<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583</id><updated>2011-10-05T06:03:01.882+08:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Soul Food'/><title type='text'>POSTCARDS</title><subtitle type='html'>Memories are timeless. You can't capture the feelings you had of the moment in a bottle. You only have images to remind you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-1924914585419808901</id><published>2010-03-02T04:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:09:41.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is nothing and nothing is everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/S4ws4IAdsfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uuJebkWqILs/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/S4ws4IAdsfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uuJebkWqILs/s400/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443775392317813234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Doco Club launched in Fremantle in Feb. I am staying here unless its Rio. Follow this link to see SALT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saltdoco.com/index.htm" target="_blank" style="font-size: 1em; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;http://www.saltdoco.com/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-1924914585419808901?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/1924914585419808901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=1924914585419808901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1924914585419808901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1924914585419808901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-everything-is-nothing-and-nothing.html' title='When everything is nothing and nothing is everything'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/S4ws4IAdsfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uuJebkWqILs/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-5519262789012990773</id><published>2009-12-26T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:04:20.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SzX2mxpMt0I/AAAAAAAAASo/__HMoj9toXw/s1600-h/mexican-fireworks-dale-witherow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SzX2mxpMt0I/AAAAAAAAASo/__HMoj9toXw/s400/mexican-fireworks-dale-witherow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419508872631859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here comes 2010.  It is also the year of a Tiger in Chinese Zodiac, a year of courage. I like the number. It looks so symmetrical, in balance and peaceful. Whatever it will be, just bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-5519262789012990773?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/5519262789012990773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=5519262789012990773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5519262789012990773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5519262789012990773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SzX2mxpMt0I/AAAAAAAAASo/__HMoj9toXw/s72-c/mexican-fireworks-dale-witherow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-561827015189424984</id><published>2009-12-06T11:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:33:52.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SxsuI9uVpFI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZViEZceXgPQ/s1600-h/poetonmountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411970108758533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SxsuI9uVpFI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZViEZceXgPQ/s400/poetonmountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have not written for a while. I have been on the road. Not only literally but also in all aspects of my life - mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I am trying to put everything into perspective. I have yet to allocate a quiet time for reflections, to digest and rationalise it all. I have a date with a wise, beautiful, funny and witty middle-aged woman called "Me" on Thursday night. Despite the changes, I am utterly and totally calm and positive. In fact, I am feeling on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always been intriqued with life's mystery. I have always been amazed with what life managed to throw at me. Sometimes, I want time to run faster than the speed of light. I am impatient. I want to know what is there for me around the corner. I have to remind myself to smell the roses. This is exactly what I intend to do for the next few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painting - "Poet on a Mountain" by Chen Zhou [Shen Chou] 1427-1509 Ming Dynasty - a handscroll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-561827015189424984?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/561827015189424984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=561827015189424984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/561827015189424984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/561827015189424984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SxsuI9uVpFI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZViEZceXgPQ/s72-c/poetonmountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-6818782919204825891</id><published>2009-10-28T11:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:36:20.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Parasol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sue-Pk68nEI/AAAAAAAAARU/U1kCcIHaIOc/s1600-h/joaquin-sorolla-bastida-026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sue-Pk68nEI/AAAAAAAAARU/U1kCcIHaIOc/s400/joaquin-sorolla-bastida-026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397491853245062210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had a long afternoon of reflections with girlfriends last Sunday. We started under the parasol at 1 Twentysix at 11am and ended under the parasol of 09-03 Signature Park at 10pm when we said our goodbye. My girlfriends have helped me in finding my balance, keeping my feet on the ground, keeping my sanity and reminding me of who I am and where I came from. The session reminded me of this part of the book I am currently reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is a truth that is deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually in the face of it. The cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willing to pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world. The only way to know that truth is to share it, from heart to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Shantaram-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:small;"&gt;Always looking forward to many more sessions like this, anywhere, anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Painting by Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida - under the Parasol Zarauz 1910&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-6818782919204825891?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/6818782919204825891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=6818782919204825891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/6818782919204825891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/6818782919204825891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/10/under-canopy.html' title='Under the Parasol'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sue-Pk68nEI/AAAAAAAAARU/U1kCcIHaIOc/s72-c/joaquin-sorolla-bastida-026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-4413899234543878232</id><published>2009-09-08T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:53:35.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age of Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SqXvS8lo_NI/AAAAAAAAARM/uaegVBAWcuA/s1600-h/SD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SqXvS8lo_NI/AAAAAAAAARM/uaegVBAWcuA/s200/SD1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378968438744612050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was the Barbie in pink princess outfit. Tiara on her head and glittering pink stiletto. I was worried she would start wearing make up at Grade 2. Now, she refused to wear a skirt, anything pink or purple, anything with glitters or ribbons or flowers. Anything that associates her with being girlish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, she lost her headband. The only one she likes after 2 hours of shopping. It was blue and no ribbons, no glitters, just plain blue. I decided to tie her hair with the simplest purple hairband I could find, one step better than the rubber elastic you found from fish market. As I was walking her to school, I saw the hairband was no longer on her hair. She said it fell. Yeah right! Well, at least she likes to wear undies to school now. I just have to focus on the positives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The photo was taken 6 years ago when she insisted on wearing a fairy outfit to a mall. The boy was her 1st boyfriend, an Iranian-Pakistani descent. She collects boys now like she collected Barbie outfits 6 years ago. This semester, her collection is blonde long-haired boy named Griffin. She likes him because he has long hair and his name reminds her of a griffin in her fantasy book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-4413899234543878232?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/4413899234543878232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=4413899234543878232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/4413899234543878232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/4413899234543878232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/09/age-of-innocence.html' title='The Age of Innocence'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SqXvS8lo_NI/AAAAAAAAARM/uaegVBAWcuA/s72-c/SD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-7965564409885852257</id><published>2009-09-02T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:50:02.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unbearable Lightness of Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sp3qlB2-fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/p5iCsffh2Y4/s1600-h/IMG_4718-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sp3qlB2-fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/p5iCsffh2Y4/s200/IMG_4718-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376711452025323058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Irrespective of how many times I have sent my two kids to school, I still feel melancholic on my way back to a quiet home. I should feel relieved but not. It is funny and sad at the same time. It is funny because I longed for a quiet time to myself but I don’t really enjoy it when I have it. It is sad because I am worried that I have set my life to be dependent on my children. A new friend I met yesterday told me that we should feel grateful of the noise the children make at home. It shows that they are healthy, living their childhood and are using their brain creatively to annoy each other. I love positive energy with a dash of wisdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"   style="font-size:10.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Any schoolboy can do experiments in the physic laboratory to test various scientific hypotheses. But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Milan Kundera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"   style="font-size:10.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-7965564409885852257?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/7965564409885852257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=7965564409885852257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7965564409885852257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7965564409885852257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbearable-lightness-of-being.html' title='The Unbearable Lightness of Being'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sp3qlB2-fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/p5iCsffh2Y4/s72-c/IMG_4718-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-376886808649103985</id><published>2009-08-31T14:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:11:22.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SpttltRkvkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GsbRDJS5QRc/s1600-h/gibran_painting_32.