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I hope you like it.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ruminatingmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ruminatingmuse.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Idea Person</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RuminatingMuse" /><feedburner:info uri="ruminatingmuse" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBQXs9cSp7ImA9Wx5TEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453779725005333981.post-4666316291012447674</id><published>2010-07-25T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:25:50.569+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T18:25:50.569+08:00</app:edited><title>Nobody's Friend</title><content type="html">Its been ages since I wrote a poem. Sitting here in this exceedingly noisy and crowded starbucks, thought I&amp;#39;d write a few lines.&lt;p&gt;Nobody&amp;#39;s Friend&lt;p&gt;I died today. Finally I am dead.&lt;br&gt;T&amp;#39;was a relief. I&amp;#39;m nobody&amp;#39;s friend. &lt;br&gt;Nobody misses me. Nobody cries.&lt;br&gt;Nobody whispers a few parting sighs.&lt;p&gt;Amongst all that rabble and all that noise,&lt;br&gt;I am so invisible, I cannot deny.&lt;br&gt;Youth and age all around,  &lt;br&gt;but not a soul I could found.&lt;p&gt;Was I truly once alive?&lt;br&gt;I do not know, was it really a life.&lt;br&gt;But its done, I am dead.&lt;br&gt;Mercifully there are no regrets.&lt;p&gt;One, two, three, four, breathe dammit, breathe.&lt;br&gt;Blue sky, floating clouds, a white light, and open eyes.&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s alive, she&amp;#39;s alive he cried.&lt;br&gt;Or maybe it was a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/TByPrfMu8oI/AAAAAAAABRU/xOYdvFQpj7c/s1600/19062010768-705181.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484416423502475906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/TByPrfMu8oI/AAAAAAAABRU/xOYdvFQpj7c/s320/19062010768-705181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing much to say about the cafe, there are only 5 to 6 tables, with no great atmosphere. But the coffee is good and the delicate cakes and pastries on display look extremely enticing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/TByPqz3lNRI/AAAAAAAABRM/mihIscM8Jtw/s1600/19062010766-702824.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484416411871032594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/TByPqz3lNRI/AAAAAAAABRM/mihIscM8Jtw/s320/19062010766-702824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being in one of the largest shopping malls in Hong Kong and probably South-East Asia, its quite crowded, and the location is good. I guess the Habitu Ristorante adjacent has a better ambience and much better fare.&lt;br /&gt;
If you have been busy walking around this vast mall, then chancing upon this little cafe is a welcome relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Toast Box, a chain cafe with Malaysian style food, cafe and teh. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/TBttpe8WjMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/7GPzxca9oN0/s1600/18062010763-756809.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484097530701974722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/TBttpe8WjMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/7GPzxca9oN0/s320/18062010763-756809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The place is quaint, with wooden stools and tables reminiscent of old Malaysian coffee shops. &lt;br /&gt;
The food is straight out of roadside food stalls in Malaysia, things like Kaya with butter, a thick, toasted slice of bread. Kopi O - nanyang black coffee, Teh - Nanyang milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;
The food and drinks are okay. Coffee not really upto standard, atleast not as thick  as what you get in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;
People who are not from the Indian Peninsula or from Malaysia are left fascinated by the chef's tea swirling acrobatics, where he pours tea from a large cup high up in the air, and catches it as it pours into another cup.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S7nbT7ESdqI/AAAAAAAABQk/z-VtJPc8p40/s1600/05042010579-703263.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456633558855743138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S7nbT7ESdqI/AAAAAAAABQk/z-VtJPc8p40/s320/05042010579-703263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There nestled behind the bakery, is this small coffee shop, Steinburg Corner. Its not great coffee or anything, but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;
Nice music, nice atmosphere, and the best part, a coffee shop not crowded in Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S7nbUcgxipI/AAAAAAAABQs/L5OO5QebX18/s1600/05042010580-704892.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456633567833590418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S7nbUcgxipI/AAAAAAAABQs/L5OO5QebX18/s320/05042010580-704892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess that's what I liked about it the most, it wasn't noisy. In a city overflowing with humans, a bit of breathing space where you can have coffee. &lt;br /&gt;
I don't know much about Guangzhou, I am sure there must be lots of other places that are more peaceful, but this is the first place I found in my 4-5 trips to Guangzhou, where I could sip my coffee peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm, I just changed my seat and moved to one closer to the entrance. A definite no-no. There are some very cosy sofas at the end of the cafe, and that's definitely the place to sit at.&lt;br /&gt;
