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reflection, where all memories, good and bad, will turn from ashes to dust, as time goes by ....</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><title>A Teeny Weeny Bit Of Good News</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a teeny weeny bit of good news at work today. After our usual weekly departmental meeting, my boss asked to speak with me, regarding the upcoming departmental conference in May. He said by right because I am still not confirmed, they normally do not allow those still on probation to go, but since they feel I have shown improvement and have a positive attitude, they are letting me go for the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! This is so exciting! However, can I not be told earlier? Today was the deadline to confirm the air tickets, and if I was not allowed to go, then what? I would have to cancel everything - the tickets, the accommodation, the registration. But luckily everything turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after about four months in the company, my efforts seem to have paid off and I am at least getting a bit of recognition for my work done instead of put-downs! Hopefully after this I can be confirmed, but on the other hand, if this is the case, why not just confirm me earlier? I guess I cannot hope for much now, just have to take one step at a time!&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/13231227-625033524016520400?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/Y21gNH1FIDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/625033524016520400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=625033524016520400&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/625033524016520400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/625033524016520400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/Y21gNH1FIDY/teeny-weeny-bit-of-good-news.html" title="A Teeny Weeny Bit Of Good News" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/teeny-weeny-bit-of-good-news.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHQHY-fCp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-5679525856772212345</id><published>2011-03-28T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:05:31.854+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T15:05:31.854+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human And Society" /><title>Lost And Never Found</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dear lost his bag on Saturday. We were in a cab on our way home (as in my place) around seven in the evening, when he realised he left his bag in the cab after we reached home. I was actually quite upset, as I had told him time and again to take care of his things properly, but he is still so absent-minded. He ever left something of mine in a cab before, and had to go around the whole island looking for that and called the cab company for that, but luckily the cab driver was very nice and came back to my place to pass me the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried calling the cab company, but because it was Saturday night and we did not note down the number since it was a flag-down and not an advance call, we had to lodge a report. The main office was closed and I was told we had to wait until the cabbie brought the bag in as lost-and-found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a few days now, and nothing has come in. I called the cab company again and I was told no one has lodged any report on any missing item. We tried telling them part of the cabbie's name and described the cab, but was told they could not do anything without the cab number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a service! And people seem to be so dishonest, we have this feeling that someone took the cab after us, saw the bag and could easily just took it for themselves since it looked quite new and many people would like the brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we just happened to be unlucky. Serves him right! Let's hope after this, he finally knows how to take care of his own things without the need to be constantly reminded!&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/13231227-5679525856772212345?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/9Jd8LtrRPy4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5679525856772212345/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=5679525856772212345&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/5679525856772212345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/5679525856772212345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/9Jd8LtrRPy4/lost-and-never-found.html" title="Lost And Never Found" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-and-never-found.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINSXc-fip7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-8036727490668361799</id><published>2011-03-26T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:56:38.956+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T14:56:38.956+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings" /><title>Will There Ever Be An Alien Invasion?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is something I am always wondering about - do aliens really exist? Will there ever be an alien invasion, or do aliens already walk amongst us? After all the Star Wars, Alien series, Transformers, Star Trek, X-Files, one cannot help but wonder, how much of those are fact and how much are fiction? Afterall, do people really have such great imaginations that they can come up with such vivid descriptions of creatures from outer space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If aliens do exist, which planet do they come from? What do they look like? Are they a lot like us, or will they come and harm us? Will they evolve and take us as slaves, or will they be predators and we are their preys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all unanswered questions, and till now, no one has actually come up with anything satisfactory or to put people's minds at ease whether there are living things in outer space. Afterall, the entire universe is so big, who is to say there definitely are no other living creatures in space? Perhaps Earth itself is considered a "newbie", and there may be many other creatures in space with much more advanced technology than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if there ever is an alien invasion? What will happen to us? Is the end of the world coming then when that happens? I guess no one can ever know.&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/13231227-8036727490668361799?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/-VJ9lchP7GQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8036727490668361799/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=8036727490668361799&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/8036727490668361799?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/8036727490668361799?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/-VJ9lchP7GQ/will-there-ever-be-alien-invasion.html" title="Will There Ever Be An Alien Invasion?" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/will-there-ever-be-alien-invasion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DQHwzfyp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-2787293691135680108</id><published>2011-03-25T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:46:11.287+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T14:46:11.287+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community Service" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>Charity Movie Event</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today my company organised a charity movie event for its adopted charity - &lt;a href="http://www.clubrainbow.org/"&gt;Club Rainbow&lt;/a&gt;. Those of us who were attending were released from work early and we went to the cinema to catch the show with the kids. We were told we could claim for cab fares and there was also a free bucket of popcorn and a Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the special screening of "Rango", the tale of a lizard who became a hero and saved the rest of the lizards in some old Western town when their water supply runs out. Johnny Depp voiced the main lizard character, and besides the animation and all the characters happen to be lizards, the action and story line is actually quite similar to the recent "Cowboys and Aliens" that I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not normally the kind of movie I would watch, but since it is for charity and a company initiative, I do not mind. At least the kids had a great time, due to all the childish laughter going around!&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/13231227-2787293691135680108?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/6iLN5yPKObQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2787293691135680108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=2787293691135680108&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/2787293691135680108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/2787293691135680108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/6iLN5yPKObQ/charity-movie-event.html" title="Charity Movie Event" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/charity-movie-event.