<?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-12237757</id><updated>2012-02-13T10:48:56.308+08:00</updated><category term='dogsters'/><category term='land rover'/><category term='Px'/><category term='blabber'/><category term='bigscreen'/><title type='text'>Matreshka Siesta Fiesta</title><subtitle type='html'>Thumb twiddler</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-4638860052310935762</id><published>2010-05-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:41:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>My parents came over to watch the kids today. When they were leaving, EJ decided that he&amp;#39;d teach Emma (who&amp;#39;s just under 4 months) a thing or two. Looking at her, he said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mei mei, call &amp;#39;Ah Kong&amp;#39;. Say &amp;#39;bye bye&amp;#39;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, teacher!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-4638860052310935762?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/4638860052310935762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=4638860052310935762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4638860052310935762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4638860052310935762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2010/05/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-6634344534870710823</id><published>2010-05-18T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:00:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First MRT ride</title><content type='html'>Milestone: Emma took her first train ride today on the NEL from Chinatown to Outram. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Collected her passport today. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She starts cracking up while playing peekaboo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She did her first full flip 2 days ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-6634344534870710823?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/6634344534870710823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=6634344534870710823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6634344534870710823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6634344534870710823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-mrt-ride.html' title='First MRT ride'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7504475712497799003</id><published>2010-02-27T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:03:24.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kueh Bankit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/S4s8UnM2yoI/AAAAAAAAABY/jlHrNXDwGJ4/s1600-h/IMG00119-20100227-2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/S4s8UnM2yoI/AAAAAAAAABY/jlHrNXDwGJ4/s320/IMG00119-20100227-2311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443510899425331842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year, and as usual, we stocked up on a number of festive goodies.&lt;p&gt;Pointing to the Kueh Bankit, EJ went: "Eat!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked: "How many?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EJ: "Many!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7504475712497799003?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7504475712497799003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7504475712497799003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7504475712497799003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7504475712497799003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2010/02/kueh-bankit.html' title='Kueh Bankit'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/S4s8UnM2yoI/AAAAAAAAABY/jlHrNXDwGJ4/s72-c/IMG00119-20100227-2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7250532711088034947</id><published>2010-02-12T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:41:46.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On TV one day</title><content type='html'>A Tiger Beer Chinese New Year commercial was showing on tv. When the bottle appeared in the last frame, EJ exclaimed:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;JUICE!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Such innocence. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7250532711088034947?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7250532711088034947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7250532711088034947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7250532711088034947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7250532711088034947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-tv-one-day.html' title='On TV one day'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-56130184534021929</id><published>2009-10-22T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:45:19.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contractor Encounter</title><content type='html'>We moved into a new place two months back and have been doing our renovation in phases. &amp;nbsp;We're now in phase 2, but a few days ago, I spoke to our designer to have some cabinets done during Phase 1 rectified. &amp;nbsp;He was briefed in person, and he said that he'd arrange for the carpenter to come down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today a team of two persons came down: &amp;nbsp;Carpenter 1 and Carpenter 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpenter 1 went upstairs to fix the cabinets in the bathrooms, while Carpenter 2's role was to fix the ones in the hall. &amp;nbsp;After he fixed some, he said he completed it. &amp;nbsp;So I pointed out one main area that wasn't fixed yet. &amp;nbsp;Basically a piece of a wooden panel looked slanted... but he couldn't see it. &amp;nbsp;And when he finally did, he told me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpenter 2:&lt;/b&gt; It's like that because of the heat and sunlight. That's why it's warped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Huh? &amp;nbsp;It's only been 2 months since we moved in. (Plus it's indoors!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpenter 2: &lt;/b&gt;Ya, it takes only a month or two before it warps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;(err... do you think i'm that dumb? If it warps, then ALL the panels would be affected right?) &amp;nbsp;It's been like that ever since you guys completed the job. &amp;nbsp;(We just decided to point it out to you guys since you're doing phase 2 now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me to Carpenter 1: &lt;/b&gt;Do you see that the edges of this part is protruding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpenter 1: &lt;/b&gt;Yes, I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpenter 2: &lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I left it to them to fix it. &amp;nbsp;After they were done, it was much better. &amp;nbsp;But I decided to throw in a spanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me to Carpenter 2:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;If the wood warps so easily, why did you guys supply me such low quality material? &amp;nbsp;Shouldn't you guys have suggested something better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpenter 2: &lt;/b&gt;Err. &amp;nbsp;All wood is like that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;(riiiiight. Not the first time I'm doing renovation, you know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the workmanship is at fault, don't blame the poor wood. &amp;nbsp;Anyway all is good now &amp;nbsp;:)&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/12237757-56130184534021929?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/56130184534021929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=56130184534021929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/56130184534021929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/56130184534021929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2009/10/contractor-encounter.html' title='Contractor Encounter'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-4033658955804818780</id><published>2009-10-22T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:58:43.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s been a while since I last posted an entry.  So many things have  &lt;br&gt;been happening and well, most of our updates have migrated to  &lt;br&gt;Facebook. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-4033658955804818780?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/4033658955804818780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=4033658955804818780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4033658955804818780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4033658955804818780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-1162743958774659546</id><published>2009-01-05T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:06:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Five days late, but what the heck.&lt;p&gt;I wonder when I&amp;#39;ll ever get round to updating this blog.&lt;p&gt;heh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-1162743958774659546?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-2110717359677741302</id><published>2008-10-31T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:16:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby Game</title><content type='html'>EJ has a new game that he seems to enjoy.  It doesn't require any toys, and it's cheap.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;It's just a little painful at times.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's called &lt;B&gt;"Let's fry bee hoon on mummy's head".&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;My hair is the bee hoon.&lt;/DIV&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/12237757-2110717359677741302?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/2110717359677741302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=2110717359677741302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2110717359677741302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2110717359677741302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-baby-game.html' title='New Baby Game'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-8327866464646349657</id><published>2008-08-06T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:29:08.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family  ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;ALT. FCT. EMT. NST. SKT. QKT.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-8327866464646349657?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/8327866464646349657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=8327866464646349657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8327866464646349657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8327866464646349657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-family.html' title='Our Family  ;)'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-4027341576680499630</id><published>2008-06-04T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:25:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School vis-a-vis Tuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Read this in the papers: &lt;A href="http://www.straitstimes.com/ST%2BForum/Story/STIStory_244162.