt;And how else you can get to the 2nd if you don't do the 1st step?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ShGRDhcdWwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/U7p9lEunmss/s1600-h/satellite-photo-united-states-at-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ShGRDhcdWwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/U7p9lEunmss/s320/satellite-photo-united-states-at-night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337206523114117890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3341292635582876941?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3341292635582876941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/3341292635582876941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiet-time.html' title='quiet time'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ShGRDhcdWwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/U7p9lEunmss/s72-c/satellite-photo-united-states-at-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7404194100699048238</id><published>2009-05-15T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:55:08.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's important when...</title><content type='html'>It's not there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is important when it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;Money is important when it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;Health is important when it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the moments we've missed&lt;br /&gt;To the life we have not lived&lt;br /&gt;To our worth we've humbled ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to live today like it's going to be the last; make it worthwhile; leave with no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7404194100699048238?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7404194100699048238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7404194100699048238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-important-when.html' title='It&apos;s important when...'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4074101306483726865</id><published>2009-05-09T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:58:41.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>if you have to ask, you can't afford it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, living well in Los Angeles isn't impossible, as long as you have the funds. The aforementioned Shakur probably wouldn't have any trouble making ends meet in L.A., or anywhere else, for that matter. The rapper makes about $15 million per year in residuals--despite the fact he's been dead for 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/americas-most-overpriced-cities.html;_ylc=X3oDMTFwNDdkZmIxBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDOTc2MjA0NjUEc2VjA2ZwLXRvZGF5BHNsawNvdmVycHJpY2VkLWNpdGllcw"&gt;yahoo news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: World's Unemployment &lt;a href="https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/rankorder/2129rank.html"&gt;Rate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Some say Play It Safe.&lt;br /&gt;Some complains and it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; take a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisis= Opportunity. Which one do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Never let anyone rob you of your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every great achievement begins with a dream.&lt;br /&gt;A dream to fly, a dream to not live in darkness, a dream for beautiful tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments are only caused by your unrealistic expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take time to realize:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;roke is NEVER the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Excuses or Solution; you may only focus in on area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; for my financial future? Be it for my family, personal, education, health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you building a pipeline or still using buckets for the water?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4074101306483726865?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4074101306483726865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4074101306483726865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-have-to-ask-you-cant-afford-it.html' title='if you have to ask, you can&apos;t afford it'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5850445984927538413</id><published>2009-05-09T16:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:37:04.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thomas sabo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Re: Things they don't tell you in Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My turn now, &lt;a href="http://woofworks.livejournal.com/140675.html"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bladder cleared, hand moisturized with Body Shop Lotion in those RM2 premium toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Starbucks Barista get you a comfy sofa seat with &lt;a href="http://wordsaboutthings.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/starbucks-cup.jpg"&gt;"Let me get you a drink"&lt;/a&gt; service provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Kwai lou (because Caucasian doesn't sound cool) ask you "Can I share a seat with you?"Truly international Exposure: Phillipinos, Punjabs, Americans, Chinese, Koreans, Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;: People buying luggage, on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt; people queuing for drink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Starbucks is truly an experience. They don't sell RM12 caffeine and sugar laden drinks for nothing eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of experience; I went shopping with a friend and oh well, let me rephrase: She's doing the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.thomassabo.com/en/start.html"&gt;Thomas Sabo&lt;/a&gt;; and she spent thousand bucks on  her plastic for a birthday gift; and I get to be opinionated- if it's the right term for that. "Oh that would look nicer..." Priceless. Of course, check out their designs. Although who knew Charm braceletes (silver and cubic zirconia) could be of a price of an arm and leg; ok, maybe gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is very good though. When we were there, about 5 people walked in and bought something. The sales girls can be TERRIBLE but they can still sell it. I mean, everything is pretty much bull; like i.e. "The Snake represents Energy and it's being different". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which proves to say; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people don't buy because of the price&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean if you can put a "value" on a piece of fugly rubber shoe (make it comfy so that people won't notice its ugliness) and call it Crocs, people would run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My word of advice:&lt;/span&gt; Get a rich friend, so you can get them to buy you an exsy pressie if they forget your birthday.Or better make them forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5850445984927538413?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5850445984927538413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5850445984927538413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/re-things-they-dont-tell-you-in.html' title='Re: Things they don&apos;t tell you in Starbucks'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6967945427281652391</id><published>2009-05-06T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:40:38.