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECR3s9cCp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-5194423485445105043</id><published>2011-03-24T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:41:06.568+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T14:41:06.568+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><title>A Day Of Company Training</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the company-wide training, conducted by my General Counsel and my boss the Senior Legal Counsel. The first part was on the updates to global compliance, which I am handling, and the second part was on the administration and submission on compliance reports when it comes to sending healthcare professionals for events or sponsorship. Since this is an American company involved in healthcare and medical products, our head office has a firm stand on what can be done and what cannot be done when it comes to the sponsoring of healthcare professionals so we would not be liable for any bribery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendance was quite a disappointment. Those that really needed to attend did not attend. They were busy with other work like trying to bring in sales and marketing things. It was a very fruitful session, but unfortunately, those who did not attend simply missed out on what went on and would go back doing the same things and making the same mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel for my bosses. They took the time out of their busy schedules to talk to the staff about new updates and legal regulations and compliance issues, yet people did not bother taking the time out to attend and listen. No doubt they are busy, but everyone else is just as busy, yet they could just take time out for the time to attend. Would it not be better to take the time to attend the training, so people know what is needed to be done and cut down on mistakes made? Would it not be a bigger waste of time if things keep getting rejected due to the same kinds of mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those who missed would not ask for any form of make-up lessons, because I do not think my General Counsel would entertain them since he has already taken the time out to do this. If people do not wish to make the effort, why should we then bend over backwards for them?&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/13231227-5194423485445105043?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/5sAkd2dpXR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5194423485445105043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=5194423485445105043&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/5194423485445105043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/5194423485445105043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/5sAkd2dpXR0/day-of-company-training.html" title="A Day Of Company Training" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-of-company-training.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHRnc4fCp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-5013477937426470538</id><published>2011-03-23T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:30:37.934+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T14:30:37.934+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><title>Manual Labour!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I had to stay in office to do "manual labour". Tomorrow is our company-wide training, which slides I have been working on for the weekend, so today my colleague and I stayed back to expand and combine the few meeting rooms into one big town hall, as well as carry and arrange the chairs out and put them in neat rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, we are not supposed to be doing this as it is not within our job scopes. Normally there will be an external vendor coming in for this, but our General Counsel is not in favour of spending money, hence asked us to do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent about a couple of hours rolling the shutters and dividers, pulling the chairs, arranging them properly, ensuring the powerpoint program is working, and stacking the furniture together. Some of our colleagues took pity on us and helped us shift. How nice of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to our places, another nice surprise came. One of our colleagues wrote to our General Counsel, explaining to him that he saw us shifting the furniture in the rooms and said it was tedious work, so requested for the vendors to come in for just a couple of hours at the end of the training tomorrow to shift everything back, so we would not need to be the ones shifting back! Wow.. he is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great news? Our General Counsel agreed! Thank goodness for good and kind colleagues around that makes my working life easier and much more bearable!&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/13231227-5013477937426470538?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/gSdHkMcNHPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5013477937426470538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=5013477937426470538&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/5013477937426470538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/5013477937426470538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/gSdHkMcNHPw/manual-labour.html" title="Manual Labour!" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/manual-labour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGSH08cSp7ImA9WhRUFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-4104931155318313106</id><published>2011-03-22T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:18:49.379+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T14:18:49.379+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jewellery" /><title>My "Playboy" Earrings</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was clearing my stash of jewellery and came across these! Cute right? For the life of me, I have no idea where these came from as although I buy lots of necklaces, I do not normally buy earrings due to my sensitive skin, and since I normally wear earrings for long periods of time without taking them out, I tend to get those that are pure gold or silver or nickel-free. Thus, most of my earrings are given by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for an occasion to wear these! Unfortunately, these are the kind of earrings that I can only wear for a day and take out after that, to be replaced by my usual sensitive-skin earrings that I wear to prevent my holes from closing up. Now I have to see what attire fits these!&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/-H6nX-0MjCdU/Tm3wf8hv2CI/AAAAAAAAKBY/yTfwuZ0FeNo/s1600/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6nX-0MjCdU/Tm3wf8hv2CI/AAAAAAAAKBY/yTfwuZ0FeNo/s400/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651437539034126370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the playboy bunnies?&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/13231227-4104931155318313106?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/dEewqzxxo2A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4104931155318313106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=4104931155318313106&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/4104931155318313106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/4104931155318313106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/dEewqzxxo2A/my-playboy-earrings.html" title="My &quot;Playboy&quot; Earrings" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6nX-0MjCdU/Tm3wf8hv2CI/AAAAAAAAKBY/yTfwuZ0FeNo/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-playboy-earrings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFQ349eyp7ImA9WhRUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-2392320060082701298</id><published>2011-03-22T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:50:12.063+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:50:12.063+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>A Year And A Half</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was his birthday, and the day before was our year and a half anniversary, so today we went to this beachside shack that he has always loved for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is pretty cosy. We were supposedly given the "best" table of the restaurant. However, I do not think our table is that good because even though the table supposedly had sea view, the trees around us were blocking us from seeing anything. Besides it was at night, so all I could see was darkness and shadows of trees, even though the sea breeze was pretty nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a communal set for two, and I had already said it was a birthday celebration, there was also alcohol and a mini dessert cake. However, the food itself was not that great, and for such food and view, the price was pretty expensive indeed. &lt;a href="http://epicureanhaven.blogspot.com/2011/03/review-1-twenty-six.html"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt; for a more detailed review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, what matters is the ambience and the company. As long as he is happy and loves it, that is all that matters. Happy birthday, darling, and happy "anniversary"! Looking forward to more celebrations with you!