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/ST%2BForum/Story/STIStory_244162.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;What really baffles me is this statement: &lt;B&gt;"...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt; one teacher recently suggested that my son get tuition and learn the lessons ahead of the class so that by the time she gets to the lesson, my son can follow it."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I'm not familiar with the current education syllabus, but I'm getting the impression that tuition is now much more effective than going to school!  In that case, maybe kids should just go for full-time private or centre-based tuition and save the 6 hours which-was-previously-meant-for-school per day for play instead  :-)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-4027341576680499630?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/4027341576680499630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=4027341576680499630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4027341576680499630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4027341576680499630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-vis-vis-tuition.html' title='School vis-a-vis Tuition'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5445580879435829529</id><published>2008-05-24T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:04:56.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;... that fish could sleep vertically.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;... that fish enjoy "lying" down on surfaces (sand bed or rocks) to sleep.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Either that, or we really have a bunch of weird fish.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5445580879435829529?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5445580879435829529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5445580879435829529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5445580879435829529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5445580879435829529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-never-knew.html' title='I never knew...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3236636105273158737</id><published>2008-05-03T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:54:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones Go Religious. Really?</title><content type='html'>Saw this on &lt;a href="www.popgadget.net"&gt;Popgadget&lt;/a&gt; which led me to this article on Wired: &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2008/04/the-buddha-phon.html"&gt;The Buddha Phone&lt;/a&gt;.  Nokia has come up with a Buddhist version of the N70 phone.  In gold and jade, it's complete with  Buddhist chants, an engraved picture of the Kuanyin or Goddess of Mercy, built-in Buddhist scriptures in MP3, a picture of the Buddha for it's start-up screen, and even with waves of light spiralling out behind when the phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_68af8a621bfe49461268ufxNEZooRIqZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_68af8a621bfe49461268ufxNEZooRIqZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_e9f243f412f0f370cb74OLmOU4bJQcJP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_e9f243f412f0f370cb74OLmOU4bJQcJP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_5b35236c1396ab931fd4JOtmacfo3qJB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_5b35236c1396ab931fd4JOtmacfo3qJB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_447c5052fbc0cbb5606fUoWBgz7KE7S5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_447c5052fbc0cbb5606fUoWBgz7KE7S5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_b663d092681f99832d7dGbgfdSUzKbah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_b663d092681f99832d7dGbgfdSUzKbah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the battery is embellished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_2355c94c8f7d1adada6d8Dt4p9VXDPG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bbs.duote.com/attachments/day_071225/20071225_2355c94c8f7d1adada6d8Dt4p9VXDPG1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The phone has been endorsed by a Buddhist monk, but according to the writer, he's less/or not famous and also unheard of.  It also includes a certificate with a picture of the Monk.  Though the laminated certificate seems quite out-of-place in a Nokia-designed packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the official Nokia site has information on this phone.  Here's the &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tvgame360.com.tw%2Fviewthread.php%3Ftid%3D56577%26extra%3Dpage%253D1&amp;amp;langpair=zh%7Cen&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8"&gt;translated version&lt;/a&gt; of their Taiwanese source. And here's the original post in &lt;a href="http://www.tvgame360.com.tw/viewthread.php?tid=56577&amp;amp;extra=page%3D1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3236636105273158737?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3236636105273158737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3236636105273158737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3236636105273158737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3236636105273158737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/05/phones-go-religious-really.html' title='Phones Go Religious. Really?'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5759402035108320493</id><published>2008-05-02T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:09:37.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I'm impressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/SBraUe5p-6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LE9cWbJGS1U/s1600-h/Photo_050208_001-777103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/SBraUe5p-6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LE9cWbJGS1U/s320/Photo_050208_001-777103.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195705165552417698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With myself. I have mastered the art of wearing Elijah&amp;#39;s socks with one hand!&lt;p&gt;*cue applause*&lt;p&gt;What other mommy feat do I have to accomplish, I wonder? I need the mommy wu3 lin2 mi4 ji2! (watched too many eps of Legend of the Condor Heroes already lah...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5759402035108320493?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5759402035108320493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5759402035108320493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5759402035108320493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5759402035108320493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-im-impressed.html' title='Wow I&apos;m impressed'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/SBraUe5p-6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LE9cWbJGS1U/s72-c/Photo_050208_001-777103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3570596972114455994</id><published>2008-04-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:17:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress update</title><content type='html'>Elijah is now 9 weeks old... And boy oh boy has he grown! From 3.455kg at birth, he weighed a hefty 5.7kg 2 weeks ago. Just on Sunday, he&amp;#39;s put on another half kilo to make 6.2kg!  His height at birth was 53cm, and on 1 Apr, he was already 59.5cm.&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#39;s found his hands... And has started communicating with gurgles, ooohs and aaahs. He&amp;#39;s also responding with smiles, especially to silly sounding tunes. heh.&lt;p&gt;Recently, he&amp;#39;s also become more observant and has been smiling and &amp;quot;chatting&amp;quot; with the Cat, dog and duck pictures on the wall by hos cot. It&amp;#39;s quite amusing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3570596972114455994?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3570596972114455994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3570596972114455994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3570596972114455994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3570596972114455994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/04/progress-update.html' title='Progress update'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-2146900652904251579</id><published>2008-04-07T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:56:32.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got this from the Charlie Bit Me link... check out the baby's laugh while he's watching Wii Golf.  It's quite infectious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_mBLWpdwnI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_mBLWpdwnI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other babies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kung Fu Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Awm9nE8bJtI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Awm9nE8bJtI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby laughing like the devil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXNnJE6gNEk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXNnJE6gNEk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-2146900652904251579?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/2146900652904251579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=2146900652904251579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2146900652904251579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2146900652904251579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/04/golf-is-funny.html' title='Golf is funny'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-4016694614986717641</id><published>2008-04-07T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:36:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Bit Me... 16 million views</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I caught this on CNN USA's (StarHub Ch 93) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://edition.cnn.com/video/#/video/bestoftv/2008/03/28/not.just.another.cable.cnn"&gt;Not Just Another Cable News Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A simple 40-second home video featuring two brothers that garnered a whopping 16 million views on YouTube (on CNN it was reported as 14 million then).  It's been so popular that it's gotten many spoofs, and their father has even set up a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=10034707129"&gt;Facebook group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that currently has 907 members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amazing.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-4016694614986717641?