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a whole new world'/><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can show you the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining, shimmering, splendid&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, princess, now when did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You last let your heart decide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take you wonder by wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over, sideways and under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a magic carpet ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SgD2MuUljFI/AAAAAAAAC5M/x729joZ8mys/s1600-h/aladdin_jasmine_carpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SgD2MuUljFI/AAAAAAAAC5M/x729joZ8mys/s320/aladdin_jasmine_carpet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332532657259908178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new fantastic point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No one to tell us no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Or where to go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or say we're only dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;A dazzling place I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when I'm way up here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unbelievable sights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through an endless diamond sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't you dare close your eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred thousand things to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath - it gets better&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I've come so far&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to where I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every turn a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new horizons to pursue&lt;br /&gt;Every moment red-letter&lt;br /&gt;I'll chase them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;There's time to spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me share this whole new world with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's where we'll be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thrilling chase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wondrous place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-CS2v8wcc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover &lt;/a&gt;by Nick Pitera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this moment and re-live your childhood imagination and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Genie tells you, "Your wish is my command"&lt;br /&gt;Or pretending you're Aladdin and have your wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Or Princess Jasmine who wanted an adventure on a magic carpet ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to reality, and continue searching.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be knocking on the right door yet, but don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the next one, and you're nearer than you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't forget: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be happy with what you have in pursuit of better things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lose your money today; but you can't lose your knowledge or your skills.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think you failed yesterday or maybe today; climb back up and march forward.&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new world everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6967945427281652391?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6967945427281652391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6967945427281652391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SgD2MuUljFI/AAAAAAAAC5M/x729joZ8mys/s72-c/aladdin_jasmine_carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1218080619480929471</id><published>2009-05-05T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:52:48.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Midnight Blogger</title><content type='html'>Not that there's anything mysterious about it. Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized, 6 months into employment is that you do as what you're told. And they no excuses because your boss isn't your parents. You can't throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say, "I quit!" Or do a dramatic Devil Wears Prada ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not funny to anyone that has been informed to not come to work because they're no longer needed or can the company afford to pay, which is usually the case. It's a sad economic situation; but whether you see it as a crisis or an opportunity, it's another different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, employment. I have my fair share of the hot topic-"economy conversation "from all walks of life; aunties and uncles, cab drivers, neighbours, strangers. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwm45MHV2jM"&gt;Swine flu&lt;/a&gt; is secondary when you're facing with money. In reality, to get a really nice burial plot on the hill overlooking the ocean cost more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex Airport Engineer Now- Taxi driver #1 laments about Beginning of the end of the world theory and ended with a "Why don't you work for the government? It's safe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty #2 says No Time. This came from a well educated, degree holder. The difference between contentment and excuses is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stupidity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently laid off #3 said No Time, Too busy because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;roke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew up with ideas and plans-  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;health, career, success, family, spiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're 50 and you realize you don't have financial independence, maybe you got the wrong plan. So, if you're in a situation where you'd go "I didn't sign up for this", well, maybe someone gave you a wrong plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, make a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Choose to come up with a million of excuses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man asked a successful businessman, "How do you become successful?" He answered "Make lots of good decisions" He asked again, "How do you make good decisions?""Make lots of bad decisions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did learned after all these years, is to listen to my thoughts. For the times I break through, and for the times I failed; I realized the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I spending time on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; making up excuses&lt;/span&gt; or am I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking for a solution&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to start somewhere, somehow. So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start listening to yourself today&lt;/span&gt;, in the midst of economic chaos, or health concerns; reflect and observe your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1218080619480929471?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1218080619480929471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1218080619480929471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-blogger.html' title='Midnight Blogger'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2838628739854320509</id><published>2009-04-30T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:19:57.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 fashion trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey'/><title type='text'>grey is so gay &lt;3!</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpIUK-DE6bM/RstkSwEKj1I/AAAAAAAAA6k/fuXQBWmUQvo/s400/antonia%2Bberardi%2Bcalvin%2Bklein.jpg"&gt;everywhere&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/3054688104_9ae2f10de6.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. and &lt;a href="http://flypaper.bluefly.com/images/gwenth-paltrow_in_grey_dress_blueflys_blog_flypaper.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. and &lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/292xw9i.jpg"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;. and in your &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/3upg9"&gt;face&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my favorite color since feb; and i'm sticking to it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a grey tunic, a grey/black scarf, a new grey shirt that says: California dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think grey looks gorgeous on tan skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfiLp6npUkI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Gcs3P3hJ7lo/s1600-h/3054688104_9ae2f10de6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfiLp6npUkI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Gcs3P3hJ7lo/s320/3054688104_9ae2f10de6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330163711219421762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I need to figure out a new color by summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would look great on a summer red carpet event?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2838628739854320509?