&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/13231227-2392320060082701298?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/uQJLGoTzvZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2392320060082701298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=2392320060082701298&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/2392320060082701298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/2392320060082701298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/uQJLGoTzvZk/year-and-half.html" title="A Year And A Half" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/year-and-half.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcAQnk4cCp7ImA9WhRUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-376879099777105694</id><published>2011-03-21T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:50:43.738+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:50:43.738+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><title>Working On Training Materials</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot believe I spent the whole weekend working on training materials! There is a compliance training coming up in a few days' time, and I had to review the previous slides and update and incorporate the new training slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a chore because I do not have most of the materials with me and can only do the slides according to what I know and remember. Besides, I had to use the company-approved slide designs to do the slides, and not any others. It is hard to incorporate, link and still ensure the slides are eye-catching and drive the messages across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right I should not be spending so much time working on a weekend, but after all the reprimands and warnings I got from my boss, I better be a slave to my company and work 24/7 to make sure they are satisfied. What a life! I wonder how many more there are to come!&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/13231227-376879099777105694?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/JfoGm-Ig3Cw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/376879099777105694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=376879099777105694&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/376879099777105694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/376879099777105694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/JfoGm-Ig3Cw/working-on-training-materials.html" title="Working On Training Materials" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-on-training-materials.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BR3c6fCp7ImA9WhRUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-6833764080614697538</id><published>2011-03-16T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:14:16.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:14:16.914+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human And Society" /><title>Disappointing Day Back At Work</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is one of the most disappointing days at work. I was away for two days for training, and back at work today, I was reprimanded by not meeting deadlines and not being committed enough to the job. I was upset and bewildered over what happened, when I realised because of the fact that I was away, and had no access to any emails since I left my laptop back in the office, some people sent some documents straight to my General Counsel, saying that I did not reply to them and the case was urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, my boss was not happy with the fact that while &lt;a href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/02/physical-or-electronic-filing.html"&gt;undergoing the work training and brainstorming session two weeks back&lt;/a&gt;, I was half checking emails at the same time. But that was because I had so many urgent matters to take care of, hence I was checking the emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even compared to my predecessor, saying she won the Employee of the Year every year ever since she joined. Yes, I know she was good, I know she did a lot, but I do not think it is fair to compare this way, because everyone has their own working style, and I needed some time to adjust completely. I may have experience but still, things are quite different here than in my previous company, so I really need some time to ensure everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so disappointed because ever since I joined, I felt I had done my best. In fact, I had been busier than ever as compared to my previous work places, and I tried to learn as much as I can. Yet two weeks back, I was told I &lt;a href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/02/confirmation-meeting.html"&gt;would not be confirmed&lt;/a&gt;, simply because I do not meet up to the standards, as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is the standard? Why not tell me exactly what they need instead of telling me that I do not meet up? If I am really doing anything wrong, why not let me know instead of asking me to figure it out for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot lose another job, especially since this is one that is giving me so many opportunities from before! But if this goes on, even if I do not leave, I may just be asked to leave. Then what? How shall I tell any potential employer or headhunter the reason I left after just a few months? What will that look on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I seriously need some peace and quiet to pray and seek help on what to do and where to go from here!&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/13231227-6833764080614697538?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/afE-8_o4KM0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6833764080614697538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=6833764080614697538&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/6833764080614697538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/6833764080614697538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/afE-8_o4KM0/disappointing-day-back-at-work.html" title="Disappointing Day Back At Work" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointing-day-back-at-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHRHg_eSp7ImA9WhRUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-4998358625348387035</id><published>2011-03-15T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:22:15.641+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T11:22:15.641+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><title>Writing Better Emails And Letters</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past two days, I was at one of the British Council learning centres attending a course entitled "Writing Better Emails and Letters". This course is sponsored by my company for those required and those interested. I was actually not required to go as this was not in my job scope, but I feel that this would help me in my work, and besides, how can I miss out on any writing course? Hence I signed up for this and my boss is kind enough to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course was for two full days, and it was really enriching! I have learnt a lot as well as realised the kinds of common mistakes many people made. The instructor himself is also a humorous and interesting guy, who injected zest and fun into the course to make it even livelier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the course, we were drilled on grammar and usage of the English language. The instructor told us that the email should be clear and concise, instead of the roundabout way people used to write. Hence, the main thing is : GET TO THE POINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also other common mistakes, like after the salutation, we should not be putting a comma (,), e.g. "Dear ___________," should be "Dear __________" and then start the email off. Long sentences should be avoided, and there should be a clear opening, body and closing. We should also end off a business email with "Your sincerely" or "Best Regards".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tip is that we should not be replying every email. Hence, things like "Noted" or "Noted with thanks" should be avoided as these are unnecessary. Even common things like "FYI", "FYA", "For your information please", "For your attention" should be avoided. Instead, we should send the email saying "This is for your record", or "This needs your attention and review".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other common mistake is when it comes to sub-paragraphs, there should not be a comma (,) or semi-colon (;) to separate them. Rather, just leaving a line between every sub-paragraph will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a role-play where we wrote out an email and marked each other's emails as an exercise, as well as charades where we had to communicate what we wanted to bring across to others in a clear and concise manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty good and enriching course. I really learnt a lot and found out the things I should not have been doing. Hopefully when I return to work tomorrow I can practise the new email techniques and improve!