I better get a move on, got a train to catch, and my daughter's sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Food in different coloured plates passes by in front of you and you pick up whatever you fancy to eat. The colour of the plate indicates how much it costs.&lt;p&gt;So we started off with some sushi - small mounds of steamed rice topped with thinly sliced raw fish meat, like salmon, followed with some tempura - deep fried shrimps, sweet potatoes, and fish in a mild batter, all dipped in  some wasabi covered with soy sauce.&lt;p&gt;When you start off with wasabi, it doesn&amp;#39;t look spicy, and I guess you can&amp;#39;t really describe it as spicy. You know exactly when you have too much wasabi on your sushi, there is a burning sensation from your nose down to your throat.&lt;p&gt;I know some people who enjoy eating Sashimi - thin slices of raw fish meat, without wasabi, but I am not one for all this natural food. I need my spices and sauces.&lt;p&gt;The restaurant had private rooms as well, so after sometime we decided to move into one of them to enjoy our meal in a bit more privacy.&lt;p&gt;You have these little rooms made completely of wood. You remove your footwear before entering the room and sit on the wooden floor to eat. Unfortunately the Chinese are not used to eating sitting on the floor, so instead there is a cavity in the middle of the floor, making the entire floor into a sort of wooden bench wrapped around a table.&lt;p&gt;The food was nice, ambience even better. I especially enjoyed sitting in the room and eating. It has quite a unique feeling. A few steps away are the madding crowd in the restaurant, while you cosily sit in your own private room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S4D7xSrLpFI/AAAAAAAABNk/1_H8o4RtZBU/s1600-h/21022010516-761085.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440625174108677202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S4D7xSrLpFI/AAAAAAAABNk/1_H8o4RtZBU/s320/21022010516-761085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing here in Hong Kong, outside the Louis Vuitton store, I am missing him. I am sure he would agree in me calling Louis Vuitton's patrons 'Filthy Rich Beggars'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You can see from the snaps the long queue of people waiting to enter the store.  Louis Vuitton doesn't like a crowd in its store, or to sell too much to any single customer. That's right, from what I have heard a single person can buy not more than 3 handbags at a given time, and apparently Louis Vuitton doesn't allow more than 50 patrons in its store at any given time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S4D7w3b5gcI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yrs1KlwTQkA/s1600-h/21022010517-758702.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440625166796816834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S4D7w3b5gcI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yrs1KlwTQkA/s320/21022010517-758702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine standing in a queue for at least 45 minutes, to enter a loud and obnoxious brand store, only to be allowed to buy not more than 3 handbags, with each bag costing nothing less than US$5,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What deplorable conditions these Rich Beggars live in. Can there be an equal to their suffering! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S4D7wQUcKyI/AAAAAAAABNU/AYXrBWG-_48/s1600-h/21022010518-756383.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440625156296551202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S4D7wQUcKyI/AAAAAAAABNU/AYXrBWG-_48/s320/21022010518-756383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But you have got to hand it to Louis Vuitton. Its taken one design for the past how many years, and hashed it and rehashed and sold it to thousands of the poor, gullible millionaires who throng to its stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As I stand outside the store on this cold winter day, I hope Louis Vuitton will take into consideration the sufferings of its patrons, who wait outside in the freezing cold for a chance to open their wallets and burn their money in a desperate offering to appease the brand Gods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The atmosphere is really cosy and the staff is extremely attentive. Its a nice change from all those chain coffee shops with their mannequins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Its definitely worth a visit, though the smell of roasting beans can be a bit strong for some people. &lt;br /&gt;
Its best to come here on an off time like before mid-day or after 8 pm, cause otherwise its tough getting a seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;All in all it gets 5 stars from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S35ZPr1yqdI/AAAAAAAABNI/idvVx5DjQYU/s1600-h/19022010501-782451.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439883525911390674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/S35ZPr1yqdI/AAAAAAAABNI/idvVx5DjQYU/s320/19022010501-782451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This is ridiculous. Author Adrian Jacob had written a story of a wizard back in 1987, which was published. The author is dead now, but his estate is suing JK Rowling for plagiarism &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8522291.stm"&gt;suing JK Rowling for plagiarism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought let me check it out. So i found the website for this book &lt;a href="http://www.willythewizard.com/"&gt;Willy the Wizard&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willythewizard.com/wpimages/wpc5ef85ce_0f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.willythewizard.com/wpimages/wpc5ef85ce_0f.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They have excerpts from his book on the site and to highlight similarities they have titled these excerpts (based on the theme of the excerpt) so that you can seek similarities between Harry Potter and this book.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that is as far as the similarities go. &lt;br /&gt;