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/4016694614986717641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=4016694614986717641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4016694614986717641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/4016694614986717641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlie-bit-me-16-million-views.html' title='Charlie Bit Me... 16 million views'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-483882906462194591</id><published>2008-03-26T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:59:18.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This Mas Selamat business has got to end soon, man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few days ago in the early morning, I received a text message.  Half dazed, I looked at my phone and saw a mass SMS from the police.  The message read somewhat like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Mas Selamat has been nabbed. He was caught under a viaduct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(or bridge) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;at Shunfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; (or some street near Macritchie reservoir)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I collapsed back to bed. Next thing I knew when I (really) woke up, the SMS was gone from my phone. So there were only two possibilities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) I accidentally deleted the message in my half-sleep mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) It was a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I checked with Adrian (via SMS) if he received such a message, and checked out ChannelNews Asia at the same time.  Adrian's answer to me was "nope", and the top story on CNA was something less newsworthy.  So the conclusion was #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Psychic dream?  Perhaps the police should go hunt under all the bridges around the Macritchie area.  Will I get the rewards then?  heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much of this news going on that even the terrorist has invaded my dreams... Freddie Krueger.  It just felt so real.  :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-483882906462194591?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/483882906462194591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=483882906462194591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/483882906462194591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/483882906462194591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-terrorist.html' title='Sleep Terrorist'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3360492304916914117</id><published>2008-03-17T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:33:10.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESP</title><content type='html'>Little Elijah has just turned one month old... and he already has ESP.&lt;p&gt;ESP - Eat. Sleep. Poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3360492304916914117?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3360492304916914117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3360492304916914117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3360492304916914117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3360492304916914117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/03/esp.html' title='ESP'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5042220559751376593</id><published>2008-02-20T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:27:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>Just a quick (and overdue) update -- our son, Elijah, is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was admitted to Mt Alvernia Hospital on 11 February and Elijah was born in the wee hours of Tuesday 12 February.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who sent their congratulations, made the trip to visit us in hospital and especially to all the doctors, nurses and hospital staff, and pastoral care volunteers involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will give more details later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5042220559751376593?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5042220559751376593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5042220559751376593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5042220559751376593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5042220559751376593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-feb-2008.html' title='12 Feb 2008'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-2434648732954183136</id><published>2008-02-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:57:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL waiting for Elijah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In case you're wondering, the little one is still being elusive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expected date of delivery was originally on 8 Feb 2008 - which was also my birthday.  But two weeks ago, when we went for our appointment, it seemed likely that he would have been an early baby, and expected to be out before the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in anticipation, we waited. We didn't mind it happening during CNY itself, and even better -- if it were on 8th Feb so we could share the same birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited. A week passed, and at the next appointment, our doctor said that it looks like there's no sign of an early delivery and we'd play it by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 6th of Feb, we had everything ready -- baby car seat, hospital bag, cameras, documents, etc.  All ready to go in case we needed to head to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Feb. No sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Feb. EDD day! No sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Feb. No sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Feb. Today. STILL no sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one has been playing cat and mouse (or Rat) with us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We've been getting SMSes and calls asking if the baby is out yet.  And today, when we went for Mass, our friends and priest saw that I'm still pregnant. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he wants to be born on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Lourdes"&gt;Feast Day of Our Lady of Lourdes&lt;/a&gt; on 11 Feb.  Well, let's cross our fingers that he does! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-2434648732954183136?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/2434648732954183136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=2434648732954183136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2434648732954183136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2434648732954183136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-waiting-for-elijah.html' title='STILL waiting for Elijah'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7567305505514386770</id><published>2007-12-21T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:30:20.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are nice people afterall</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s going to be a beautiful Christmas. I just got on the train headed towards Novena for my antenatal class. The train was full at first. At the other side of the carriage, I saw someone give up his seat to an old lady. &lt;p&gt;Subsequently, at the next station, someone vacated his/her seat across the train... but unlike the usual seat-grabbing situation, a couple and a teenage boy gestured to me that there was an empty seat and everyone waited for me to take the seat.&lt;p&gt;When at first I felt hopeless that Singaporeans were generally apathetic, I am now hopeful for the few I&amp;#39;ve seen today..&lt;p&gt;:) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7567305505514386770?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7567305505514386770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7567305505514386770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7567305505514386770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7567305505514386770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-are-nice-people-afterall.html' title='There are nice people afterall'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5562560098375627471</id><published>2007-12-19T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:10:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>So many things have been happening lately and I haven&amp;#39;t quite updated this blog... Not to mention, Flickr has taken a hiatus as well.&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#39;s see...&lt;p&gt;17 Nov - Cheryll came back for a short vacation and the girls came over for a gathering. We also kind of inaugurated our Nintendo Wii with Wii Sports, Ravin Rabbids and one of Veggesaurus&amp;#39; super-violent games (not available here). &lt;p&gt;18 Nov - my dad received the Sacraments of Baptism and Confirmed and Adrian had his Confirmation as well in a beautiful ceremony in Church.&lt;p&gt;2 Dec - Adrian did his 3rd full marathon. As usual, I was runspirator following the trail. &lt;p&gt;For 5 weeks every Tuesday from Nov, the two of us took basic Spanish lessons. Our teacher is the mom of Ami (our wedding videographer) who came from Mexico. It&amp;#39;s a small group and it was pretty fun. Tho I must say that espanol is pretty difficult! For me at least.&lt;p&gt;Now that the lessons are over, we&amp;#39;re attending weekly antenatal classes at Mt A. Yes... We&amp;#39;re having a baby. Haha. It&amp;#39;s been 8 months and come CNY 2008, we&amp;#39;ll have a new addition. 4 more lessons to go! The exercise bit is quite fun... Esp the part where Adrian learns the massage techniques. hahah&lt;p&gt;ok. That&amp;#39;s all for now. My fingers are cramping using the small keyboard on the treo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5562560098375627471?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5562560098375627471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5562560098375627471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5562560098375627471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5562560098375627471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5849442679903511133</id><published>2007-10-24T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:27:28.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidgeting</title><content type='html'>On the bus now and the lady who&amp;#39;s sitting next to me keeps fidgeting her legs... As if there&amp;#39;s a cockroach running about. But I don&amp;#39;t think so.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s making me a little uncomfortable. Brrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5849442679903511133?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5849442679903511133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5849442679903511133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5849442679903511133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5849442679903511133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/10/fidgeting.html' title='Fidgeting'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-8013139673963574857</id><published>2007-09-20T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:27:45.