&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/13231227-4998358625348387035?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/l1Vv1r18-uQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4998358625348387035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=4998358625348387035&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/4998358625348387035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/4998358625348387035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/l1Vv1r18-uQ/writing-better-emails-and-letters.html" title="Writing Better Emails And Letters" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/writing-better-emails-and-letters.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBQng_eCp7ImA9WhdVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-6533738461421887504</id><published>2011-03-13T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:00:53.640+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T13:00:53.640+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Songs" /><title>Song Lyrics For Consideration</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always thought I have a special song list just to play during my wedding. The songs must be touching, sentimental, love songs and ballads that reflect the love both have for each other. Call me old-fashioned or whatnot, but I feel the old way of love is still better. People write letters, write songs, sing songs to dedicate to the loved one, and singing songs of true love and the true feelings, instead of the modern songs that are filled with nothing but lust and sex, with no meaningful lyrics anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know songs during my era, but I have always loved songs in the olden days, which others call the Golden Oldies. Songs by Frank Sinatra, for one, Bobby Goldsboro, BeeGees, Simon and Garfunkel, Collin Raye, The Beatles, even Abba. I am never one for heavy metal, disco or funky music as I find them too loud for me and makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I came across two songs which I may consider putting into the list - "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra (although there is a Michael Buble's version that is just as good and a tad more jazzy), as well as "I Only Want To Be With You" by Dusty Springfield. The former is perfect for slow-dancing, and the latter is so perfect for the theme. There are others of course, like "Time Of My Life" from the movie "Dirty Dancing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried loading the YouTube video here, but for some reason, it does not work. So let me share the lyrics here then, and you can see just how beautiful the lyrics are! The original music video is very good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Way You Look Tonight" (Frank Sinatra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When the world is cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There is nothing for me but to love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;With each word your tenderness grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tearing my fear apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It touches my foolish heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely ... Never,  ever change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep that breathless charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you please arrange it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mm,  Mm, Mm,  Mm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just the way you look to-night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I Only Want To Be With You" (Dusty Springfield)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't know what it is that makes me love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I only know I never want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause you've started something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That ever since we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You've had a hold on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It happens to be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It doesn't matter where you go or what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to spend each moment of the day with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, look what has happened with just one kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I never knew that I could be in love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's crazy but its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You stopped and smiled at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And asked if I'd care to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I fell into your open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I didn't stand a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now listen honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just want to be beside you everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As long as we're together, honey, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause you've started something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That ever since we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You've had a hold on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, oh, you stopped and you smiled at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And asked if I'd care to dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I fell into your open arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I didn't stand a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now hear me tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just want to be beside you everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As long as we're together, honey, I don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Cause you've started something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, can't you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That ever since we met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You've had a hold on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I only want to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I said no matter, no matter what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I only want to be with you&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/13231227-6533738461421887504?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/v61csk0PYhw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6533738461421887504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=6533738461421887504&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/6533738461421887504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/6533738461421887504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/v61csk0PYhw/song-lyrics-for-consideration.html" title="Song Lyrics For Consideration" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyrics-for-consideration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HR3o9fCp7ImA9WhdVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-1685490956173051270</id><published>2011-03-12T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:30:36.464+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T11:30:36.464+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Men And Sex" /><title>Another Manliness Quality!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And another reason why I love him! My friend is so distraught over her parents as she is still unable to contact them due to the Japan's earthquake and tsunami, when my dear said to change and go out. I was surprised because I was getting so cosy at home, when he said, "Let's go to your friend's place and accompany her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I heard that! It is really a day of double happiness! And we did go there, even though my friend went to stay with her grandmother, hence there was nobody at home when we went, but still, it was really something that he could even think of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... never have I found a guy who would do this on his own accord! None of the guys I know would ever do this for me! So whoever said he is not a real man? I think he is more of a man than all the other so-called man around who only know how to demean women! A real man is one who is not afraid to show their love and respect to the woman, without the need to show that he is in charge or in control! Those who want to show they are in charge or in control only show how lack of confidence they really are!&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/13231227-1685490956173051270?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/x9Dlsx61rv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/1685490956173051270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=1685490956173051270&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/1685490956173051270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/1685490956173051270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/x9Dlsx61rv0/another-manliness-quality.html" title="Another Manliness Quality!" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-manliness-quality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQHo9fCp7ImA9WhdVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-8895569490598279371</id><published>2011-03-12T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:58:51.464+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T17:58:51.464+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Asking For My Hand</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something wonderful happened at dinner tonight! We were sitting down for dinner with my parents, when my dear suddenly asked my parents if he can plan a future with me! I was so shocked that my jaw literally dropped, because he has not asked me, nor given any indication of anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were so happy that they gave their blessings immediately! I cannot believe this is happening, after all the failures and fiascos and false alarms, this is really happening! I kept pinching myself to see if I was dreaming, but I was not! Yes, this is really really happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on cloud nine now and very soon, I can have my dream of being part of a whole and having my own family. I really really love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. There is no ring yet though, because although my parents have agreed, he has no asked me officially yet, hence I have not given my consent. Although I believe we should be able to start planning something very soon!&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/13231227-8895569490598279371?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/91APwRka31U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8895569490598279371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=8895569490598279371&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/8895569490598279371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/8895569490598279371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/91APwRka31U/asking-for-my-hand.html" title="Asking For My Hand" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/asking-for-my-hand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EMSHk7eSp7ImA9WhdVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-2789036031895642136</id><published>2011-03-12T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:48:09.701+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T09:48:09.701+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flats" /><title>Attending A Resale Seminar</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We attended a resale seminar today at the main office of the Housing Development Board. Initially I thought this would help make my dream of owning my own home come true quicker, but after the seminar, I realise the rules and regulations are much more stringent than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, in order to get a place, one must have the appropriate finances. This does not mean our Central Provident Fund, but rather cash at hand, as resale flat values fluctuate, and the Cash On Valuation can cost between S$60,000.00 to S$100,000.00. Who in the world can have that kind of cash at hand? If I have, I would not even buy a resale flat, I can go buy a landed property or a private apartment already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, priority is given to married couples, or extended families. The age counts too, hence if a couple below the age of thirty apply for a flat, they can have a rebate of S$20,000.00 off the total purchase price. That is quite a good deal, but unfortunately, both of us do not qualify anymore. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, the amount of housing loan depends on the age and finances. So someone younger can have a longer loan tenure and someone older a shorter tenure. Hence for a couple with an average age of thirty-five, the loan tenure is twenty-five years the most, which means we have to come up with more cash on hand, and more monthly instalments, which ultimately eats into the total household income and expenses assuming our income do not increase until we retire. Which means the dream of a more spacious flat, a small car and a few kids cannot be manifested anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, the flat can only be owned by a joint name, in other words, husband and wife, father and son, mother and daughter, sister and brother. And each person can only be the owner and occupier of one flat. If we are to apply using just one name, we have to be thirty-five and above, and even then, we can only get a small flat and way low on the priority list. Our government really do not favour singles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, we need a maximum income, not minimum. We can only get a new flat if our incomes do not exceed S$8,000.00 combined, and an older flat from the housing board if our incomes do not exceed S$10,000.00 combined. Actually this does not really make sense, because our average incomes have increased. Assuming both are graduates, each of them are probably earning more than S$4,000.00, with the guy having more due to his stint in the army, and if combined together, may easily be above S$10,000.00. And this amount is too much for flats, yet too little for private property. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the resale seminar is pretty useful. I only wish there is something I can do to get my own dream home faster!&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/13231227-2789036031895642136?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/xgunQndb5YU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2789036031895642136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=2789036031895642136&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/2789036031895642136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/2789036031895642136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/xgunQndb5YU/attending-resale-seminar.html" title="Attending A Resale Seminar" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/attending-resale-seminar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCRn04eCp7ImA9WhdVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-6832075242948650353</id><published>2011-03-11T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:11:07.330+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T09:11:07.330+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natural Disasters" /><title>Ode To Japan</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came home tonight to the news of a massive earthquake and tsunami in the Sendai area of Japan. Japan is not new to earthquakes, but this seemed to be a very major one judging from the size of the tsunami that wiped out almost the entire city in just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the television, there were news of water, water, water, everywhere, people clinging onto the roofs of their house, houses being "uprooted", boats and trees being floated all around. In short, it was a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was on the friends and former colleagues I have in Japan. I wonder if they are safe? But they are in Tokyo and Yokohama, so I would presume they should be okay, since these two places were not badly hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really bad for Japan these past few years. First, they have not really recovered from the financial downturn of 2008 yet, then their own government and politics are in disarray due to the high turnover of Prime Ministers ever since "Richard Gere of Japan" stepped down, and now, they are struck by massive natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one country suffer so much in so short a time? And it is so wasted because Japan has one of the best sceneries and natural landscapes in the world. It will be a great pity indeed if such a beautiful country is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray for Japan and hope that in this time of crisis, there will be good people around to help them out and that even though they have lost their homes, their spirits will never be broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Note : After this post was drafted, my friend called me, crying that her parents are in Japan, in Sendai itself. Let us pray for everyone who is there, trapped there and whose family members are worried for them. May they be home soon.]&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/13231227-6832075242948650353?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/T-Mqn3tL1YE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6832075242948650353/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=6832075242948650353&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/6832075242948650353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/6832075242948650353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/T-Mqn3tL1YE/ode-to-japan.html" title="Ode To Japan" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/ode-to-japan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDQH89fip7ImA9WhdWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-7388589662092247028</id><published>2011-03-10T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:44:31.166+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T10:44:31.166+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work And Play" /><title>Project Completion!