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2838628739854320509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2838628739854320509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/grey-is-so-gay-3.html' title='grey is so gay &lt;3!'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfiLp6npUkI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Gcs3P3hJ7lo/s72-c/3054688104_9ae2f10de6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-6158938210827877655</id><published>2009-04-28T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:43:49.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>poker. polka.  oprah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOjYwlmSI/AAAAAAAAC40/cEuWHYmTqg8/s1600-h/060123_weir_vmed_6p.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOjYwlmSI/AAAAAAAAC40/cEuWHYmTqg8/s320/060123_weir_vmed_6p.widec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329674316376545570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Weir shows his [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIasNJnjWaA"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; for] Poker face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOjHnwTxI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Ot3cKnAbMpg/s1600-h/0409oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOjHnwTxI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Ot3cKnAbMpg/s320/0409oprah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329674311776096018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah showing some love for Poker face (no kidding!) while picking her favorite sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOCPxnWBI/AAAAAAAAC4k/JlGt8q7xoPI/s1600-h/PIC_02313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOCPxnWBI/AAAAAAAAC4k/JlGt8q7xoPI/s320/PIC_02313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329673747029252114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated news flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my love for Polka dots sandals. And oh, it's comfy too. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of saving my blistered feet from misery, I discovered my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6158938210827877655?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6158938210827877655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/6158938210827877655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/poker-polka-oprah.html' title='poker. polka.  oprah.'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfbOjYwlmSI/AAAAAAAAC40/cEuWHYmTqg8/s72-c/060123_weir_vmed_6p.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1203368642824785704</id><published>2009-04-27T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:50:51.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>good old skype and my rusty nihongo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfXPFcVKZSI/AAAAAAAAC4U/pq_XFPI2Zng/s1600-h/Angel+Skype.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfXPFcVKZSI/AAAAAAAAC4U/pq_XFPI2Zng/s320/Angel+Skype.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329393426474100002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good old Skype was my best friend since the day Internet went on strike. You should look at Streamyx's mascot: &lt;a href="http://www.tm.com.my/images/personal/internet/services/bluehyppo/hyppo.jpg"&gt;Blue Hyppo&lt;/a&gt;. The signs were there from the first day. And now, I'm stuck with a fat blue hyppo with the Balik Kampung tune in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Skype the Clark Kent in disguise. &lt;a href="http://woofworks.livejournal.com/142868.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://combustingchicken.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-good-day-for-sharing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nobody can run from virtual OPM (old perverted men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfXPFgWv4yI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lstvvfVLuug/s1600-h/Geisha+Skype.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfXPFgWv4yI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lstvvfVLuug/s320/Geisha+Skype.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329393427554493218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my conversation on Skype with my host father who only speaks Japanese and minimal Engrish goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kengo: sonnakoto naidesuyo hisashiburini hanashi shite bikkuri desu!&lt;br /&gt;Me    : ....&lt;br /&gt;Kengo: jyouzuni narimashitane...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... *with full determination* Watashi wa Nihongo no benkyo gambarimasu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even that didn't sound right. And I'm sure it's not. Rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I looked back, I think he said something about if you continue study Japanese, you will be good! Great, now Japanese sounds like Greek to me. I'm totally ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for appearing offline all this while and pretend I mastered the language. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've been keeping up on Japanese is my favorite Conan comic- which is in Malay and Japanese drama- seriously HYD doesn't help you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing the celebrity names or Japanese dishes by heart doesn't count as knowing the language. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomohisa_Yamashita"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jun_Matsumoto"&gt;Matsumoto Jun&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soba"&gt;Soba&lt;/a&gt; does not help you (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;at all)&lt;/span&gt; to construct a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least for now, Oyasuminasai Minasan. Mata ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1203368642824785704?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1203368642824785704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1203368642824785704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-old-skype-and-my-rusty-nihongo.html' title='good old skype and my rusty nihongo'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SfXPFcVKZSI/AAAAAAAAC4U/pq_XFPI2Zng/s72-c/Angel+Skype.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7451176632852489285</id><published>2009-04-21T13:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:17:43.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad hairstyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>something bigger than yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se1YR21YAzI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ujiet4nIODI/s1600-h/trafficjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se1YR21YAzI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ujiet4nIODI/s320/trafficjam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327010998049571634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know that kind of feeling; you need to go some place and just 'great' because you happened to get stuck? Now add that with a hairstyle gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem, let's move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk about my current state of hair. You go to a saloon and you did a body perm and you realize, "Uh oh" Maybe it's not for me. And you're most probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My point:&lt;/span&gt; Since college, I have been quite adventurous with my hairstyle after the first dare- well, everything else was history. I went blonde, I had a pixie cut, straightened it for the 100th time, long, medium, copper to chestnut, and the latest perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main point is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt; We make the wrong hairstyle choice, we make wrong decisions in life, we go round in circles, doing the same thing and expecting different results. Now that I know a body perm doesn't work well with my hair, I would definitely know better to avoid it the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my question is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When are you going to wake up and change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody changes for the better. I changed my hairstyle, it was a tad bit of a disaster, and I learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change is uncomfortable. Change is inevitable. Change is for the good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want a change in politics, we want a change of lifestyle; but yet a lot of people don't vote, and a lot of people are still doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that