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How apt!</title><content type='html'>I'm wearing my Threadless "&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/543/This_is_not_a_Pipe"&gt;This is not a pipe&lt;/a&gt;" tee and while walking to the bus stop this morning, the theme song for Super Mario Bros starts playing in my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.threadless.com/product/543/minizoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 248px;" src="http://media.threadless.com/product/543/minizoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually felt like Luigi and Mario for those few minutes. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-8013139673963574857?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/8013139673963574857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=8013139673963574857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8013139673963574857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8013139673963574857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-apt.html' title='How apt!'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5861052463992686312</id><published>2007-08-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:22:43.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unusual.com.sg/news_images/tsai_qin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 286px;" src="http://www.unusual.com.sg/news_images/tsai_qin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been waiting for this day since I bought the tickets to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.unusual.com.sg/tsai_qin.html"&gt;Cai Qin's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; concert in May.  My indulgence -- ahem, category 1 tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TONIGHT! We will be headed for the Indoor Stadium to witness the wonders of this magnificent diva's voice again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so looking forward to it.&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/12237757-5861052463992686312?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5861052463992686312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5861052463992686312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5861052463992686312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5861052463992686312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/08/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back!'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-8257193220791849169</id><published>2007-07-31T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:25:15.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigscreen'/><title type='text'>Gold Class: More Than Meets The Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I know we're     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;s  l  o  w . . .&lt;/span&gt;   We caught the &lt;a href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt; movie only last night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But we watched it at Golden Village VivoCity's &lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/cinemas_gvgoldclass.jsp"&gt;Gold Class&lt;/a&gt; theatre.  There are 3 Gold Class theatres at GV Vivo, with a common lounge area that serves wine, food and other beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gv.com.sg/cinemas_gvgoldclass.jsp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.gv.com.sg/movies/images/gc_pic3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inside... with velvety red seats, akin to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the size of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;airlines' business class seats, and adjustable leg rests at just a touch of the button, it was a night of absolute entertainment luxury.  Between the two seats, was a mid-sized table so you could put your food and belongings on.  There was also a service button, so if you wanted to order some food or drinks before or in-between the movie, you just had to call for the staff.  By the armrest was a large blanket that you could cuddle under -- something we didn't expect. Because before the movie, we were actually worried that it would be cold because of the rain.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance to the screens was pretty comfortable, and even though it looked like a small theatre, the screen was actually pretty huge.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And considering it was a Monday night, the theatre was almost full house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that quite a large proportion of the audience were expats. Perhaps because of the higher-than-usual cinema ticket rates in their home countries, they might be used to paying similar amounts for a normal movie. Gold Class tickets here at $25 per pax might be quite a nominal sum for the luxury and space they get.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/downloads/transformers8_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.transformersmovie.com/downloads/transformers8_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Transformers at the Gold Class theatre was well worth it. We're now quite sold to the idea of Gold Class -- but we'll have to be selective of the shows we'll catch there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next show that we might catch?  (but not at Gold Class) &lt;a href="http://www.festivefilms.com/lavieenrose/"&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/a&gt; about my fav French singer - Edith Piaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.festivefilms.com/lavieenrose/1sheet_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 351px;" src="http://www.festivefilms.com/lavieenrose/1sheet_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-8257193220791849169?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/8257193220791849169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=8257193220791849169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8257193220791849169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8257193220791849169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/07/gold-class-more-than-meets-eye.html' title='Gold Class: More Than Meets The Eye'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-436903637147687826</id><published>2007-07-08T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:29:18.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Onitsuka Tiger</title><content type='html'>I finally got my &lt;A href="http://www.onitsukatiger.com/"&gt;Onitsuka Tiger&lt;/A&gt; sneakers!  Tried a pair at Tangs but the last pair in my size was a display piece, so I bought it from Star Three Sixty at Wheelock Place instead.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At the sports chain I worked at (a long time ago), I learnt that Asics was &lt;B&gt;*the*&lt;/B&gt; brand to buy for running shoes. Even its average pair was lighter than the Air Huarache, Nike's lightest shoe then.  But Asics' designs never quite caught on with me, and they were mainly running shoes.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;So I bought the suede &lt;A href="http://www.shoeclassics.com/page22.html"&gt;Adidas Gazelle&lt;/A&gt; when it was first bought into Singapore in 1994.  And in 1999/2000, the classic &lt;A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adidas_Superstar"&gt;Adidas Superstar&lt;/A&gt;.  I wore them to death.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Since then, I've been hunting for a pair of Superstars that I really liked. But I haven't found one like my old pair.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Till I saw the Onitsuka Tiger.  So now I have my first pair of Asics.  :)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-436903637147687826?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/436903637147687826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=436903637147687826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/436903637147687826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/436903637147687826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-onitsuka-tiger.html' title='My Onitsuka Tiger'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-2596063045672033915</id><published>2007-07-02T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:39:23.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Are Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a very eventful afternoon yesterday. The actual event day for &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/"&gt;Hair For Hope&lt;/a&gt; by the Children's Cancer Foundation.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From 12pm to 7pm, &lt;a href="http://www.novenasquare.com/"&gt;Novena Square&lt;/a&gt; was buzzing with activity.  At Square 2, was a YES 93.3FM stage event, and at the new wing of Velocity, was a signing-up exercise for the People's Association PAssion Run.  Over at the main atrium at Novena Square, was Hair For Hope 2007 where volunteers took the brave step to have their heads shaved completely bald -- to let the children, who have been afflicted by the illness and undergoing chemotherapy, know that they are not alon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e and that it's OK to lose your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/684067059/in/set-72157600586720137/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/684067059_5c2274f47b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We turned up early before &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/shaveeBIO.php?identificationNo=S7706603I"&gt;Adrian's&lt;/a&gt; scheduled turn, so we hung around the area.  From upstairs as we watched the event, we saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; volunteers of all walks of life.  There were male and female, young and old, short haired and long haired... they all turned up.  There were peo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ple who didn't sign up beforehand, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ut walk-in registrations who contributed $30 and had their heads shaved on-the-spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a 6-year old boy getting his head shaved.  A 13-year old girl. A lady who had grey hair and looked like she was retired.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we saw two visually-impaired volunteers from the Singapore Association of the Visually Handicapped (SAVH) going up on the platform with their canes.  It was touching.  When interviewed by the emcee, one of them said, "We are also beneficiaries from the SAVH and we also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;want to show the children that we support them."  For sure, they've shown that everyone plays a part and there's really no such thing as a barrier when it comes to acts of charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/683714765/in/set-72157600586720137/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 198px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/683714765_67c10ad26b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adrian's shave was scheduled at 5.05pm.  