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SpttltRkvkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GsbRDJS5QRc/s400/gibran_painting_32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376011074772713026" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is our wedding vows. The phrases meant much deeper than they were 10 years ago. I sworn that this is the best relationship advice I have ever received from anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran on "Marriage" and his painting "Love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:100%;color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But let there be spaces in your togetherness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love one another but make not a bond of love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And stand together, yet not too near together: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For the pillars of the temple stand apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:100%;color:#0000AF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"  style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-376886808649103985?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/376886808649103985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=376886808649103985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/376886808649103985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/376886808649103985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-our-wedding-vows.html' title='Love is....'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SpttltRkvkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GsbRDJS5QRc/s72-c/gibran_painting_32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-2236910961198091446</id><published>2009-08-21T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:20:51.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m being taken over by The Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/So48Pt6N98I/AAAAAAAAAQc/N4lTI0-JA5g/s1600-h/woman-wearing-headphone_~u11757024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/So48Pt6N98I/AAAAAAAAAQc/N4lTI0-JA5g/s320/woman-wearing-headphone_~u11757024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372297646219065282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My kids are driving me crazy. I can stand the high decibels they make when they are happy but I just can't stand it when they fight. I don't remember fighting with my siblings when I was small. Even now when we have our own children, we still don't fight. No confrontation. We would go back and cry and forgive and forget and things will get back to normal. When we were young, my parents would not take side. I didn't like it. Now, I understood and I like what they did and I am doing just that to my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when they are fighting, I am listening to Lily Allen on my Ipod to drown out the noise. My children can't listen to her songs yet, just too explicit. They can continue to like U2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to be rich and I want lots of money&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny&lt;br /&gt;I want loads of clothes and i want loads of diamonds&lt;br /&gt;I heard people die while they are trying to find them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;When do you think it will all become clear?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s about film stars and less about mothers&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about fast cars concussing each other&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic&lt;br /&gt;and that’s what makes my life so xxxxing fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a weapon of massive consumption&lt;br /&gt;And its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the right track yeah we're on to a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;When do you think it will all become clear?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about guns and forget ammunition&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner&lt;br /&gt;Now everything's cool as long as I’m gettin thinner&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-2236910961198091446?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/2236910961198091446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=2236910961198091446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/2236910961198091446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/2236910961198091446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-being-taken-over-by-fear.html' title='I’m being taken over by The Fear'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/So48Pt6N98I/AAAAAAAAAQc/N4lTI0-JA5g/s72-c/woman-wearing-headphone_~u11757024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-2670021212252305264</id><published>2009-08-20T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:26:14.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SozQSsDon4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/HGMO_HjQPRw/s1600-h/Crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SozQSsDon4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/HGMO_HjQPRw/s320/Crazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371897475028787074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-size:12px;"&gt;She's a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life&lt;br /&gt;Knows I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me in the chaos that's quiet&lt;br /&gt;And there's a part of you that wants me to riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to cry or needs to spit&lt;br /&gt;Every sweet tooth needs just a little hit&lt;br /&gt;Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot&lt;br /&gt;How can you stand next to the truth and not see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart comes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a hill, it's a mountain&lt;br /&gt;As you start out the climb&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe me, or are you doubting&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it all the way to the light&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every generation gets a chance to change the world&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that won't listen to your boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Cos the sweetest melody is the one we haven't heard&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear?&lt;br /&gt;The right to appear ridiculous is something I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but a change of heart comes slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-2670021212252305264?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/2670021212252305264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=2670021212252305264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/2670021212252305264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/2670021212252305264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-go-crazy-if-i-dont-go-crazy-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll Go Crazy If I Don&apos;t Go Crazy Tonight'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SozQSsDon4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/HGMO_HjQPRw/s72-c/Crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-9187427126174462217</id><published>2009-08-14T13:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:40:12.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SoT26CIRbxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dl7tkj2nuUA/s1600-h/karri_forest_explorer_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SoT26CIRbxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dl7tkj2nuUA/s400/karri_forest_explorer_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369688132596887314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beautiful is the exact word that can describe the holiday I had in Australia and Malaysia. What can be more beautiful than spending good, quality time with your family and good old friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I am back to reality. Do I have a choice to make reality a fiction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I understand when my father-in-law said that he is busy this year doing his tax returns. I have now joined the retirees underworld. I need to get out before I find it to be enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am still in my prime, prime, prime!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-9187427126174462217?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/9187427126174462217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=9187427126174462217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/9187427126174462217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/9187427126174462217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SoT26CIRbxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dl7tkj2nuUA/s72-c/karri_forest_explorer_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-3018543120333260490</id><published>2009-07-03T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:29:57.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gegenschein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sk1rWrcQcaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VCJLJRZeUNw/s1600-h/GEGENSCHEIN.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sk1rWrcQcaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VCJLJRZeUNw/s400/GEGENSCHEIN.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354053569375924642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is a Gegenschein?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What good is knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it only makes your ignorance more precise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't knowldedge is knowing what you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wisdom, my friend, is knowing what you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the true value of wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wisdom can be scary sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wakes you up from slumber, stirs your contentment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the things you can obtain but is forbidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wisdom requires discipline and willpower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough birds are only good for soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-3018543120333260490?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/3018543120333260490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=3018543120333260490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/3018543120333260490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/3018543120333260490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/07/gegenschein_03.html' title='Gegenschein'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sk1rWrcQcaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VCJLJRZeUNw/s72-c/GEGENSCHEIN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-1413753507164444097</id><published>2009-06-29T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:00:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy - The Champ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SkieQa94FDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jayr-qPhi4E/s1600-h/father_daughter_walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SkieQa94FDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jayr-qPhi4E/s400/father_daughter_walk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352702162083779634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had spent 2 solid long weeks with my dad last week. I am glad that I did it. We had good chats in the car, talking about cars, about us, about the family and the good old days. Topics that we used to talked about when he was driving long distance and I would stay awake to keep him company while the rest were asleep. This time around I was driving him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was growing up, I always thought of him as the rock, the ultimate decision maker. When he said no, nobody in the family can dispute that. He rarely lost his cool. We were always his priorities and maybe still are. I remember him as the father who made sure that no mosquitoes will bite us when we were asleep. He didn't read to us or tuck us in before we go to sleep like western father does, but alas he would made sure that we had our blanket on and mosquito coil