isn't insanity; I really don't know what it is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, this makes a lot of sense to me, because I can relate something bigger than me; my hair. Haha. This is so Legally Blonde- moment; well at least I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If You Think You Can, You Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This excerpt was taken from Denis Waitley's &lt;i&gt;Seeds of Greatness Treasury&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can be a total winner, even if you're a beginner&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can&lt;br /&gt;You can wear the gold medallion, you can ride your own black stallion&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's not your talent or the gifted birth&lt;br /&gt;It's not your bank book that determines worth&lt;br /&gt;It isn't in your gender or the color of your skin&lt;br /&gt;It's your attitude that lets you win&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can live with "coulds" or "shoulds," or be like Tiger Woods&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're hesitant, you can be a woman President&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can you can, if you think you can you can&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It doesn't matter what you've done before&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference what the halftime score&lt;br /&gt;It's never over 'til the final gun&lt;br /&gt;So keep on trying and you'll find you've won&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just grab your dream and then believe it&lt;br /&gt;Go out and work, and you'll achieve it&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can, you can&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can, you can&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- Denis Waitley--&lt;/p&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/8203593695193738810-7451176632852489285?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7451176632852489285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7451176632852489285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-bigger-than-yourself.html' title='something bigger than yourself'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se1YR21YAzI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ujiet4nIODI/s72-c/trafficjam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-253257663797708272</id><published>2009-04-17T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:37:02.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britain&apos;s got talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susan boyle'/><title type='text'>Dream Dream Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sefy1Bpj7rI/AAAAAAAAC2U/MZ_xfDYVhHY/s1600-h/susan-boyle-pic-itv-113257880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sefy1Bpj7rI/AAAAAAAAC2U/MZ_xfDYVhHY/s320/susan-boyle-pic-itv-113257880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325492077178646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog of the year: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never dated, never kissed, 47 years old; and now living the dream she dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some say "Why dream? It's not going to come true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proved everybody wrong. And this is a great lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was laughing. And everybody stopped laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this theory from an ex pirated vcd seller who is obviously successful now:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dream of owning a BMW and people around are contented with a Myvi, do you think they will laugh at you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;. And likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be rich to think rich.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the dream, and people laugh at you, think of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And especially if you're young, I'm sure we can afford to make some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt; and take criticisms along the way. And then they stop laughing; that would be better than orgasm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-253257663797708272?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/253257663797708272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/253257663797708272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream Dream Dream'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sefy1Bpj7rI/AAAAAAAAC2U/MZ_xfDYVhHY/s72-c/susan-boyle-pic-itv-113257880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4801071745018694423</id><published>2009-04-16T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:00:10.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persuasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kina grannis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPI SIAK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>don't dance around it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've noticed that it's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;human nature&lt;/span&gt; that we do things out of emotion, &amp;amp; often influenced to do act the way you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for logic and facts, don't bother, because when you decide on doing something, buying something, you decide immediately like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see it. I like it. It feels good. I heard it's good. I buy it/ I do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you look at the fruits/vege section at the Supermarket, that you went, "Oh, I should get some tomatoes because of the high lycopene in it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The power of influence&lt;/span&gt;:- Something you read. Something someone told you. An advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know tomatoes improve your skin complexion?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey xxx, I've been drinking tomato juice every morning and I feel great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you walk into Starbucks because it's the only place that serves coffee. 7-11 does. Any eating joint does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks is hip. They have cooler names, like Frappuccino, and Caramel Macchiato, free WIFI, nice music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think like that it means when you walk into Starbucks, you're not just buying any drinks, you're buying the concept, the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it. You like it. Someone tells you their Caramel Macchiato is to die for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about your bff, or someone you're really close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression when they're strangers to you. You despise that cocky look, that horrendous outfit, &amp;amp; a million other pre-judgments that was going on in that head of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they introduced themselves. Likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell you, "Hey, that's a cool shirt, is it from xxx?"&lt;br /&gt;And you tell them you shop online. "Oh really? I do too! My fav is YYY.com!"&lt;br /&gt;And you go all excited because you meet someone with the same interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long story short, hate to love, strangers to bff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for Public Relations major: HAPI--&gt; SIAK!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missed &lt;/span&gt;those lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same theory used over and over again- used as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;persuasion factor&lt;/span&gt;- in every decision making you do; it doesn't matter whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You despise something, but because of other factors, you suddenly find yourself compromising, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yea, maybe it's not so bad".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: Relationships. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give and take&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole point is  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hm916tKegC4&amp;amp;feature=response_watch"&gt;don't dance around it&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it makes perfect sense in my imperfect world. .x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4801071745018694423?