Towards 4.40pm, friends and family started appearing.  Aside from our families, our friends from RCIA Holy Cross, Alvin &amp; Irene came with family in tow - Megan, Gabriel and their maid.  Agnes was there too. We also met Lance from Church, who happened to be one of the volunteer organisers for the event. As I found out, he's been an active CCF volunteer for the past 10 years. Our friends Esther, Ivan and &lt;a href="http://natashayong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nat&lt;/a&gt; were there too.  And on the spot, Alvin signed up and also offered for his head to be shaved.  At 5pm, Adrian and Alvin queued for their turn. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watch the video (high-speed) here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="245" width="297"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwI9YVcqJ4c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwI9YVcqJ4c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="245" width="297"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Fundraising efforts are still continuing.  Do drop by &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/shaveeBIO.php?identificationNo=S7706603I"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to leave a message or give a little contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/684971708/in/set-72157600586720137/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 535px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1227/684971708_b1d705c6bc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-2596063045672033915?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/2596063045672033915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=2596063045672033915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2596063045672033915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2596063045672033915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/07/kids-are-not-alone.html' title='The Kids Are Not Alone'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7999278907622064750</id><published>2007-07-01T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:41:27.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're around Novena tomorrow (Sunday 1 July)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do come by Velocity@Novena Square between 12pm - 7pm.  Over 250 brave volunteers (male and female, young and old) will be having their heads shaved for the charity fundraising event, Hair For Hope, for the Children's Cancer Foundation. (See my previous post &lt;a href="http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/05/hair-for-hope-2007.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Adrian's head will be shaved at 5pm. So if you're around the area, do pop by and give us and the rest a shout!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7999278907622064750?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7999278907622064750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7999278907622064750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7999278907622064750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7999278907622064750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-youre-around-novena-tomorrow-sunday.html' title='If you&apos;re around Novena tomorrow (Sunday 1 July)...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5638271816252401694</id><published>2007-06-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:25:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean's Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/Rn1XXGl4OJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHk3KF_12Ms/s1600-h/oceans13_teaser_1sheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/Rn1XXGl4OJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHk3KF_12Ms/s320/oceans13_teaser_1sheet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079312009161881746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a very sumptuous dinner at Crystal Jade Kitchen, the 4 of us went into Lido 3 for the 9:45pm screening of &lt;a href="http://oceans13.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Ocean's Thirteen&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I enjoyed both Ocean's Eleven and Ocean's Twelve, but I was a little apprehensive about the third instalment. I figured that it would be good, but I was afraid that I'd be disappointed.  And as I found out later, Adrian felt the same way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 hours later, the verdict is out.  We LOVED it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great cast and camaraderie, it was fresh, hilarious, smart, sneaky and uber cool.  Catch it, if you can :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5638271816252401694?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oceans13.warnerbros.com/' title='Ocean&apos;s Thirteen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5638271816252401694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5638271816252401694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5638271816252401694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5638271816252401694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/06/oceans-thirteen.html' title='Ocean&apos;s Thirteen'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uYqOWCjgG4Q/Rn1XXGl4OJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHk3KF_12Ms/s72-c/oceans13_teaser_1sheet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-6066964948998823009</id><published>2007-06-22T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:10:40.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad for the heart &amp; soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I met the most obnoxious (or unhappy) woman at Paragon today.  I was at the supermarket and waiting in line at the cashier when this woman in her 40s or 50s conveniently sneaked over and slid in front of me.  When I realised what had happened, I leaned over and informed/reminded her, "Excuse me, I was here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, she shouted at me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SO YOU GO LAR! NO BIG DEAL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Err, hello? I spoke softly to save her any embarrassment in case it was a genuine mistake. But since she decided to blow it up herself, I figured that she was only embarrassing herself. And since she was so defensive, I guess she must have cut in deliberately. She obviously knew what she did since I didn't even get to finish my sentence. So if it were really "no big deal", she needn't cut the queue. After all, I was the last person in the queue and I didn't have that many things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stomped off and queued behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback at her outburst and I was tempted to say something in retaliation.  But something held me back and I decided to let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I saw that she had gone off to another queue, but since that other queue took too long, she switched queues again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was leaving the supermarket, I looked out for her.  For some reason unknown to me, I wanted to give her a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to ease her surliness? Maybe to tell her to 'relax'?  I don't know.  It was just something I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity though, that she seemed to avoid looking at my eyes after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it was a bad day for her, and not because she's usually so high-strung. Bad for blood pressure - for herself and the people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this episode, somehow I feel pretty glad that I didn't snap back at her in order to feel vindicated.  Patience... patience... I guess the pilgrimage must have really done me some good   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-6066964948998823009?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/6066964948998823009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=6066964948998823009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6066964948998823009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6066964948998823009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-for-heart-soul.html' title='Bad for the heart &amp; soul'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-439759004225228782</id><published>2007-06-21T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:34:41.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Px'/><title type='text'>Pilgrimage to France</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We returned from our pilgrimage two weeks ago. It was a good two-week experience visiting the various churches, cathedrals... and lots more.  Seeing the faith that people have in God.  Being witness to the amazing things that God has done.  Realising that the Saints, no matter how simple their lives seemed to be, weren't that simple afterall.  Because their faith runs in much deeper than any of us can imagine.  They faced persecution, they faced hardship, they were mocked, they suffered.  But it was just the very thought of knowing that God was on their side comforted them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was good meeting more people from Church and from other churches, the fellowship that we enjoyed.  The crazy things we did... doing the Amazing Race and running down the streets of Paris, the Champs-Élysées, l'Opera... Some of us lying down on the ground at midnight at La Defense.... and we were all aged between 28 and 50+!   Still so youthful  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating baguette every single day for every single meal.  And most importantly, learning that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Today is the first day of the rest of my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Absolutely fulfilling. Absolutely memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out my collection of photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/collections/72157600374910745/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;a href="http://bigyellowmonster.blogspot.com/2007/06/pilgrimag-france-27-may-10-june.html"&gt;Adrian's thoughts&lt;/a&gt; on the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-439759004225228782?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/439759004225228782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=439759004225228782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/439759004225228782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/439759004225228782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/06/pilgrimage-to-france.html' title='Pilgrimage to France'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5455439963135485727</id><published>2007-06-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:55:23.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts about donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's been three weeks since we've been to the nearby heartland mall.  