was lighted to ward off mosquitoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was a teacher, a great one too because his ex-students would came up to him and gave him a hug or introduced themselves, shake his hands and would tell him what they have became. His salary was RM1,200 when he retired in 1980's. There were 7 of us but we have never felt that we didn't have enough money. There were really good food on the table everyday, we had crabs and lobsters by the buckets. Life with my dad was really, really good. I had a great childhood with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This September, my dad will be 75 years old. He was no longer the rock. He has Parkinson. A mild one. He has lost many of his good friends. He is no longer the jovial person I used to know. I have to help him make decisions for him and the family. I have to take him to see the doctors. It is my turn now to take care of him. I pray, that I could take care of him just the way he took care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were away in Malaysia for 2 weeks, my daughter wrote a poem and a letter to her dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Dad the Champ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad spreads love everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad is strong, he can lift both of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is not afraid of anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is always here for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But most of all, he loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He works hard for money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Money becomes things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things becomes feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feelings become love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you so much when we are in Malaysia. I hope next time we go to Malaysia, you could come too. We had so much fun and there are lots of fun things and parks there. I want to show you right here, right now. We might come home earlier. I hope you love the poem and mostly ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope that she would have the same relationship with her dad as I have with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Painting by Johanna Bohoy. See her works at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailypainters.com/paintings/42901/Father-Daughter-Walk/Johanna-Bohoy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.dailypainters.com/paintings/42901/Father-Daughter-Walk/Johanna-Bohoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-1413753507164444097?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/1413753507164444097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=1413753507164444097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1413753507164444097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1413753507164444097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-daddy-champ.html' title='My Daddy - The Champ'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SkieQa94FDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jayr-qPhi4E/s72-c/father_daughter_walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-7884232852925177395</id><published>2009-06-15T09:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:48:56.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernovae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjWxHzmMACI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VOYjFLKz0MY/s1600-h/supernova1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjWxHzmMACI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VOYjFLKz0MY/s400/supernova1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347374880239910946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a quiet birthday party yesterday for the two monkeys. One turned 5 and the other turned 8. I can still remember my childhood when I was 8. I also remember my childhood memories when I was 5 going to the shop in my undies only. Nothing else on and the weather was hot and humid. I was told to put on more clothes if I want to go to the shop when I turned 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, school holiday starts and it will resume in mid August. What do I do with two monkeys for that long? This is the first time that I will be staying at home while they have their school holidays. Who came up with this idea of a 2 months school holidays? I know its a beautiful summer in Canada but what do I do in this humid, hot 40 degree C country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I (not "we" , yes have ditched democracy), have decided that these are what we will be doing (with some consultation, of course for Chairman's approval):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15th June - 28th June: &lt;/b&gt;Malaysia between Pagoh, Melaka and Kuala Lumpur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29th June - 8th July:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Singapore and entertain a friend who is coming from Japan and attend                                               our 1st Chinese wedding at the Raffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9th July - 13th July:&lt;/b&gt;     Kuching, Rainforest Music Festival and a friend 40th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14th July - 25th July:&lt;/b&gt;  Perth, Australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26th July - 30th July:&lt;/b&gt;  Kuala Lumpur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st Aug - 8th Aug:&lt;/b&gt;          Mantaray Bungalow, Kuala Terengganu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9th Aug - 16th Aug&lt;/b&gt;:       Singapore museums and Bintan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can anyone (including moi) complaint that they are bored to death? Unfortunately, P can only join in some of the activities as someone has to make the money for someone to spend. We are doing it only to boost the global economy. The world needs us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The photo is an image of a "supernova". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;supernova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (pl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;supernovae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;) is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astronomy#Stellar_astronomy" title="Astronomy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;stellar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Explosion" title="Explosion" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;. Supernovae are extremely luminous and cause a burst of radiation that often briefly outshines an entire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galaxy" title="Galaxy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, before fading from view over several weeks or months. During this short interval, a supernova can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radiation" title="Radiation" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;radiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; as much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy" title="Energy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun" title="Sun" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; could emit over its life span.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-7884232852925177395?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/7884232852925177395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=7884232852925177395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7884232852925177395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7884232852925177395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-had-quiet-birthday-party-yesterday.html' title='Supernovae'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjWxHzmMACI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VOYjFLKz0MY/s72-c/supernova1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-5804932182010978161</id><published>2009-06-11T14:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:38:21.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LEAFBALL OF TREECKO – JOURNEY TO THE POKEPLANET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmaBmkhoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/x4JZ4eZNvEc/s1600-h/068Machamp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmaBmkhoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/x4JZ4eZNvEc/s320/068Machamp.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955723725801090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmZ7Lw0SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dXMX7AYxRw4/s1600-h/252Treeckoemerald.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmZ7Lw0SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dXMX7AYxRw4/s320/252Treeckoemerald.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955722002747682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmZ1M_G_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7KgrnWZH9ic/s1600-h/150px-132Ditto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmZ1M_G_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7KgrnWZH9ic/s320/150px-132Ditto.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955720397265906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmZlpVtUI/AAAAAAAAANs/d0Rmhh99b3s/s1600-h/james+and+centipede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmZlpVtUI/AAAAAAAAANs/d0Rmhh99b3s/s320/james+and+centipede.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955716221220162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;One day James said “ I’m bored, I want to go somewhere exciting, somewhere off this planet. I want to go to the moon. Centipede, can you go with me to the moon? ” “Sure kid, except I don’t know how to ride a rocket ship and I don’t even have one ” said Centipede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;“Don’t worry, we can get a ticket to ride on a rocket ship at the space shop ” said James. “But how are we going to get to the space shop?” said Centipede. “By cab” said James and Centipede cried “Oohhh”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Later…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;”Hooray, we are at the space station” cried James. Centipede asked Mr. Moon “Can we get a rocket ship to the moon?” “Sure, just take number 11” said Mr. Moon. “Come on, Centipede and bye Mr. Moon” said James. “Bye James and have a nice time” said Mr. Moon. “Sure thing” said James and they blasted off to space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Later…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Soon they got hungry and they ate a sandwich and a soda. James didn’t drink the soda. He put it on his jetpack controls. Soon they got sleepy. They lied down and started snoring. Just then the soda fell. “Oh no, the soda fell on the controls, we are going to crash on that planet. According to the guidebook, it says that we are on Pokeplanet” said James. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;They crashed. James and Centipede walked on and on until they reached a jungle. They saw this creature. It was like goo. It said, “ Hi, my name is Ditto. I am a pokemon and I can turn into anything you want. I want to go for an adventure with you guys”. “Sure, you can come with us” said James. “Hooray, I finally have an owner” said Ditto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Suddenly an Indian popped out of nowhere. “Please help us, Treecko’s leafball is lost. The legend says once Treecko has lost his leafball, he will destroy everything in its path. So, please help” said the Indian. “Don’t worry, will help you, right James?” said Centipede. “OK” said James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;So off the four of them went searching for the Treecko’s leafball. They saw this pyramid, the shape of Treecko” “Look, let us search in here” said Ditto. When they went in, they past boulders, pit traps. Ditto had to battled with all kinds of weird creatures that James has never seen on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;“Look, that must be the leafball. Let’s get it” said Centipede. But then a Machamp popped out and said “I’m using Treecko to destroy the whole planet”. Ditto turned into an electric type Pokemon. Ditto nearly lost all his health but the final hit killed the Machamp. James returned the leafball to Treecko. That planet lived happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Original work of my 8-in-3-weeks SGT. Charaters are from James and the Giant Peach and the Pokemon world. She has always been a good storyteller since she knew how to write. She has been awarded "The Greatest Storyteller and Story Animator" for Grade 2 at school yesterday. This is one of her many stories that she has written. I love the suspense!