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4801071745018694423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4801071745018694423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-dance-around-it.html' title='don&apos;t dance around it'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5628099817882380358</id><published>2009-04-15T15:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:32:02.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal setting'/><title type='text'>Become a millionaire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnxu-4qI/AAAAAAAAC18/DLnVND-2HDc/s1600-h/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnxu-4qI/AAAAAAAAC18/DLnVND-2HDc/s320/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324816749428662946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnxFChaI/AAAAAAAAC10/XPSA3VL96hg/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnxFChaI/AAAAAAAAC10/XPSA3VL96hg/s320/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324816749252740514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably most of us would end up in a situation like the above pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pfft, you say. How do I not know what to do with money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can safely claim, we're not even sure what to do with ourselves after 17 years of "education"? You tell me. Why would you be doing what you're doing now? Still figuring out a way to meet month's end, just enough to cover your basics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wishing you had a million dollars would sound really great, but I just can't help but pause to think for  while that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Why aren't we miilionaires?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Because we're not born one? Because we don't deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millionaires these days are not born rich, most are high school drop outs, had odd jobs like chicken catcher or construction workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Why aren't we millionaires?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a couple of posts back, I wrote something about &lt;a href="http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/farmer-soldier-and-athlete.html"&gt;goal setting&lt;/a&gt; and this post, I would just like to put my message across, by really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;repeating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the question, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Why aren't we millionaires?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a good ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;*Insert name here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;Sales reps at LV or Prada know you that well to know what's your favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;You get out from your Lamborghini roadster while everyone at the clubhouse turn and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantasies can go on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And you do realize it's not going to happen if you keep doing what you're doing- a 9 to 5 job- being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;roke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have a high paying job enough to get you a new BMW 5 series, but when you think back, do you really exchange your time with the salary you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss those times when in college you get to shop during the weekdays? And you just simply wish, with the money you have now, you would be able to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And George (Amazing) Carlin said this:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="body" &gt;Most people work just hard enough not to get fired and get paid just enough money not to quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;and our problem is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't change. We are comfortable. It's a different story all together when you wrap yourself in your blanket on a winter night. We think to ourselves, "Nah, I'll be better off like ths; you know the economy is pretty tough; I'm lucky to have a job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;and if you're frustrated over your job now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - who wouldn't be, like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. I congratulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Discontent is the first necessity of progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you will come to a point- when enough IS enough. and frustration leads to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only during tough times, you'll learn; to be a leader, to act inspite of fear. And when you succeed, the satisfaction is ten fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first step to goal setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWet3DqIMI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RXUuEIsvnnA/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWet3DqIMI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RXUuEIsvnnA/s320/thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324836645146075330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Rule of Thumb #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set to be something great; because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;what it will make of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 1 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you will become a millionaire first- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;mentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and then when you get your 1 million dollars, I'm positively sure you will know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money buys food and care for people in the world, yet it funds nuclear and war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subconsciously, most people think that money=evil. There are evil ways to acquire money, but money itself is not evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rule of thumb that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;to make it a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're an unhappy little person; and there's a sudden windfall, do you think you will stop being unhappy? Big chances, not. You will continue to be a miserable scrooge that will have nightmare thinking someone is going to rob you of your riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a drunkard, you will drink more when you have more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Becareful of what you wish for?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There this one time I remember a certain conversation took place between two friends, one is a multi millionaire and the friend asked him, "Do you feel insecure when you're rich?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"No, I worked hard to what I have toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;y, and if I've arrived here today, and done bad things in the past, I'd probably would. But if my riches were taken away from me, I know how to earn them again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWmEnhdM7I/AAAAAAAAC2M/dEHTpLqKDao/s1600-h/wise_man_122745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWmEnhdM7I/AAAAAAAAC2M/dEHTpLqKDao/s320/wise_man_122745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324844732694475698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has become to what he is today; and that is the true definition of being a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered why some people can have a few million dollars in the bank account but yet they have no lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle does not start only when you're rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle start when you're living life with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By becoming refined and living the qualities of such, you can have lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnh4-KTI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ZijPe59_gcM/s1600-h/08-01-17_money8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnh4-KTI/AAAAAAAAC1s/ZijPe59_gcM/s320/08-01-17_money8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324816745175591218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8203593695193738810-5628099817882380358?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5628099817882380358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5628099817882380358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/become-millionaire.html' title='Become a millionaire!'