Today, we noticed two new additions: a fish &amp; chips takeaway joint and Missy Donuts, another donut outlet which has joined in the donut craze foray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The write-up at its lightbox says that it's been around since the year 2000 and that all their dough nuts are freshly baked/prepared "right before your eyes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.missydonut.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.missydonut.com/Logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant we were dining in happened to face Missy Donut (which incidentally has the exact same colours as Dunkin' Donuts), and because we were in such a strategic position, we had a very good view of the queue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a particular lovey-dovey couple as our marker, as they started from the end of the queue (I am estimating 20 - 25 customers ahead of them), we kept time. From 8.30pm, they slowly inched their way through the snaking queue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it takes a queue of 2 - 3 hours  before one can even buy anything from the popular &lt;a href="http://www.donutfactory.com.sg/"&gt;Donut Factory&lt;/a&gt; at Raffles City. Well, for a placed considered "ulu" by lots of people, it took a good 45 minutes for the couple to reach the cashier counter to place their order.  They managed to leave by 9.20pm.  A total of 50 minutes in all... to buy dough nuts.  And hey, there are at least 2 - 3 other confectioneries at the same level selling dough nuts too.  Yet, the line here was neverending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Will we ever try these donuts ourselves? I don't know when that'll be... perhaps in one year's time when all the queues have died down?  Or if someone (who's willing to queue) offers to buy them for us!  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5455439963135485727?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5455439963135485727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5455439963135485727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5455439963135485727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5455439963135485727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/06/nuts-about-donuts.html' title='Nuts about donuts'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-392095127610761378</id><published>2007-05-30T05:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:21:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s day 3 (day 1) was on the plane. We&amp;#39;re on our way to Le Puy now (literally, in the coach). We just came from Ars where we visited the church where St Jean Marie Vianney&amp;#39;s body and incorrupt heart lies. Patron Saint of dioscesan priests.&lt;p&gt;We stayed the night at Paray le Monial last night where we saw the incorrupt body of St Margaret Mary Alacoque, who was visited by Christ with his sacred heart. Before that, was our first stop - Nevers, where we visited the place where St Bernadette of Lourdes spent the second half of her life at. Her incorrupt body with the most peaceful look on her face lies in the chapel there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-392095127610761378?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/392095127610761378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=392095127610761378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/392095127610761378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/392095127610761378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/05/saints.html' title='Saints'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-2646884520892819671</id><published>2007-05-19T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:36:14.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair For Hope 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dear Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/shaveeBIO.php?identificationNo=216"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.ccf.org.sg/images/bnr_hfh.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Sunday 1 July, &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/shaveeBIO.php?identificationNo=216"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt; will be participating in &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/index.php"&gt;Hair For Hope 2007&lt;/a&gt; at Velocity@Novena Square. Hair For Hope is an annual fundraising campaign for the &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/"&gt;Children's Cancer Foundation&lt;/a&gt; where vol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unteers will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have their head shaven bald. At present moment, there are 122 people who have promised to have their heads shaven for charity.  On top of raising funds for kids stricken with cancer, the event aims to raise further awareness of childhood cancer in Singapore and also tell the kids that we are rallying behind them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We look to your support in making this campaign a successful one for the kids.  Below is the link to Adrian's Hair For Hope online pledge page where you can make a donation.  No matter the amount, your contribution (and/or prayers for the kids) will be greatly appreciated.  You can also post a message in the page.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/shaveeBIO.php?identificationNo=216"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adrian's Online Pledge Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do read some of the &lt;a href="http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/messages.php"&gt;testimonials from cancer patients and their families&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We look forward to your support and we hope to see you there at Novena Square on 1 July (12pm - 7pm)!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please do spread the word too if you can.  Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-2646884520892819671?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/webApp/shaveeBIO.php?identificationNo=S7706603I' title='Hair For Hope 2007'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/2646884520892819671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=2646884520892819671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2646884520892819671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2646884520892819671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/05/hair-for-hope-2007.html' title='Hair For Hope 2007'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-2168582800586953569</id><published>2007-05-11T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:13:09.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Relief - Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miyagi/326758882/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/326758882_a1d87707c6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miyagi/326758882/"&gt;Mercy Relief - Philippines&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/miyagi/"&gt;Mr Miyagi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is long overdue. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, my sister emailed us this link that she stumbled upon while doing "boh-liau flickr surfing" as she called it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href=http://miyagi.sg/&gt;Mr Miyagi's&lt;/a&gt; Flickr site and Adrian was in some of the photos taken when Mercy Relief went to the Philippines after the typhoon in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a surprise to find this.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-2168582800586953569?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/2168582800586953569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=2168582800586953569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2168582800586953569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/2168582800586953569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/05/mercy-relief-philippines.html' title='Mercy Relief - Philippines'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/326758882_a1d87707c6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7588296149217359328</id><published>2007-04-21T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:53:01.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>Why is it that for the longest time, I feel that my hair is a mess?&lt;p&gt;And finally when I&amp;#39;m sitting in the salon waiting for my hairdresser before the haircut, that I suddenly feel that my hair looks perfect?&lt;p&gt;Weird, huh?&lt;p&gt;- blogging from the seat at the hairdressers now. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7588296149217359328?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7588296149217359328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7588296149217359328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7588296149217359328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7588296149217359328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/04/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3630282249674978028</id><published>2007-04-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:16:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brack Toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember that line from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0335266/"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/a&gt;?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow on Friday morning, while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; trying to get my dog from under the dining table, I stubbed my toe against the chair.  It hurt, but I thought the pain would go away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wore my shoes and went off to VivoCity to meet my colleagues for a birthday lunch. Then I started hobbling.  We had lunch at Marche, and I hobbled around Marche.  My colleagues wanted to go to Daiso.  So I hobbled to and within Daiso.  Then went down to the basement to buy lunch for another colleague.  And I hobbled down. It really didn't help that VivoCity is touted to be the LARGEST shopping mall in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got back to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took off my shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took a look at my right foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My colleagues and I and gasped in horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"ALAMAK!  I didn't realise my toe was THAT bad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a brack toe. And no amount of manicure will help :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's cos the bruise is on the toe itself, not on the nail.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a photo of the toe on my phone and sent it to Adrian.  But he couldn't really make out the picture cos it was too dark, so he said that he'd take a look at it when I got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After work, I met my two old friends for tea at Royal Copenhagen @ Takashimaya. I hobbled there... so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unglam&lt;/span&gt;.  