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The concepts of flying wizards and wizard tournaments. There is nothing new in it. Several writers have written books on similar themes. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is not plagiarism. All you need to do is take one look at the excerpts to realize that those sort of lines don't ever appear in any Harry Potter book. The author Adrian Jacob's themes and concepts were good, but he clearly lacked writing skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is a sample of an extract titled "Apparently Headless Aristocrat in Great Hall" which is aimed at us seeking similarities with "Nearly Headless Nick" i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="Normal-P"&gt;&lt;span class="Normal-C"&gt;‘Silence, mes amis! For his excellency Duke Wizard Louis Dix-&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Sept.’ On to the large     stage there came a magnificent carriage drawn by two large green panthers. They were     awesome. Silence echoed around the hall. The carriage had been built with huge nugget     diamonds……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Normal-C"&gt;………... Wizard Duke Louis emerged from the carriage. On each shoulder there perched     a magnificent cockatoo. The colour impact was startling. One was a brilliant orange     and the other was a shining black. But Willy was amazed. Where was his highness’s     head! He could see the cockatoos but no head. …………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As for the rest, this case clearly looks like a publicity gimmick to get people to buy this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wonder, by writing this post am I actually helping these guys sell that book? I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Before considering anything, I guess people should read the excerpts listed on the site. I know its made sure that I would never buy that book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had almost lost interest in blogging, but sine I started using Google Buzz today, I thought why not restart blogging.&lt;br /&gt;
This time too I am writing about Starbucks. Nothing about the coffee. Actually I didn't even drink a cup here. This post is all about the place.&lt;br /&gt;
What a location. Situated on I don't know which floor of i-Square in Tsim Sha Tsui, you sit facing a huge glass wall, and you are sitting bang opposite Holiday Inn. &lt;br /&gt;
Seating is a bit unusual, with some real retro seats that are placed for you to look out unto this human river, raging through Nathan Road.&lt;br /&gt;
What can I say. I wish I'd drunk the coffee to comment on it, but then Starbucks coffee is Starbucks coffee, pretty much the same everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing fancy. Just plain old coffee, which in most of today's coffee shops would be a cafe latte.&lt;p&gt;For me drinking coffee at a coffee shop is like how it is with people who go for a pint at the pub. But unlike Frasier Crane and his brother Niles, I know nothing about different types of coffees, their beans, their roasts. For me Columbia is a South American country, and Java is in Indonesia.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My love for coffee drinking in coffee shops led me to think, why don't I chronicle it. The thought has been there for ages, but this would be my first attempt at writing it down. Its not nearly as much about the coffee or the coffee shop, but rather about how I feel, while I sit and sip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its my second day in Hong Kong after nearly a year's break, and its my second cup of coffee. The first was at a Mc Cafe, and the one I have had just now was at the Starbucks on Hankow Rd., towards the back of the Peninsula hotel and the YMCA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a Saturday afternoon and crowds are expected, but then it doesn't matter which day of the week it is, Starbucks in Hong Kong are always full. Its no wonder that Starbucks Profits are better here than in the US, and they are spending so much in Asia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Stmor2I9DKI/AAAAAAAABIE/v2EZsO89nSk/s1600-h/17102009309-778957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Stmor2I9DKI/AAAAAAAABIE/v2EZsO89nSk/s320/17102009309-778957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393527499973790882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The crowd in this Starbucks looked more like the one at a fish market. A constantly moving crowd. All the tables are full, and those who can't get a seat, don't bother waiting more than a few minutes, before they decide to walk out with their cups of manna from Starbucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This being Tsim Sha Tsui , the crowd is a mix of locals, with a huge helping of foreign tourists. It sounds like a silly term 'foreign tourists', but then the largest group of tourists in HK are from the Mainland, and you don't find too many of them spending time at a coffee shop, when its