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-5804932182010978161?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/5804932182010978161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=5804932182010978161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5804932182010978161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5804932182010978161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/06/leafball-of-treecko-journey-to.html' title='THE LEAFBALL OF TREECKO – JOURNEY TO THE POKEPLANET'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SjCmaBmkhoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/x4JZ4eZNvEc/s72-c/068Machamp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-9167965303093977485</id><published>2009-05-27T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:19:35.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am more than I appear to be, all the world's strength and power rests in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sh0ebM1iZZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kZmRA8s666I/s1600-h/24052009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sh0ebM1iZZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kZmRA8s666I/s320/24052009010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340458185782355346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We walked for nearly 9 km last Sunday. I can't believe that those little pair of legs could withstand the distance. I can't believe that we were in Singapore either. We were lost in time and distance. It was longer and further than we intended but alas, it was a very good walk and glad that we did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a good quiet time for reflection for me. Just what I needed after a busy week. What are my priorities? What do I want in life? What do I consider a fulfilling life? How do I get there? Does it matter if it hurts people I love in order to get there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is a journey. God never intends to let you go on the journey alone. He sent angels to be with you. Is it possible that too many angels only make you confused? God give me strength to complete this lifes' journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-9167965303093977485?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/9167965303093977485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=9167965303093977485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/9167965303093977485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/9167965303093977485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-more-than-i-appear-to-be-all.html' title='I am more than I appear to be, all the world&apos;s strength and power rests in me'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sh0ebM1iZZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kZmRA8s666I/s72-c/24052009010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-25718325745756993</id><published>2009-05-18T23:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:41:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surge of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ShGPfS4pQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/6GZmzc7YDjU/s1600-h/G6Y1000A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204801218888690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ShGPfS4pQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/6GZmzc7YDjU/s320/G6Y1000A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It comes unexpectedly and rarely. It is hard to express the feeling in words but my chest gets all warm and fuzzy. My toes get all tingly. It lasts only for a few fleeting seconds. But it brings immense joy, contentment and peace that could last for hours. Almost spiritual. It happens when I look at someone I deeply love. Then it comes. The surge of love. I wouldn't swap that feeling for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-25718325745756993?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/25718325745756993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=25718325745756993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/25718325745756993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/25718325745756993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/05/surge-of-love.html' title='Surge of Love'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ShGPfS4pQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/6GZmzc7YDjU/s72-c/G6Y1000A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-2110960522396047309</id><published>2009-05-14T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:40:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightened Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sgu7X2kwWxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Pliy-qu0qz0/s1600-h/Publicity-Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sgu7X2kwWxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Pliy-qu0qz0/s200/Publicity-Photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335564202011548434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sgu7Xt2r_lI/AAAAAAAAALk/mfMbT2LNIJw/s1600-h/my_khmer_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sgu7Xt2r_lI/AAAAAAAAALk/mfMbT2LNIJw/s200/my_khmer_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335564199670840914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is neither a Mother Theresa nor is she Lady Diana nor is she Angelina Jolie. She is like you and me. She is Geraldine Cox. I heard her speak. I read her words. I felt her emotions. I am truly inspired by her generous spirit. Maybe one day in future. For now, I will help her. On with my quest for inner peace and enlightened living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can visit her website at&lt;a href="http://www.geraldinecox.org/" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geraldinecox.org/"&gt;http://www.geraldinecox.org/&lt;/a&gt; and her orphanage in Cambodia at &lt;a href="http://www.scv.org.au/"&gt;http://www.scv.org.au/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-2110960522396047309?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/2110960522396047309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=2110960522396047309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/2110960522396047309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/2110960522396047309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/05/enlightened-living.html' title='Enlightened Living'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sgu7X2kwWxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Pliy-qu0qz0/s72-c/Publicity-Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-699451899670063042</id><published>2009-05-06T16:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:33:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand, Sea, Surf and Snorkel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SgFj8-p7wnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zezWzlrwr84/s1600-h/IMG_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SgFj8-p7wnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zezWzlrwr84/s200/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332653333045559922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SgFj9BX4apI/AAAAAAAAAK8/p2_3E6DLxbY/s200/IMG_4591.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332653333775149714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SgFj8PiBisI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ziiCbhIPg5s/s1600-h/IMG_4601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SgFj8PiBisI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ziiCbhIPg5s/s200/IMG_4601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332653320395918018" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We snorkeled at Redang Island Marine Park for nearly 2 hours. It was the first time for the kids but they were really good. I was particularly impressed with J who only learnt to swim 2 months ago. He was very confident swimming with his mask and snorkel without a life jacket. S was definitely in her element, diving and touching the corals. They absolutely loved it. I love watching them loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;They surfed at the beach every single day. The waves were fantastic, big enough but gentle. They caught lots of waves. We had some great shots of J on his bodyboard. S was just happy body surfing. They are naturally water babies. Definitely, not from my side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I felt contented to watch the kids enjoying outdoors, my husband out-of-work mode, myself catching up with G for the time we lost. I also had the best Nasi Goreng ever, its called "Nasi Goreng Merang". I would recommend that to anyone who visit Merang, Terengganu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;We had so much fun. We came back feeling so refreshed, rejuvenated and relaxed. We will do that again before the monsoon comes. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-699451899670063042?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/699451899670063042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=699451899670063042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/699451899670063042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/699451899670063042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/05/sand-sea-surf-and-snorkel.html' title='Sand, Sea, Surf and Snorkel'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SgFj8-p7wnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zezWzlrwr84/s72-c/IMG_4590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-4008607295944217695</id><published>2009-04-30T11:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:19:38.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the East Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sfky8QLMfvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YqMk6XHJ5-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330347644685156082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sfky8QLMfvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YqMk6XHJ5-Q/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are heading off to the beach house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Terengganu&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully the weather will be good for us to hop on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Redang&lt;/span&gt; Island. We have not been back to the house for a long time and all of us are so excited. We will have G&amp;amp;T and little cutie D with us. We definitely will have lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time to pack up all the gear. This time, it will be different as we are not flying from Australia. We will be driving from Singapore. I am sure there will be plenty of things to bring with us and the car boot will be filled to the brim. It will be a 9 hour drive north. With some stop-over for the kids and adults, it will be a good opportunity to see the east coast of Malaysia. I have dreamed for so long to do Cuti-Cuti Malaysia and now we are close to home, it is all possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here we go "Cuti-Cuti Malaysia". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-4008607295944217695?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/4008607295944217695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=4008607295944217695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/4008607295944217695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/4008607295944217695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/04/off-to-east-coast.html' title='Off to the East Coast'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sfky8QLMfvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YqMk6XHJ5-Q/s72-c/IMG_1943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-9133117040541932839</id><published>2009-04-27T12:09:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:58:17.