Basically it was me hobbling around town... to Tangs, to Far East Plaza and back to Wheelock.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later that night, Adrian examined my toe and he said, "You might have cracked it."  So I'll have to let it heal by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus for the next week or so, I will be somewhat pai kah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3630282249674978028?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3630282249674978028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3630282249674978028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3630282249674978028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3630282249674978028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/04/brack-toe.html' title='Brack Toe'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-6851288346624753540</id><published>2007-04-11T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:53:16.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakey wakey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At her 1st month birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwGoE128S3Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwGoE128S3Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/12237757-6851288346624753540?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/6851288346624753540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=6851288346624753540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6851288346624753540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6851288346624753540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/04/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey wakey...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-8739659744548933585</id><published>2007-04-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:54:56.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pre-Quink. This is our welcome greeting every time we return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="260" width="340"&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDD7D3suOxg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDD7D3suOxg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="260" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now there are three.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-8739659744548933585?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/8739659744548933585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=8739659744548933585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8739659744548933585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8739659744548933585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-6129748856126508883</id><published>2007-04-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:26:07.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jo elle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/446216596/in/set-72157600003414816/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/446216596_25cb1a0784.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our niece officially turns a month old on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;elle&lt;/span&gt;'s the little daughter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shua&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;elle&lt;/span&gt;, Adrian's sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although the similarity of her name to her parents are purely coincidental, it makes the idea all the more cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a thought.  If adrian and I were to adopt the same formula for kids' names. We'd have either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frandrian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yikes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yellowsubmarine1926/452484075/in/set-72157600058659903/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 155px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/452484075_437e37bd32.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess it doesn't work as well with our names :-p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/452489682_d1fae48390.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-6129748856126508883?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/6129748856126508883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=6129748856126508883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6129748856126508883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/6129748856126508883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/04/jo-elle.html' title='jo elle'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-8827710497543959587</id><published>2007-04-04T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:51:20.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/445019428/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/445019428/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last Saturday, I learnt how to make a rosary.  It's the first time I've ever attempted anything remotely like jewellery making.  And even though I appreciate nice beaded necklaces and all, I prefer buying them off-the-shelf.  I've never actually been interested in trying to make any. I didn't think I had the knack for it.  When I found out that Adrian's friend's wife made her own wedding necklace, which was truly spectacular for a handmade piece, I was impressed -- but I never thought I could ever do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was really a little apprehensive when I signed up for the rosary-making session because I wasn't sure I'd enjoy it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, who helped organised the session, helped me purchase the tools and the Swarovski crystals. Because I didn't know the colour selection available, I just told her 'blue' or any 'dark colour' and left it up to her. And her taste was just perfect, as she helped me get crystals in turquoise. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The session was conducted at Alice's house, who was the main instructor. She was concise in giving instructions and was very, very encouraging. (she's not only skilled in crafts, she's a great cook as well! Lunch was delicious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each complete &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosary"&gt;rosary&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; of 5 decades, I would require 59 beads.  Using pliers and twisters, we had to twist the metal links and create little loops.  Some parts were really intricate (at least by my standards). Initially it was pretty tough. It was tiring, and painful.  Because once you get the 'pattern' of doing it, you find your most comfortable position, which after a while, becomes a little strenuous once I stay in that position for too long.  Also my index finger started to hurt because of the pressing. I joked about getting calluses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/445019428/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/445019428_d13f865701.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total for my first attempt, it took me a total of 3 hours to complete the rosary.  Despite the initial ouches, once I got the hang of it, it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hobby?  Perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-8827710497543959587?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/8827710497543959587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=8827710497543959587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8827710497543959587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/8827710497543959587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/04/rosary.html' title='Rosary'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3814305649171211526</id><published>2007-03-22T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:50:44.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just read &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/070322/3/47fgr.html"&gt;this terrible piece of news&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the dogs' fault. They're just trained to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3814305649171211526?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3814305649171211526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3814305649171211526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3814305649171211526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3814305649171211526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3986051826462701342</id><published>2007-03-18T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:56:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Sunday of Lent</title><content type='html'>The prodigal son returns to his father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3986051826462701342?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3986051826462701342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3986051826462701342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3986051826462701342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3986051826462701342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/03/4th-sunday-of-lent.html' title='4th Sunday of Lent'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5872609001280221862</id><published>2007-03-16T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:54:52.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolie Joelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/421222216/in/set-72157600003414816/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/421222216_bfa3c83453.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/421222216/in/set-72157600003414816/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/421222216/in/set-72157600003414816/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian's sis gave birth to a healthy bouncing (well, really we've not seen her bounce) baby girl on Monday 12 Mar.&lt;p&gt;Joelle Wong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's a gorgeous little one. And such a cutie pie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5872609001280221862?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5872609001280221862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5872609001280221862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5872609001280221862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5872609001280221862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/03/jolie-joelle.html' title='Jolie Joelle'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-509445147542396649</id><published>2007-03-15T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:11:58.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Scanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/421209212/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/421209212_0dd04e2c13_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/421209212/"&gt;Brand New Scanner&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/matreshka/"&gt;matreshka&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is our brand new Epson Perfection 3590 Photo scanner.  