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeWMnxu-4qI/AAAAAAAAC18/DLnVND-2HDc/s72-c/71014_MoneyHappiness_vl-vertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1336015354774945283</id><published>2009-04-14T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:36:17.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george carlin'/><title type='text'>this is how you should look forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeRJ4nE0bbI/AAAAAAAAC1U/R-fGYTBVgvQ/s1600-h/_MG_6001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeRJ4nE0bbI/AAAAAAAAC1U/R-fGYTBVgvQ/s320/_MG_6001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324461896369466802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across a quote from george carlin which says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do whatever's next&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're driving in the dark, there's only so far you can see, 200 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do that, you'll get to your destination, because all you could see is the light, 200 meters in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bring one more if you have.&lt;br /&gt;Complete one job if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just one more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the words of Nike; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1336015354774945283?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1336015354774945283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1336015354774945283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-how-you-should-look.html' title='this is how you should look forward.'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SeRJ4nE0bbI/AAAAAAAAC1U/R-fGYTBVgvQ/s72-c/_MG_6001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8667366972561627420</id><published>2009-03-31T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:44:59.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Top Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SdHkWG2XxMI/AAAAAAAAC0U/WBYCoGQANeg/s1600-h/sittin+on+top+of+the+world+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SdHkWG2XxMI/AAAAAAAAC0U/WBYCoGQANeg/s320/sittin+on+top+of+the+world+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319283703348184258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;Not the one sitting, but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd one&lt;/span&gt; from the right. ( ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps. Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's make it simple, fun and magical.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll be on top, claiming my rightful place, on the top of world.&lt;br /&gt;Well done, March. Now, April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8667366972561627420?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8667366972561627420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8667366972561627420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-of-world-step-one.html' title='Top Of The World'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SdHkWG2XxMI/AAAAAAAAC0U/WBYCoGQANeg/s72-c/sittin+on+top+of+the+world+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-5728713992199441995</id><published>2009-03-25T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:30:51.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim rohn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>480 thread count, ginger tea and a home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been blessed most of my 20 years of life; no complaints. I get to travel, there's food, nice clothes [although maybe not my fashion sense few years back], king size bed and room by myself, you know, just enough for everything  I wanted; of course I didn't want to buy a Bentley then :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am today, covered in 480 thread count quilt [cover], sipping ginger tea waiting for time to pass, and somewhere I can feel at home. Hey, who could ask for more? Or the right question is: Am I greedy if I hope for more? Well, maybe, but let me share with you about a wisdom that I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference between greed and legitimate ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legitimate ambitions:&lt;/span&gt; Be happy with what you have, while in pursue for better things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got that, now my conscience can rest in peace, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going around, doing some goal setting. This time was different, because aside from the goals, I also decided to state WHY I should achieve those. And WHY you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of what it will make of me to achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If helping people to grow will ensure that I achieve my goals, wouldn't that be great? If being happy and attracting lots of opportunity will bring me closer, that's even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always want more. More of this. More of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us admit to thinking this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If I have more money, I will be able to..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If I have more time, I would..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; more efficient, would your boss promote you? If you were to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;become &lt;/span&gt;more responsible, would you be the one that your boss think of first when he decides to give a raise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key:  Is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to become&lt;/span&gt; to achieve those goals. Simple. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So set a goal to become a millionaire; for what it will make of you to achieve it. If you set a goal, you move forward and not only you will achieve it but what it make of you in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave a comment&lt;/span&gt; if you want next post to be on tips for goal setting.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5728713992199441995?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5728713992199441995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/5728713992199441995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/480-thread-count-ginger-tea-and-home.html' title='480 thread count, ginger tea and a home'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-8387923895613600172</id><published>2009-03-23T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:50:34.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holga 120'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>going loco on lomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not supposed to be chirpy on Monday, apparently it overflowed from last Friday. But really, gay is good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;; I decided on a trip in June. Too excited to describe how elated I am. We're talking about one of the many places I wanted to go since I was 12. And I will be paying for this trip- well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday;&lt;/span&gt; I decided to become a Chairman and I'm set to build my Presidents' team. Super excited about that too. Ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;; 3 months to the trip, I decided to go loco on lomo; I'll be joining the artsy fartsy lomo group by getting my own. :) I can't wait to take &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/golfpunkgirl/page2/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; like &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/golfpunkgirl/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8387923895613600172?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8387923895613600172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/8387923895613600172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-loco-on-lomo.html' title='going loco on lomo'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-2086636069094969605</id><published>2009-03-22T15:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:23:28.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='davidchoirocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'>another birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHyDFoD8jdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cHyDFoD8jdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="150" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/davidchoimusic"&gt;David Choi&lt;/a&gt; and all March 22nd birthday boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2086636069094969605?