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter From My Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329240470199117810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SfVD-Nzap_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FZba3KWBn3k/s200/Cherie36.1L" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mummy and Daddy-who-always-at-work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so many work for me to do? Why is the weekend so short. Why are we always busy doing things? There is not much time left for me to do what I want to do. There are so many jobs. Going to school, sticker chart, piano lesson, making my bed, cleaning up my room, eat my dinner, eat my vegetables and swimming with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always ask us to get ready quickly when we are going out but you are always the last one to get ready. I am tired. I don't want to do anything. All I want to do is arts and crafts, play with my DS and watch TV and stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, is it is hard for me. The girls are bossy. They scream in my ears. There are too many people wanting to talk to me, all at the same time. I miss my friends in Australia. I have lots of friends there. I only want to play with my imaginary friend. His name is Freeze. He came from the clouds with other puffles. He makes me happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother is annoying too. He always get all the attention. He always get what he wanted. I don't like playing with him. He always want to play by his rules. He makes this cute faces when he wants something. His face is ugly when he is naughty with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Mummy and Daddy-who-always-at-work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is turning eight. I am enjoying this age immensely. I know this too shall pass before my eyes quicker than I wanted. I am giving her what she wanted. More time to herself. To do nothing. Without her brother. I truly can understand that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painting by Julia Trops - "The Letter"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-9133117040541932839?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/9133117040541932839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=9133117040541932839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/9133117040541932839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/9133117040541932839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-letter-from-my-daughter.html' title='A Love Letter From My Daughter'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SfVD-Nzap_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FZba3KWBn3k/s72-c/Cherie36.1L' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-1262975119408076998</id><published>2009-04-18T09:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:26:57.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Kalau Masih Ada Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sek3NtNLlJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kyNyfcicQ3k/s1600-h/Calmady-children-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325848742955029650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sek3NtNLlJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kyNyfcicQ3k/s200/Calmady-children-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was reaching for "Brida", I saw a card that was left for me on my bedside table. The card says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He never intended for us to walk alone through life, that is why he created friends. He places people in our path to walk with us. Together, we've tried our wings, we've soared high, crashed, celebrated and cried. We've dried each other's tears and picked up the pieces of broken dreams. Together, we've made things better than they were before. Its not even so much the help we've given each other; its the absolute confidence that we're always there - wanting, willing and ready to help. Above all, friendship is a gift of oneself to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of page, a beautiful word is written: "You are never THERE for me. You are always HERE in my heart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lied when I said "we have said many goodbyes and this is no different from the one before". The truth is this goodbye is the hardest. I need you to be with me NOW and I am sure YOU need ME the most NOW too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us be brave and always remember "kalau masih ada cinta", everything is possible. Yes, I admit that I am a &lt;em&gt;"jiwang keparat"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalau masih ada cinta (bahasa melayu), when translated translated to english it means if love still remains. Somehow, "cinta" sounds so beautiful and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Painting is "The Calmady Children" by Sir Thomas Lawrencce 1823 and he described the painting as "my best picture . . . one of the few I should wish hereafter to be known by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-1262975119408076998?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/1262975119408076998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=1262975119408076998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1262975119408076998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1262975119408076998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/04/kalau-masih-ada-cinta.html' title='Kalau Masih Ada Cinta'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sek3NtNLlJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kyNyfcicQ3k/s72-c/Calmady-children-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-5333767590106174490</id><published>2009-04-10T09:06:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:25:24.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Superwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sd6uxuj9oEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VSnm3xdXntA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322883978934198338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sd6uxuj9oEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VSnm3xdXntA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reminded of one of those days when I had to juggle with a fulfilling career, two beautiful and smart kids, a husband who always reminded me that no matter how hard I work he will make more money than me, two houses, friends and lovers (?). Yes, the good old days when I think I had it all and more - in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was not a typical day. I supposed to have a meeting with the client in the city (patience of a Dalai Lama is required at all times), followed by finance review meeting (need to be a Greenspan and have all the answers) and followed by appointments to meet colleagues who needed some of my time (ears and heart to listen). I also had to run to the bank to open a bank account for the social club as I had a generous amount of their cash in my handbag. On top of that, I was having a bad stomach cramp and bleeding profusely that I could die (monthly period but my 4 year-old said this when he had a mosquito bite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.00am - 7.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a usual chaotic morning, with preparing the kids for breakfast and then we head off to Carrington Daycare. A bit of a background - Daycare will then send them off to school in a van at 8.30am as school only starts at 8.50am. Then, they will pick them up after school at 3.30pm and they would stay at daycare until I/husband pick them up at 6.00pm. Yes, it was a long day at daycare and yes I pleaded guilty of mental torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st meeting with client&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was feeling uncomfortable. Something wasn't right. I felt so wet down there. No I was not thinking of any sexual thoughts at all. All the men in the meeting has mostly gone through their mid-life crisis. Shit! I forgot to wear my sanitary pad. Excused myself, went to see some female staff for emergency stash. Choose wisely grasshopper! Pick the right women. Got it, dashed back to toilet. Always filled your wardrobe with black and grey, unfortunate moment like this helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finance review meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Greenspan I am not. Buffet I am not. Honesty was all I had. Truth hurts. So far so good until my phone beeped and was a call from school. I had always picked up the calls irrespective of what I was doing, no matter how important. I was a supermom after all. A call from school could be a life and death matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School staff: Mrs.X, we had a serious issue today with S. She came to the office crying. She said she forgot to wear her undies and the kids were laughing at her when she was on the monkey bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: What do you suggest I should do? (can't say my meeting is really important that missing knickers). Do you have spare knickers at school (or in somebodys' pocket)? Appreciate if you could do something until 3pm when Z (Daycare staff) pick her up from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical S (7 year-old) who is oblivious to the requirements of being a female. I am not setting a high standard here but she could go to school without brushing her hair, have different coloured socks and forget to bring her school bag to school. She floats around in the world of Pokemon. Who does she takes after? Of course not from my side of the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about 6 months ago. Now I have became a full time mum. I no longer have a demanding full-time, paid job. I have not been reading Economist and Financial Times, have not been watching Bloomberg and Business News. I am reading You Don't Need to Smack and is watching Discovery - Lifestyle and Entertainment. A demanding full-time, unpaid job - AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am only a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CFO - debt-equity management, working capital management, share portfolios, property investments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taxi driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher - Math tuition, Phonics, Arts, Cooking class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chefs - array of Western and Asian and sometimes no origin - "third culture" dish which my mom would say "pemalas" (lazy in Bahasa Melayu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Psychiatrist - evenings and weekends in a geriatric ward for a 43 year old male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Social worker - ensure that friends and families stay connected and in good welfare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum - attend all Parent-Teacher meetings, reading assistant, friends stay over after school, birthday parties, undies well supplied, labels on uniforms, bags, pencils and everything they take to school, stack of medicines (homeopathy grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wife - looks good size 6, keep fit, smile and laughter fill up the house, spending within budget and will make sure keep hair long next time when in Greenland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superwoman, I am not. Supermom I am not but I am SUPERME! (supreme). I am excused to be a Taitai, once in a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See the dialoque of the cartoon at &lt;a href="http://www.supermanartists.comics.org/superwhoswho/Superwoman-DCCPAnn2.JPG"&gt;http://www.supermanartists.comics.org/superwhoswho/Superwoman-DCCPAnn2.JPG&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-5333767590106174490?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/5333767590106174490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=5333767590106174490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5333767590106174490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5333767590106174490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/04/superwoman.html' title='Superwoman'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sd6uxuj9oEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VSnm3xdXntA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-6065017427846116389</id><published>2009-04-08T14:37:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:51:27.