the sights and shopping they are after. The coffee shop culture is gradually permeating into China, but it will take time to be in the lines of HK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its very tough to distinguish between two Starbucks. They all look and feel so similar that to have a single memory that points to one particular is difficult. The difference more often than not, are the people. The ones who work there, and those that are its patrons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, most Starbucks employees look and behave the same across different outlets, like they have been programmed. But every now and then, you will see a genuine smile, a grateful acknowledgement of a patron's thanks, a helping hand holding open the door for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This particular Starbuck's employees look a harried lot. Way too many customers to support with just two counters. But ever now and then across those programmed hellos and smiles, a genuine regard for the customer's well being is visible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This cafe is in an interesting location. With two of its walls being complete floor-to-ceiling glass walls, you look out on to an ever changing scene of people from all walks of life passing by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have some time to laze in the afternoon during weekdays, its a nice place to hangout, take a break and smell the roses as you watch Hong Kong life walk by in a frenzy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So until next time, have some more coffee :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Sherlock Holmes</title><content type="html">Ok, this really isn't a comparison. Poirot for me will always be the best detective in fiction, period. Holmes is good, but he lacks certain of Poirot's skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes is more like Giraud who is the French police officer in some of Poirot's books. In Murder on the Links, Agatha Christie has created a character very similar to Holmes. This book gives a great point of reference to understand the characters of Holmes and Poirot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Poirot, it is always about the gray cells. C'est magnifique, le gray cells. His power of deduction doesn't require him to run helter skelter. He doesn't need to know the thousand different types of cigarette ashes that are there in the world. He doesn't tell you that the murderer was 6 ft 2 inches tall by looking at the spacing between footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it is with Poirot, is psychology. He was ahead of his times. If there existed a real detective who was like Hercule Poirot during the time that Poirot the character existed, then he would have been laughed at by his peers.&lt;br /&gt;But enfin, it is psychology which plays a crucial role in detection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is amazing about Hercule Poirot is that, his understanding (Agatha Christie's understanding of course) of the human mind is so apt. When you sit down and read any of those books, each of those characters could have been someone real. It sometimes gives you a chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poirot demonstrates that anybody given the right circumstance, the right situation, the need, has the ability to murder. However it boils down to the individual choosing the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is one of those Poirot books which leaves you with mixed feelings. You wish both that you hadn't read it, and glad that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point of why Poirot is the one for me, is the genuine affection he has for Captain Hastings.  He may pull Hastings leg, and scold him sometimes, but it doesn't make you feel bad for Hastings. With Holmes and Watson, sometimes you felt like Watson was being ridiculed. Ofcourse when it comes to affection, Holmes doesn't portray as much a love for his friend as Poirot does for Hastings. But then again Holmes was English, whereas Poirot was from Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the above sounds like a stereotype, but I have seen the English to be much aloof in comparison to other Europeans in fiction. However from personal experience, the Englishmen that I know have been great fun, generous, open hearted and the exact opposite of aloof. Pete, that's you mate. You changed my entire impression of what an Englishman is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Poirot, on a concluding point, the glint in his green eyes takes the cake, cause you know that he has figured it all out when those green eyes shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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There was a time when someone asked you what you are doing and you said you were in software, people gave this look like you are probably earning by the millions. Anyone outside this industry felt that if you were in software, you were an upcoming Bill Gates. &lt;p&gt;Since last year, if you say you are in software, the first thing people ask is, 'so is the software market dying?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It takes me quite some time to explain to them that it is not the case. I point out to them how software is entering more and more into our lives. Just look around you, and you are bound to find something or the other running on some well developed code. Your TV, your iPod, your car, you'll find software everywhere. Heck, if you have those smart switches in your house, then even your lights run on software.