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2086636069094969605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/2086636069094969605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-birthday.html' title='another birthday'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4313526240723347934</id><published>2009-03-20T09:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:45:44.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tisbury lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites - Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>lemon's morning mental delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Starting today onwards, I hereby add another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;zesty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;quirky&lt;/span&gt; nick to my already fabulous "Uptown life", and I shall be known as Lemon, a bright yellow fruit with sour taste that grows on trees in warm countries. So, so apt. Thank you &lt;a href="http://combustingchicken.blogspot.com/"&gt;sheep-pie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and yes, a very good morning to you and you and you. I just realized those endorphins are no joke, may be passed off as "hyper", but what a good day to start. I'm just extra chirpy, so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's refreshing to open up my twitter page and check out what people are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the globe, &lt;a href="http://api.twitter.com/kinagrannis"&gt;Kina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/davidchoimusic"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt; are driving down to San Diego for a gig, while J&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/johncmayer"&gt;ohn Mayer &lt;/a&gt;thinks out loud about 2 hours ago: &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20s: &lt;/span&gt;coming into who you are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30s:&lt;/span&gt; coming into who you are being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So true.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so true&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thewesleychan"&gt;Wes&lt;/a&gt; is enjoying SF Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before anyone thinks I'm a potential stalker, I better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF today!&lt;/span&gt; Looking forward to Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Feels like Heaven but short lived; the irony of it. So, I'm charged up to bring my goal setting to a new level- the power of visualization. Sounds yummy, really. Prolly when I'm done with it, I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvEhk6pGuAI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae-Tisbury Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all she wants to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bubbye! I'll catch up with you on the other side (of the week). :)&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/8203593695193738810-4313526240723347934?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4313526240723347934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4313526240723347934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/lemons-morning-mental-delights.html' title='lemon&apos;s morning mental delights'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-1087992880214183250</id><published>2009-03-18T16:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:11:50.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding proposals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoebe Buffay'/><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>A lighter post. This has nothing to do with the song, just wishful thinking, "Why is that only guys are given the privilege to sweep girls off their feet (most of the time)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about "Will you marry me?" proposals, Valentine's, romantic getaway, opening doors, jacket over puddle, okay, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea just screams, "Of course, a guy should do all the above!"What a bummer. I like the action part, the part where you go, Where is the best place to propose to her (him)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108778/"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt; when Phoebe accidentally exposed her fiance, Mike, when he was about to propose every single time, the ring in the desert, the proposal on the LED screen during the Knicks' game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just proves that guys do run out of creative ideas, and most of them don't know this; the best proposal is always the kneeling down and saying those four words, when they least expect it. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIKGs-F4I/AAAAAAAAC0E/sF6dy1jRMag/s1600-h/shaystephens_proposal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIKGs-F4I/AAAAAAAAC0E/sF6dy1jRMag/s320/shaystephens_proposal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314467636220663682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the &lt;a href="http://friends.wikia.com/wiki/Phoebe_Buffay"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/a&gt; topic, I can't help but laugh silently since I can't laugh out loud when I remembered when she changed her name into "Princess Consuela Bananahammock", and her husband retaliated by changing his name into "Crap Bag". Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But seriously, tell me your favorite proposal- real life and also on screen?&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anouncements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Cris&lt;/span&gt; is planning to go pilot-husband-search so if you are one, look for her &lt;a href="http://www.myballoonfiesta.com/fiesta.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; this Sunday with a ring in a hot air balloon- like maybe fly her somewhere, preferably Spain, or South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this online and fell in love with this &lt;a href="http://www.patinagroup.com/east/menu/iceRink/engagementOnIce.pdf"&gt;idea&lt;/a&gt;. Or maybe have an engagement &lt;a href="http://www.patinagroup.com/cgi-bin/menu.cgi?url=http://www.patinagroup.com/east/menu/iceRink/2008-reservation.swf&amp;amp;LinkName=Ice%20Rink"&gt;party&lt;/a&gt; too! I wonder how many said their "I do(s)" in front of the biggest and grandest &lt;a href="http://www.thetreenyc.com/smartTree.php"&gt;Christmas tree &lt;/a&gt;in the world? It's so &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104431/"&gt;Home Alone&lt;/a&gt;. And *snaps* our honeymoon &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1B2DVFC_enMY208MY211&amp;amp;ei=DrTASbiGEIiU6gPk4Mi2DQ&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;q=machu+picchu+peru&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;ei=ELTASeHOMpKwkAWW5cgr&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, in the enigmatic Lost City of Incas (so they say), and stay in the &lt;a href="http://www.inkaterra.com/en/machu-picchu"&gt;best hotel&lt;/a&gt;, as we slowly sip our Moet Chandon with fondue strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIJz_pzYI/AAAAAAAACz8/UBKqMT9jXnk/s1600-h/peru.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIJz_pzYI/AAAAAAAACz8/UBKqMT9jXnk/s320/peru.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314467631198752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other potential special occasions' venues: 20 &lt;a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-interests-25565465;_ylc=X3oDMTFyOGFqZ2VzBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjcxOTQ4MQRzZWMDZnAtdG9kYXltb2QEc2xrAzIwYmVzdHZpZXdzLTAzLTE2"&gt;best&lt;/a&gt; views in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;now you wouldn't want this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIp8BOMeI/AAAAAAAAC0M/rAVtq-Tq1PM/s1600-h/ring-plus-frosty-bad-proposal-26229-1236143781-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIp8BOMeI/AAAAAAAAC0M/rAVtq-Tq1PM/s320/ring-plus-frosty-bad-proposal-26229-1236143781-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314468183108628962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1087992880214183250?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1087992880214183250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/1087992880214183250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ScDIKGs-F4I/AAAAAAAAC0E/sF6dy1jRMag/s72-c/shaystephens_proposal.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4532621360393385714</id><published>2009-03-17T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:57:28.