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a Tàitai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sdx4nUXfEcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gt7Yr8zLuQU/s1600-h/br-0657b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322261476522529218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sdx4nUXfEcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gt7Yr8zLuQU/s400/br-0657b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday as I woke up in the morning, I was surrounded by positive energies. The birds were singing. The kids were happy despite it being Monday and another round of school week. "Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I have a wonderful feeling that everything is going my way". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were many chores to do around the house after the weekend. Two bucket loads of washing, a basket of clothes for ironing, the floor was sticky and needs mopping, the window needs cleaning. Did my priority list and started with cleaning the toilet and floor.One toilet down, two to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly, the universe interrupted my thoughts and concentration. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You are taking a break from full time, paid work to do this filthy, boring full time unpaid house work. Get out of here and do something for yourself" &lt;/strong&gt;(somehow in the voice of my mother-in-law)&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My brain was doing the priority list again. First, hairdresser, lunch, massage and by then in time to pick up the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT THE HAIRDRESSER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: It's very hot and I want to cut my hair short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hairdresser: Yes, yes..you would look young mah..You can have concave bob, octave bob or straight bob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Whatever..all i want is short, easy to style and with body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hairdresser: Ok, eh..you would look good if you put highlights on your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Hmmm......how much is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hairdresser: Cheap one..only XX more. But money no problem mah..important to look good what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Alright......lets do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hairdresser: You can do hair treatment too. Will make hair shiny one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Thank you but I don't think I could sit on this chair longer than two hours. I have never sat like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this long ever in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reality hits when I got home when my 7 year old daughter said "Ooo...you cut your hair. Don't you think that after you have a new haircut you feel like you have a different personality. You look boyish". My husband came home and said "I always like your hair long. It looks good anyway". Always the diplomat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TODAY, I woke up feeling all positive. A good sign that I am in harmony with the universe. I need to finish off what I have started yesterday. Priority list top down:- (1) washing (2) ironing (3) piano lesson at 10am (4) book for massage. Delete (1) and (2). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT PIANO LESSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: I have no knowledge of any music theory whatsoever and I have never played any musical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teacher: Don't worry, I also have old student like you. He is 65 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Do I look that old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teacher: No lah...you look young mah...(thank God for the haircut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really had a good time and am practising the fingers - CDEFG right and left hand on my way back when suddenly I saw a shop in front of me - " JAVANESE TRADITIONAL MASSAGE". This is karma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AT MASSAGE CENTRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: I think I want to go for tummy herbal treatment today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Masseuse: We have a package which you will pay cheaper if you take the 10 sessions package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: No thanks (after piano lesson and haircut yesterday I should go easy on the wallet (my husband's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Masseuse: You can take your clothes off now and let me take your weight and measurement. (a few seconds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after measurement) You have problem everywhere mah not just on your tummy, but thighs, hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You need full body treatment lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 hours later I came out with a lifetime membership card, 10 sessions of full body treatment and unlimited usage of spa bath and jacuzzi and a REVITALISED body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #1: Stay away from salesman/woman. They always have something special &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #2: Singaporeans are very friendly and amazingly honest. Truth hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #3: Don't ask your husband's opinion about your haircut. He would prefer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you don't have a haircut at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #4: Stick to your original plan. LIVE LIFE. (the original plan when we were &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;born)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #5: Be brave when your the credit card bill arrives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellotaitai.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.hellotaitai.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; definition of TAI TAI (noun) 1. A term used in Chinese circles for supreme wife (implying situation where a man is wealthy enough to have several "wives') but no longer strictly interpreted. Term now applies to citizens of the world with an Asian viewpoint who have bounds of time and money. A Tai Tai is a privileged lady of means. 2. Supreme of the Supreme is its literal translation. The term implies respect. &gt;&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presidiopenthouse.com/hellotaitai/TaiTai.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To qualify as a Tai Tai, one has to have lots of leisure time, lots of money to spend and lots of gossip to exchange. A Tai Tai would win if Shopping were an Olympic event.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-6065017427846116389?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/6065017427846116389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=6065017427846116389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/6065017427846116389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/6065017427846116389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-life-of-taitai.html' title='A Day in the Life of a Tàitai'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sdx4nUXfEcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gt7Yr8zLuQU/s72-c/br-0657b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-326967026313350752</id><published>2009-04-04T02:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:43:14.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>Raising Nomads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SdZj5uPLn8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/pOKRsenqUDg/s1600-h/printable6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320549853100220354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SdZj5uPLn8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/pOKRsenqUDg/s400/printable6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am becoming a &lt;strong&gt;better mum/plain mum/reborn mum&lt;/strong&gt;. I am going to pat myself on the back. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignatia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a few good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parenting books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and one seminar, I was all inspired. So far, I think I am not doing too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one line that I really like which was being used by the speaker in that parenting talk is we as parents should help our kids "unloading the bricks in the wheelbarrow". What a metaphor, simple but yet so descriptive. It is about &lt;em&gt;(the talk not the wheelbarrow)&lt;/em&gt; how child's physical movements relate to their behaviour - detection and improvements. Also like how she ended the talk with - "don't expect your child to be perfect". How true. &lt;em&gt;(I have accepted that my children are not gifted when they found talking about poos, bums and boobies are much more interesting than space-shuttles and genetic engineering).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The book which I have just finished reading - &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Totto&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; - The Little Girl at the Window"&lt;/em&gt; has also inspired me. Its about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kobayashi's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; method of early childhood education in Japan before WWII. Imagine a school where there is no fixed timetable and you can choose which subject you want to do first thing in the morning and what you want to finish the day off with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kobayashi&lt;/span&gt; (the principal) would sit with the kids at lunch and talk about their food. Very, very nurturing for the soul and awaken the interest in learning. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=rdr_ext_aut?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Tetsuko%20Kuroyanagi"&gt;Tetsuko Kuroyanagi&lt;/a&gt; for sharing that with us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I was feeling all positive after that and started a new regime at home. I have created a timetable for the time between after-school and before bedtime adopting those two ideas. So far, it has worked very well. Most importantly, we are all happy chappy especially me, moi, the grand dame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who says children are cute? What did I do in my previous life to deserve this? Such hard work, patience and perseverance of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama and Mahatma Gandhi put together. What did he say - patience is a virtue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall strive for the restoration of peace and human rights of the people that live under my roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-326967026313350752?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/326967026313350752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=326967026313350752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/326967026313350752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/326967026313350752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/04/raising-nomads.html' title='Raising Nomads'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SdZj5uPLn8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/pOKRsenqUDg/s72-c/printable6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-4489945003363612849</id><published>2009-03-30T07:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:25:01.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat and more.