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally the major project that my department is working on has been completed! The new platform is on a trial run and being launched, and while showing our magnum opus to the various heads of the other departments, they were all rather impressed! At least we did not put in the time and effort for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing is that it will be officially launched in April! I can hardly wait to use that, as it will make our work so much easier and cut down on lots of time! Hopefully even with this portal, our jobs will not be obsolete, otherwise I will only be shooting myself in the foot!&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/13231227-7388589662092247028?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/AYDam8GmU7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7388589662092247028/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=7388589662092247028&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/7388589662092247028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/7388589662092247028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/AYDam8GmU7Q/project-completion.html" title="Project Completion!" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/project-completion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBRH07cCp7ImA9WhdWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-4696658774356158789</id><published>2011-03-07T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:40:55.308+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T10:40:55.308+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human And Society" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>Is Human Cloning Ethical?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to watch the movie "Never Let Me Go", based on the book by Kazuo Ishiguro, about a group of school kids who were cloned and brought up to be organ donors to "real" humans. I had mixed feelings after the show. No doubt the book is good (the author has his own style of writing that one either gets it or does not get it), and the movie captured the essence of the book, but still, the show left me wondering if it is even ethical to clone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about a decade ago, there was a sheep who was successfully cloned, and she even had lambs with a male sheep. Since then, scientists have been trying to clone other things, most recently, humans. In the show, these "clones" are considered "duplicates", second class to the "originals", hence it is their organs who would be used to save "real" humans. Most of these "clones" could only have three organ donations before they themselves die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to defer the donation, provided one becomes a carer (caregiver to the donors), but even then, that would only be deferred for a couple of years the most. Once the donors are dwindling, the carers would be called upon to become donors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon watching this show, I could not help but express my anger at the society that made these clones, giving them hope when young but actually they have no hope because they would all serve a purpose and die at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to the question : Is it even ethical to clone a human to take their organs, because "real" humans would not want to donate their organs? If we are to create a life, then should the life not be treated as a normal life, instead of a low-class duplicate? Afterall, I believe Dolly got all the care and concern from her "owners" before she passed away. No one used her to experiment on other sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, there has not been any human clone, as the DNA for humans are too complicated to make cloning successful. It is a relief though. In the near future, who knows, with society progressing the way it is and science and technology advancing everyday? But for now, I truly hope and pray that there will not be anyone trying to play God and create a "super" human, because that is going against nature and to me, I always feel being natural is the best.&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/13231227-4696658774356158789?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/_6IdzTd-uz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4696658774356158789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=4696658774356158789&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/4696658774356158789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/4696658774356158789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/_6IdzTd-uz8/is-human-cloning-ethical.html" title="Is Human Cloning Ethical?" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-human-cloning-ethical.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQXg6fip7ImA9WhdQEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-1051357646675552960</id><published>2011-03-07T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:13:20.616+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-11T13:13:20.616+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>An Alternative Family?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have heard raving reviews about the show "The Kids Are Alright", so decided to watch it today. Since we both had a day off from work to "recover" from the intense cycling the day before, we went to watch the show.
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&lt;br /&gt;The show is essentially about a lesbian couple (played by Annette Benning and Julianne Moore), with two children, a son and a daughter. The daughter was borne of Annette Benning (who wears the pants in the family) and the son was borne of Julianne Moore (who is the typical dependent wife). The girl just turned eighteen, so her brother asked her to seek out their biological father (as both mothers took from the same sperm donor).
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&lt;br /&gt;What struck me about this show is not because of the prominent homosexual themes throughout the show, but that children brought up into an "abnormal" family are still able to grow up normal, intelligent and well-behaved. Or maybe because they are in a family of two mothers, hence the maternal instinct and upbringing are of double dose?
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&lt;br /&gt;With all the values of a "normal" family consisting of a father, mother and children, this makes me wonder in this case, why are there so many problems of juvenile delinquency, extramarital affairs, divorces and children being neglected and abused? Comparatively, the family in the show is rather wholesome.
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&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one of them started an affair, as she felt under appreciated by her partner. She wanted some excitement and appreciation. And when her partner found out, she was very upset and angry, threatening the peacefulness of the family. But at the end of the day, the one who had an affair ended it and apologised to the whole family, saying that marriage itself is hard work, and that she just wanted to be appreciated.
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&lt;br /&gt;How I can relate to that! I believe just about every wife can relate to that! Of course I am not saying one should have an affair because one feels under appreciated, but at least even in this "alternative" family relationship, everyone still faces the same problems as a "normal" family.
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&lt;br /&gt;And family really matters! At the end of the day, they still love and forgive you, and leave things be in the past. That is what a family should be, let alone a husband and wife or a wife and wife or a husband and husband relationship. Once you choose to be with someone, you are committed to make things work, warts and all.
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&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why this show has such good reviews because it is a rather refreshing show as compared to the norm.
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&lt;br /&gt;All of them passed by me while I was struggling, and jeered, booed, spoke loudly that I was holding up traffic, that the whole world was waiting for me alone, and something to that effect. Is it because I am a woman, hence the man just cannot resist looking down on me? I never see any woman doing that!
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&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, can they not see that I was struggling along? Even if they do not wish to help me (which I do not expect them to), at least spare the jeers and laughs because that is very unkind and not helping the situation at all. If someone is struggling, how is laughing at the person going to be of any help? I am already in a stressed-up mood, I do not need all these jeers to help out my situation!
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&lt;br /&gt;The Cycling Challenge may be called a "challenge" but it is not a competition. There is no first prize or second prize or third prize and no consolation prizes. Everyone gets a goodie bag as a reward for completing the challenge, that is all. Nothing else. So why do people then want to always rush ahead to be the first and laugh at everyone else who were not as fast or good?