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rene descartes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jm rohn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal development'/><title type='text'>a farmer, a soldier, and an athlete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My goal setting venture has begun. A long term range, a short term, 1 year to 10 years, the whole nine yards. I've never come to terms with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new year "resolutions"&lt;/span&gt;, where nothing is ever resolved, nothing achieved, and by end of the year, even the piece of paper you wrote on, or the little mental note you make; oh, evaporates into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will end, the next year is coming and the next one passes, well, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, it's a whole lot different. Let me give you this powerful question/statement that I've come across: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What person I have to become to get what I want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want things in life, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;big car&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;big house&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; lots of green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. But we keep doing what we do, circling, and circling, and expecting different results. Now, that's insanity. It's like hoping to hit jackpot when you don't buy a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I get negative feedback on dreams. Yes, dream is wonderful, they say. But it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality. &lt;/span&gt;It doesn't work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless&lt;/span&gt; you grow money on trees. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless &lt;/span&gt;you happen to marry a rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a lot more from where that came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny why people think money is the root of all evil. There are some evil ways to acquire money and likewise. You resent money, but at the same time you need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's a difference between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=160777353&amp;amp;blogId=416723030"&gt;legitimate ambitions&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me, do you think you deserve to have the things you want? You work hard, you try to save money; to pamper yourself, to give yourself a better life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're saying I want, but I can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you deserve it, try setting those goals &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for what if will make of you to achieve them&lt;/span&gt;, instead just wishing for money to fall off the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be smarter, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try reading one book a week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be rich, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay yourself first&lt;/span&gt;- save before you start spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think rich people are rich? And smart people are smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descartes said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think, therefore I am&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think like a rich person, you will be one.&lt;br /&gt;If you think like a smart person, you'll probably read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest value in life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not what you get&lt;/span&gt;, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what you become&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8pYIEg9JI/AAAAAAAACzs/LnIvMxhAssI/s1600-h/3403_farmer_strw_hat_1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8pYIEg9JI/AAAAAAAACzs/LnIvMxhAssI/s320/3403_farmer_strw_hat_1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314011579780494482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a farmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sow the seeds, be patient, invest in time, money, effort in order to harvest. Read more if you have to, go for classes to improve your skills, learn a new language etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8pXtdv03I/AAAAAAAACzk/d7yoWEEyJKI/s1600-h/soldier-silhouette.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8pXtdv03I/AAAAAAAACzk/d7yoWEEyJKI/s320/soldier-silhouette.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314011572638569330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adopt a Yes Sir attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ask Why? If your General assigns you to a task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8uW7e6InI/AAAAAAAACz0/mVXALtMlX2s/s1600-h/athlete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8uW7e6InI/AAAAAAAACz0/mVXALtMlX2s/s320/athlete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314017056779805298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be an athlete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You aspire to run for a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;So stick to that. Don't go playing badminton one day, tennis the next, and football. Commit to one for a while, and finish the race. Once you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; the race, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; it.&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/8203593695193738810-4532621360393385714?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4532621360393385714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/4532621360393385714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/farmer-soldier-and-athlete.html' title='a farmer, a soldier, and an athlete'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sb8pYIEg9JI/AAAAAAAACzs/LnIvMxhAssI/s72-c/3403_farmer_strw_hat_1020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-7538942456404094578</id><published>2009-03-11T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:57:31.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>spring called and invited the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2TSGi8XI/AAAAAAAACzA/rVJK7L1QPPA/s1600-h/PIC_02195+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2TSGi8XI/AAAAAAAACzA/rVJK7L1QPPA/s400/PIC_02195+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311773990411497842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a beautiful morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2UT_oV8I/AAAAAAAACzY/N4KeVN23I50/s1600-h/PIC_02211+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2UT_oV8I/AAAAAAAACzY/N4KeVN23I50/s400/PIC_02211+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311774008099231682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the couch; waiting for my ride to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2T9o_U4I/AAAAAAAACzQ/afDnkJ2OOQ8/s1600-h/PIC_02210+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2T9o_U4I/AAAAAAAACzQ/afDnkJ2OOQ8/s400/PIC_02210+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311774002098688898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great magazines for day dreamers like me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2TnvDoCI/AAAAAAAACzI/NdeMCl5twRY/s1600-h/PIC_02199+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2TnvDoCI/AAAAAAAACzI/NdeMCl5twRY/s400/PIC_02199+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311773996218556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we laugh,&lt;br /&gt;we cry, and we live our lives,&lt;br /&gt;and we love, and we love and we love,&lt;br /&gt;and it comes &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mS0aNydXvo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;back to us&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-kina grannis-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7538942456404094578?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7538942456404094578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8203593695193738810/posts/default/7538942456404094578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuptownlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-called-and-invited-sun.html' title='spring called and invited the sun'/><author><name>theuptownlife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_JJQzkw6I/AAAAAAAAC2k/LbbDSOdHBOk/S220/_MG_3902.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sbc2TSGi8XI/AAAAAAAACzA/rVJK7L1QPPA/s72-c/PIC_02195+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