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SdAJR5IqjFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z1Ioz0k1bP0/s1600-h/0023_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318761362924145746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SdAJR5IqjFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z1Ioz0k1bP0/s400/0023_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have never had a more challenging job than this. Being a full time housewife and mom is hard. I am physically, mentally, horizontally and vertically challenged. I take my hat off to all mom who has been doing this all their lives. This includes my mother who has seven children. No wonder she was weird when I was young. Now I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have only two children but some days I feel like I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;battalion&lt;/span&gt;. How do you get them to listen to you without repeating the same sentence 10 times in a span of 5 minutes? Yes, it is only a simple instructions like "let's go", "switch it off", "shoes on please". Give me $100m project anytime, I will make sure that its profitable. I will make it work. Kids, how do I deal with them? And why am I still complaining that I need "challenge"? For god sake, I have ample. All I need to do is to LIVE it and EAT it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT there is nothing more satisfying than seeing them on the bike, pedalling on 2 wheels, soaking wet in the tropical rain, laughing. There is nothing more satisfying than when they say "Thank you mummy, I really had a great day today". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is such a simple word but even the most eloquent writer is not able to describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-4489945003363612849?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/4489945003363612849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=4489945003363612849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/4489945003363612849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/4489945003363612849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-could-offer-is-blood-toil-tears.html' title='I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat and more.....'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SdAJR5IqjFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z1Ioz0k1bP0/s72-c/0023_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-1899914630486255194</id><published>2009-03-25T11:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:22:42.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Food'/><title type='text'>Soul Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScyEA1PPmZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XBdaztwPBDw/s1600-h/IMG_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317770409843595666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScyEA1PPmZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XBdaztwPBDw/s400/IMG_4261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When one mentioned "soul mate", many associates it with a lover/partner/husband/wife. That's what I thought too. I have changed my perspective sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have defined soul mate (s) as someone:- &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;who love each other unconditionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when one is being erratic/emotional/mad/silly/stupid, the other will only listen and won't argue at the time. He/she will come to you when you are calm and give you a hug and a kiss and say that its alright to "feel"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;listens to each others' worries even how small they may seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;always there for each other in happiness and in sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is never judgemental of each other and accepts one another for what you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;laugh and cry together and at each other  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;point out to each other weaknesses without feeling intimidated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;talk about anything under the sun and each can have a different point of view without enforcing the other to accept his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;complement each others' inadequacy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when in solace, their faces fill up your eyes, their hearts warm up yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am honoured to have not met one but many soul mates and consists of both sexes. They are my pillars of strength. My lifeline. The people I would like to have at my dinner table every night. If only we could all live in one house and sleep together in one bed. If only they are each others soul mates, then maybe that could happen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Excerpt from Elizabeth Gilbert - "Eat Pray Love" about Soul Mate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit but a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you and then they leave AND thank God for it".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I agree with some of her words but not all. I believe you can live with your soul mate forever and your soul mate will never leave you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-1899914630486255194?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/1899914630486255194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=1899914630486255194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1899914630486255194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/1899914630486255194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/03/soul-mates.html' title='Soul Mates'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScyEA1PPmZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XBdaztwPBDw/s72-c/IMG_4261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-8435504323418809838</id><published>2009-03-25T10:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:22:51.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Food'/><title type='text'>Restless Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScmasxajSNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UCYo9cLvO4A/s1600-h/dark-horse-elizabeth-clausen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316950929057204434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScmasxajSNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UCYo9cLvO4A/s400/dark-horse-elizabeth-clausen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A childish rebellion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely, but slowly in a shallow form&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeking an expression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And direction, like a rushing stream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bubbling restless force&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times formed by circumstances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stream by its banks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refusing to be contained by them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spirit of a wild horse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not knowing its boundaries or distances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never to be held by any hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unwilling to stop at any realm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Restless forms ducking under obstacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Splashing and passing over them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Testing life very oracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Moving and changing forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To some a sense of rhythm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An imagination of the restless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burn the candle at both ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whilst it burns, you want it to last, no less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep still oh fluttering heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely after a storm there is a lull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the calmness is in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never, never too hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regu gave me this poem in January 1997. I lost his business card and can't remember his long family name. He is someone I met during a International Fast Ferry exhibition more than 10 years ago. He gave me many words of wisdom when he sensed that I was somewhat "lost". He guided me without him knowing. I know he lives in Penang with his family. Our last contact was in Perth in 1998 and he was not well. I wish I could see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Painting by Elizabeth Clausen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-8435504323418809838?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/8435504323418809838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=8435504323418809838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/8435504323418809838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/8435504323418809838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/03/restless-heart-given-to-me-by-regu.html' title='Restless Heart'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScmasxajSNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UCYo9cLvO4A/s72-c/dark-horse-elizabeth-clausen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-7887008470171714711</id><published>2009-03-19T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:23:01.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Food'/><title type='text'>Inconsolable Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScJqPWdu0kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EVkFSXeZhzA/s1600-h/k215_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314927322211471938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScJqPWdu0kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EVkFSXeZhzA/s320/k215_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grieving for the faces I cannot remember, the smiles that I cannot see, the hands I cannot hold, the laughter I cannot hear. Time to let go and move on but why is it so difficult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grieving for my firstborn who insisted that she doesn't need me to send her to school. Her first time to school by herself. She went on her scooter. I was behind her all the time trying to keep up but she was too fast and she didn't even look back. Where does the time go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grieving for my youngest who is down with mononucleosis. Rashes all over his body and is feeling itchy, sore throat and lethargic. He has not been sick since as long as I can remember. Maybe its the way his body is telling me that he is affected by this move. If only I could transfer the pain to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grieving for the sadness that I am feeling but can't make myself to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Painting by Ivan Kramskoi - a Russian painter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-7887008470171714711?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/7887008470171714711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=7887008470171714711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7887008470171714711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7887008470171714711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/03/inconsolable-grief.html' title='Inconsolable Grief'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/ScJqPWdu0kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EVkFSXeZhzA/s72-c/k215_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-7520511743199720263</id><published>2009-03-12T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:23:09.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Food'/><title type='text'>We are moving into a new home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sbkaiom5xpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/874HnCalbbs/s1600-h/oscaa-00000983-001-fb_b~Rats-at-Entrance-to-Home-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312306417778673298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sbkaiom5xpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/874HnCalbbs/s400/oscaa-00000983-001-fb_b~Rats-at-Entrance-to-Home-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our belongings have been delivered to our house in Singapore today and we will be moving in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are happy to have their toys, books and bed back. I am happy just to have my bed back. Having familiar things around make it feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit being small which we need to adjust to, the house has a homely feeling about it and I love it at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids will be in separate bedrooms for the first time and I wonder how this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; will work. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every house has a story and I am excited to experience what this house will bring us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-7520511743199720263?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/7520511743199720263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=7520511743199720263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7520511743199720263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/7520511743199720263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-moving-into-new-home.html' title='We are moving into a new home'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sbkaiom5xpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/874HnCalbbs/s72-c/oscaa-00000983-001-fb_b~Rats-at-Entrance-to-Home-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-288817269700963996</id><published>2009-03-05T10:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:23:15.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Food'/><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sa8-EYD9HLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8XnNUr5hka4/s1600-h/restless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309530730592541874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sa8-EYD9HLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8XnNUr5hka4/s400/restless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am looking for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; as to why I am so restless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was restless when I was in Perth. I was eager to move to new land and experience new adventures. Now I am in the new land, I am eager to feel settled. For what? Back to routine. Now I understand why people I love said I am difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone I love said that I have no sense of time. The same person has also said that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am trying to connect these two together to understand myself. Am I trying to do too many things in such a short time or am I trying to not to think about time so I could achieved what I wanted irrespective of how long it took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone has given me a poem 15 years ago titled "Restless Heart". Its somewhere in the Indian Ocean now. Once I found it in the next two weeks, I will post it in this blog. I thank that friend for being there for me at the time. I wish I could meet him again and have another deep and meaningful conversation to help me get my compass right again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-288817269700963996?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/288817269700963996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=288817269700963996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/288817269700963996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/288817269700963996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/03/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/Sa8-EYD9HLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8XnNUr5hka4/s72-c/restless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-818854423113513939</id><published>2009-02-26T13:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:12:33.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>A Piece of Mind about Malaysian Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306992159919197698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaY5QHXETgI/AAAAAAAAADc/R1okexQkHVA/s200/monkey+prison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Being in Singapore allows me to have a closer look at Malaysian politics. I have always been interested in politic as I grew up among politicians. I remember that my house was once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(a) a place for members to register their names to join the party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(b) a meeting place for the party and discuss strategies to win &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;next local election&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(c) storeroom for the flags, posters, bags, umbrellas with logo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was once a strong supporter of this political party and still am a supporter to this day but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; faith and trust is fading quicker than Singapore's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have lived overseas for over 10 years now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when I started comparing the politics of the countries I have lived in with Malaysia's - my country. Then I worked with a Malaysian company with a a subsidiary overseas. A company that has been awarded with multi billion ringgit of a major government contract. (it turned sour, of course and government had to inject a few millions to save it). That was when I experienced first hand how government contract was actually awarded. I was reminded by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CEOs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that "technical-know-who" is more important than "technical-know-how". It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to face my foreign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; and having to explain that's how they do business in Malaysia. I thought that was maybe a one-off case. As time passed by and I grew older, I saw more cases like that happening in Malaysia and some of them are my friends who took advantage of the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When all government in civilised countries are discussing about what they need to do to face the global economic recession, how to protect employment, what they need to do to the local banking industry - I was amazed at what the big hype in Malaysia? The distribution of naked photo of a politician. Is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;, what is our priority?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that only the highly educated knows what is going on with the Malaysian economy, government policies etc. The public only gets stories that they would like to hear. A senior minister commented on TV that Malaysia will only be "slightly" affected by the global recession. Is that the truth? The government will spent about $8b, but does public/taxpayers know what will they be spending on? Isn't the public ready to hear the truth? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Australian government made this publicly available and public will know how these plans will affect them. They are heavily criticised for bad spending too. Singaporean government is much faster than Australia (being PAP the only power party) has announced their plan, has launched several programmes for the public particularly retraining schemes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ensure&lt;/span&gt; that public gets ready when it hits them bad. Malaysians will loose out - but only the public at large, not the politicians. They know what they are protecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The current chaos is probably needed to shake off all of the useless people that has been governing the country for a long time. Maybe we need to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; now for the future generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learn, learn, learn from everyone around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-818854423113513939?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/818854423113513939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=818854423113513939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/818854423113513939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/818854423113513939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/02/piece-of-mind-about-malaysian-politic.html' title='A Piece of Mind about Malaysian Politics'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaY5QHXETgI/AAAAAAAAADc/R1okexQkHVA/s72-c/monkey+prison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-5776514890879220972</id><published>2009-02-24T09:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:08:31.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>Adjustments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaNjOSMgLaI/AAAAAAAAABI/Kg2z2sbYl4Y/s1600-h/breastfeeding+postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306193883026173346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaNjOSMgLaI/AAAAAAAAABI/Kg2z2sbYl4Y/s400/breastfeeding+postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaNWPeHdPkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kq_AEKGu2T0/s1600-h/breastfeeding+postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have found a house in Bukit Timah. The challenge is now to make that house a home. We will move in next week when our furniture arrives here. House is walking distance to both Sophia's and Johan's schools which is good. They will start school next week. Sophia is excited but Johan is the complete opposite. That would be my challenge. Kids teach you patience. I am adjusting to being at home. I was an absentee mother for the last two years. I am trying my very best to make up for the lost time. Tell you what - children are very forgiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel liberated not having to think (responsible/obligated) of work but at the same time I feel like I am loosing myself. I feel like I am loosing my identity as "Zana". This will be worse when the kids start school as I will be known as Sophia's mum and Johan's mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nearly eight years now and I am still adjusting to motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-5776514890879220972?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/5776514890879220972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=5776514890879220972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5776514890879220972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/5776514890879220972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/02/adjustments.html' title='Adjustments'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaNjOSMgLaI/AAAAAAAAABI/Kg2z2sbYl4Y/s72-c/breastfeeding+postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512182498094926583.post-3333203106513566106</id><published>2009-02-23T01:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:09:27.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>New phase, new place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO02MnAF3I/AAAAAAAAACY/tzObK2bIB6M/s1600-h/singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306283629163321202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO02MnAF3I/AAAAAAAAACY/tzObK2bIB6M/s320/singapore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO0R6_5mwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vpviQ9rV8J8/s1600-h/singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New chapter but memories remain. How could I forget the beautiful faces, places and most treasured friendships. Goodbye Perth and welcome Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6512182498094926583-3333203106513566106?l=perfectpostcards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/feeds/3333203106513566106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6512182498094926583&amp;postID=3333203106513566106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/3333203106513566106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6512182498094926583/posts/default/3333203106513566106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectpostcards.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-phase-new-place.html' title='New phase, new place'/><author><name>Not a nomad anymore unless its Rio.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923807798469995227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO62LKVBQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lQ-EGVBMV98/S220/IMG_0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBA3B0UYDXk/SaO02MnAF3I/AAAAAAAAACY/tzObK2bIB6M/s72-c/singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