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&lt;br /&gt;Is it due to our fast-paced society, that people do not know how to show compassion to those who are slower or not as good? Yes, we are all involved in the rat race, especially in a highly stressed city, but then must everything be a competition? If we are competing to win an award in school or work, that is still okay.
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&lt;br /&gt;But people are competing in everything else and laugh at everyone else who is not as good. For instance, when I played tennis, just because I could not manage to catch the ball, my tennis partner(s) would then laugh at me and then want to tell me what to do and how to do and told me not to spoil the game or make them lose. Well, it is just a game after all, is it so important who win or who lose?
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&lt;br /&gt;People are competing over everything else, yet the biggest irony is that we lose out big in social graces, courtesy and strength of character. Everyone is so competitive nowadays, everyone wants to be first that they start caring for themselves and become so self-centred, that as a result, they no longer think about others, no longer care about others, no longer say please or thank you, they just take for granted everything has to be their way and their benefit, without caring about the rest. And if they do not get it, they start throwing tantrums and thinking the whole world owes them a living.
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&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to be afraid of the kind of world I am living in, and the kind of world my own future kids will be born into. It makes me think twice whether should I even let a kid come into this cruel, merciless, selfish world?
&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/13231227-7662348592691458081?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/PFrQLnQhrUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7662348592691458081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=7662348592691458081&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/7662348592691458081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/7662348592691458081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/PFrQLnQhrUU/are-people-getting-too-competitive.html" title="Are People Getting Too Competitive?" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-people-getting-too-competitive.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBQXk6eCp7ImA9WhdRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-1749895335953595889</id><published>2011-03-06T15:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:59:10.710+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T14:59:10.710+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports" /><title>The Cycling Challenge 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have broken my own record! I actually cycled twenty kilometres and completed the Cycling Challenge!
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&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is not without upheavals. At the speed I was cycling, someone could walk slowly and overtake me! I cycled non-stop the whole stretch from the starting point all the way to the middle part of the beach (which is estimated to be ten kilometres). By the time I reached there, my legs felt like dropping off already!
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&lt;br /&gt;I stayed resting at the beach, until the ushers came and chased me off, saying they would need to re-open the road. So I hopped on my bicycle and started out again, this time cycling slower than before because my legs are just so sore!
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&lt;br /&gt;Who was to know I was the last in line? When I saw traffic wardens and police escorts behind me, I knew everyone else must have reached the destination, or at least far ahead, and I still have a long long way to go!
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&lt;br /&gt;When I was almost at my destination, I could not take it anymore. I had to stop for a break, but the traffic wardens behind me kept pushing me. Finally they put me on a van, put my bicycle on a truck and then sped me off to the end of the destination! Well.. if they could give me another half hour to an hour, I could definitely make it back there on my own!
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&lt;br /&gt;In any case, since I completed the challenge, I got my medal!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Y_KKAt2h0/ThLK75hsgQI/AAAAAAAAIjg/MkItWER4CX0/s1600/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Y_KKAt2h0/ThLK75hsgQI/AAAAAAAAIjg/MkItWER4CX0/s400/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625782014942413058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a sense of achievement indeed! The only gripe is that, this being a fun event, why must people make it so competitive and expect everyone to be just as good and fast? I hope the word "fun" means "fun" and not "competition"! Now I am just so tired out that I feel like zonking out the rest of the 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/13231227-1749895335953595889?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/-ltW5kV6Liw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/1749895335953595889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=1749895335953595889&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/1749895335953595889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/1749895335953595889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/-ltW5kV6Liw/cycling-challenge-2011.html" title="The Cycling Challenge 2011" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3Y_KKAt2h0/ThLK75hsgQI/AAAAAAAAIjg/MkItWER4CX0/s72-c/DSC02105.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/cycling-challenge-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQH06eCp7ImA9WhdRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-369882393052756099</id><published>2011-03-06T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:52:11.310+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T14:52:11.310+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Human And Society" /><title>Hypocrites!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really cannot stand hypocrites! Alright, I may be guilty of that too since none of us are perfect. But what I really cannot tolerate is saying something and then doing otherwise. No doubt everyone makes mistakes, so be it, we learn and move on. But why do you have to tell people not to do something when you yourself does it?
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&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I know of someone who told his son not to judge people from their appearances and get to know the person. Yet he himself judge from first impression, saying that this person must be bad or whatnot, without even giving the person a chance or getting to know the person. Then what for tell his own kid otherwise? Is that not being very hypocritical?
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&lt;br /&gt;I also know of people who are very nice and sincere and all smiling to you at work, but in the end are the ones who stab you in the back the most and put you down the most. In that case, why do they have to pretend to be nice and that everything is all fine and dandy? Do people think others have no feelings whatsoever?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The worst hypocrites are those who claim they are your friends, but when something happens, they are the first to ostracise and judge you, or claim they are staunch Christians, yet turn around and lead all the sinful lives. How would these people like it if they are in the same shoes?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, should we even judge a person because if we are not in the shoes, we may never be able to understand how the person is feeling? On the other hand, humans, being the way they are, it is inevitable they start judging and ostracising and going on the high horse and start preaching.