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But few if any of these people believe my explanation. You can't blame them. Not when the software industry's behaviour is the real culprit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Microsoft, Yahoo, IBM, Infosys, even Google, and a host of other software companies all of them have been firing hundred's and thousand's of people. What impression does it give to the world? That the software industry is dying! But that is'nt the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A large number of people being fired are the excess staff that these companies have. Most of these companies keep such bloated figures so that it reflects in the company's growth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When times were good, profit margins were high, and the companies could afford staff on bench. Now its not the case.&lt;br /&gt;From personal experience, I would say an 80:20 ratio exists. 80% of the work is done by 20% of the employees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most software companies have a large pool of resources who don't have enough training or skills, so as not to be expendable in a recession world.  They are the first in line when it comes to layoffs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like software keeps getting updated from one version to the next, we need to update our skills. Or else we will be obsolete. It reminds me of the story of the grasshopper and the ants. If in the good times we don't work hard, then when the time's bad, we would be down for the count.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though a large part of the blame on layoffs lie with companies, there are some who still care about their employees. I worked for a Chinese company with over 4000 staff, which last year decided that all staff at a managerial grade or above will forego 1 months salary and their pay raise would be frozen for a year. I did'nt hear of a single layoff in this company, though I bet it had a lot of employees whose skills were obsolete. Just that the company gave them a chance to update themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the main  point, 'Is software dying?'&lt;br /&gt;Not a chance. The software market is going to continue growing, perhaps at a little slower pace for sometime, but this growth is long term. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I do hope is that the industry learns from its mistakes. Cause a hell of a lot of them could have been avoided even this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Especially for entrepreneurs who try to start out with limited capital, Open Source gives them a lot of tools to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest hindrance to using Open Source is Documentation. The best way to describe it is that, it Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Having been a technical writer, I know how software developers write. They may write beautiful code, but a vast majority of them think documenting the software and writing code are one and the same. Some of them forget to realize that one is for an inanimate object and the other is for humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-ePW-SI/AAAAAAAABFY/_pt2YoQVNVg/s1600-h/drupal.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-ePW-SI/AAAAAAAABFY/_pt2YoQVNVg/s320/drupal.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692964424349986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-a4YNeI/AAAAAAAABFg/yci865WpSs8/s1600-h/firefox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-a4YNeI/AAAAAAAABFg/yci865WpSs8/s320/firefox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692963522655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-srBp8I/AAAAAAAABFo/mUKVP4a5L7s/s1600-h/filezilla.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-srBp8I/AAAAAAAABFo/mUKVP4a5L7s/s320/filezilla.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692968298489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-nINhXI/AAAAAAAABFw/Bbw4siz1P4M/s1600-h/inkscape.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1eUWEVAut8/Sg-9-nINhXI/AAAAAAAABFw/Bbw4siz1P4M/s320/inkscape.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336692966810289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Open Source and the community that drives it. OpenOffice, Firefox, Thunderbird, Moodle, Drupal, Filezilla, Paint.Net, great products each of them. The community that has developed these needs to be thanked and praised. But this community has a serious need for some technical writers to join it and for the development community to accept technical writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound silly, but a great number of developers have no respect for technical writers and vice versa. We need to break down this barrier.&lt;br /&gt;From a developer's point of view, they see the tech writer as the guy who criticizes their work and then writes about it.&lt;br /&gt;The tech writer on the other hand doesn't understand why the software is so user unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;Bad documentation is a problem for all software companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am moving off topic.&lt;br /&gt;I have criticized a lot of people here, but someone I've missed out is me. Heck I know tech writing and I haven't contributed anything as yet to the open source community. Its time I pulled up my socks and put in some effort in help making open source more usable. So that's my goal for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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