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&lt;br /&gt;But should we then do otherwise and participate in the gossip and ostracising simply because we want to be part of a "group"? The reason I was not "welcomed" in my previous workplaces simply because I spend the time on work and not gossip or hang around talking about others. I always feel I have better things to do, and before I start criticising, I am not perfect myself.
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&lt;br /&gt;Hence I never like to be a hypocrite nor people to be hypocritical to me. If there is anything wrong, I prefer to be told in the face, rather than behind my back. And if people told me not to do something, the person better not do the same thing because that is being the most hypocritical of all.
&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/13231227-369882393052756099?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/_T5tDOi7_LE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/369882393052756099/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=369882393052756099&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/369882393052756099?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/369882393052756099?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/_T5tDOi7_LE/hypocrites.html" title="Hypocrites!" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/hypocrites.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNSXc6cCp7ImA9WhdRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-3427262074153782380</id><published>2011-03-06T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:41:38.918+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T14:41:38.918+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Cups For Couples?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were wandering around in a shopping mall when I came across these cups. The red one has a "I Love U" and a red heart on both cups, except the handles are on different sides.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51hpVPK7Vg0/TXRbSmnqnAI/AAAAAAAAIXo/Efrg2X4zIMY/s1600/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51hpVPK7Vg0/TXRbSmnqnAI/AAAAAAAAIXo/Efrg2X4zIMY/s400/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581186213381577730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pink ones have a "Romeo" on one and "Juliet" on the other. I found them so cute that I could hardly resist them! The best thing is that, it is only S$10.00 for two pairs since the cups were going for a discount! So I bought both pairs together since I could not decide which one I wanted.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97kae79DGOQ/TXRbSYCYDBI/AAAAAAAAIXg/wMPi0iecNu8/s1600/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97kae79DGOQ/TXRbSYCYDBI/AAAAAAAAIXg/wMPi0iecNu8/s400/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581186209467075602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I have two - one of each, one to put in my office and the other to put at home. He has the same too, except the other side. Two sides make a whole and that is what we are - one whole of two halves!
&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/13231227-3427262074153782380?l=timeaftime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~4/SZ-3_pVkdAE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/feeds/3427262074153782380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13231227&amp;postID=3427262074153782380&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/3427262074153782380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13231227/posts/default/3427262074153782380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PqUI/~3/SZ-3_pVkdAE/cups-for-couples.html" title="Cups For Couples?" /><author><name>juphelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692000964483351331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3Zb5KhDk3g/Sa80SNeiy1I/AAAAAAAAFcE/LG8JStttoMI/S220/16otkuvgzAAEC-IFKHAuW0TV8x47Bdg%3D%3D.96.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51hpVPK7Vg0/TXRbSmnqnAI/AAAAAAAAIXo/Efrg2X4zIMY/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://timeaftime.blogspot.com/2011/03/cups-for-couples.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNSHw_fCp7ImA9WhdRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13231227.post-6859424724161780626</id><published>2011-03-05T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:38:19.244+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T14:38:19.244+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams and Ideals" /><title>Building Bridges ...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went for the second CHOICE follow-up after the AWARE forum today. The reflection is on "Building Bridges". Essentially, we had to draw the bridges, and think about our past, present and future. The foundation stones are those that define us, who we are and the people around us. Then the bride defines where we are now, and then right at the end the bridge defines where we will be.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So while drawing the bridge, it kept me thinking of the people and events that have shaped me. Such is the wonder of CHOICE, it really helps in self-reflection and to face the past so we can move on to the future.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;People who have shaped me are of course my parents, my mother especially, and my relatives whom I am close to. Then the bridge represents my present success - a good job, good friends, great guy to be with, and the little things in life that I have to be grateful for.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And the edge of the bridge represents my future - what I hope to be. I hope to get my current degree, go on for post-graduate studies, get a practising certificate, buy a car and a house, get married and have at least three children, travel around the world and experience as many things as possible.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;An impossible feat? I guess nothing is impossible. I saw a T-shirt once with the slogan IMPOSSIBLE = I M POSSIBLE. How true! And that is how my bridges are going to be!
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&lt;br /&gt;The session talked on issues facing women now and in the near future, like foreign brides, women at home and at work. For instance, no matter what, women will still never draw the same salary as men, women are still expected to marry, have kids, work, contribute to the household, yet do the housework, take care of the kids, take care of the husband, take care of the in-laws, and manage the household. I seriously wonder what exactly men are doing, if they always claim they are the "better" sex! Life is always so unfair to women!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;There is also a forum on research areas on women's issues, like marginalisation of women, single mothers, women at work, more maternity or paid leave, equal contribution to household (not just in monetary sense but also in terms of housework, cooking, cleaning and child rearing).
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&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that women have come far all these while, and it is because of people like these who care of women's issues that we are able to achieve many more things than many of our mothers and grandmothers ahead of us. Well, I cannot say for myself because my mother herself is a great woman who has achieved a lot more things than me. If I am to have a role model, I will model myself after my mum, who is not just successful in her career, but has also committed and contributed greatly to the household and the family and extended family.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;But at least the future of women do not look as bleak. No longer are women subjugated to men and end up being the subservient ones because they have nowhere else to go. Nowadays women are equally educated, many more educated than their male counterparts, more capable, stronger and more successful, so we no longer have to listen to a man or follow whatever he says. And if men nowadays cannot tolerate that, then they are losers indeed and the world will be better off without men like that.
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