It actually is no longer in the market, but I'd been hunting for a scanner with an auto feed function to facilitate my photo archival process.  With the help of helpful Epson staff, I managed to source for one... direct from Epson itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to purchase the scanner (with auto film loader), and an additional Multi-Photo Loader attachment.  The Multi-Photo attachment actually cost more than the scanner itself... but I think the fact that it scans 3R and 4R photos (works better for matte photos) automatically (plus cropping!), it's well worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-509445147542396649?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/509445147542396649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=509445147542396649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/509445147542396649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/509445147542396649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/03/brand-new-scanner.html' title='Brand New Scanner'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/421209212_0dd04e2c13_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-9030973415537177878</id><published>2007-03-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:40:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10,957 days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9 March 1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;946,684,800 seconds = 15,778,080 minutes = 262,968 hours = 10,957 days = 1,560 weeks = 360 months = 30 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;9 March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Adrian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two parts to the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1: 9 March, Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Gordon Grill at the Goodwood Park Hotel of Wagyu beef, foie gras and oysters. Yum. Topped off with a little birthday cake from the deli at the hotel.  The birthday boy's review of dinner &lt;a href="http://bigyellowmonster.blogspot.com/2007/03/9th-march-2007-gordon-grill.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2: 10 March, Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise birthday party for Adrian. Now that was quite an adventure... but I will have to go zzz now. Will update tomorrow!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-9030973415537177878?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/9030973415537177878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=9030973415537177878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/9030973415537177878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/9030973415537177878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-10957-days.html' title='Happy 10,957 days!'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7575741510534791564</id><published>2007-02-10T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:00:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday at Morton's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to Adrian, I managed to savour yet another delicious course of steak from Morton's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two years ago when we went there, it was on a weekday. It was quiet, somewhat peaceful with a few diners.  Last Friday when we went there, it was full-house.  That made the whole atmosphere so different with chattering and laughter coming from all corners of the restaurant.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between the both of us, we had one appetiser - Half-dozen Oysters (HUMONGOUS!) and a side, Sauteed Wild Mushrooms (YUM).  For the main course, Adrian had a double-cut Rib Eye steak (FLAVOURFUL) and I had a double-cut Filet Mignon (TENDERLICIOUS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the mains, we were recommended a dessert platter of berries with ice cream -- sadly no chocolately desserts because of my bad throat. However, my bad throat was a good excuse for us not to order any cocktails/wines. That would have certainly jacked up our bill by a third.  And finally we ended off with tea for myself and cappuccino for Adrian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The service was, as usual, superb. Two thumbs up for Idris! Great food advisor, humorous and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU for such a wonderful bday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7575741510534791564?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7575741510534791564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7575741510534791564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7575741510534791564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7575741510534791564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-to-adrian-i-managed-to-savour.html' title='My birthday at Morton&apos;s'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-964017359212744346</id><published>2007-01-23T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:39:53.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About anything in the Christian faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story of Adam and Eve... was it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If Christ was really born on 25 Dec, and why all Christians celebrate it even though it is not specifically dated in the Bible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About Catholicism and why there were breakaways (Protestant churches) and now non-denominational churches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How is it that the Catholic church can be considered "inaccurate" by other Christians even though it was the original church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why there are more books in the Catholic Bible... or rather, missing books in the Christian (non-Catholic) Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If Catholics really worship Mary and the Saints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why Catholics have images and statues... is it really idol worship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why priests don't get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you've ever wondered about any of the above, I'd like to invite you to join us for the RCIA course at Holy Cross.  Whether you are Christian or non-Christian, or simply just curious.  RCIA is a programme where people come to consider the faith -- totally without pressure and without obligations.  Eventually there are those who decide, and those who feel that they're not ready or just not for them. The decision is totally yours and it will be respected.  Most importantly, the RCIA sessions are to clear any doubts you might have over the Church -- especially if you've heard it from someone else. This is a good opportunity to find out why we do the things we do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conducted by Fr Richards Ambrose, this RCIA will explain the teachings of the Church and you are free to ask any questions (in person or anonymously) that you may have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;RCIA at Church of the Holy Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.holycross.org.sg/contact.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;450 Clementi Avenue 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Every Thursday, from 25 January 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7.45pm - 9.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walk-in registration welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  If you are unable to attend for the first few sessions, you're welcome to join us in the following weeks as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-964017359212744346?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/964017359212744346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=964017359212744346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/964017359212744346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/964017359212744346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-579044887219947511</id><published>2007-01-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:57:28.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Current</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday evening, my former boss told me, "You've toned down a lot already, ya? Last time you used to have THAT funky hair."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I worked with her, we happened to share the same hairdresser. It was all a coincidence.  So yesterday, I jokingly "blamed" it on our then-hairdresser and said that I had left it up to her.  Which was true!  My hairdresser had been convincing me to do something different, and when I finally granted her that wish, she gave me a frizzy perm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When it was first done, it looked pretty nice.  But later on, everytime I let my hair down, I looked like I got electrocuted.  So I decided to reduce the shock by tying them at the sides.  Some of my then-colleagues called it the Pikachu look, since tying it up made it look like ears.  Plus Pokemon was the 'in' thing then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The first time I met Adrian, my hair was tied up. The second time I met him, my hair was electrifying.  It's a wonder why he didn't get frightened.  ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The worst part was, I had to take a photo of my electrocuted look for my office security pass.  And it didn't help that the guys who manned the photo-taking computer terminal took a really unflattering shot.  Boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After some time, I figured I couldn't maintain that hairdo anymore so I had it straightened.  That spelt a life of "normalcy" from then on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hee.  ^__^        (learnt that from my friend Elaine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-579044887219947511?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/579044887219947511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=579044887219947511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/579044887219947511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/579044887219947511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/electric-current.html' title='Electric Current'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-7424026390632954358</id><published>2007-01-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:42:28.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Def Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This evening, I attended StarHub's launch of &lt;a href="http://cabletv2.starhub.com/portal/site/CableTV/menuitem.227318645a7b5eb3f75eb1109b1000a0/?vgnextoid=b76abae8af6ab010VgnVCM100000474114acRCRD"&gt;HDTV&lt;/a&gt; (High Definition Television) at City Hall (not the train station, but City Hall proper). Dr Lee Boon Yang, Minister for Information, Communication and the Arts graced the event and former Miss Universe Singapore &amp; re-elected NMP Eunice Olsen was emcee.  Amidst the dancers, the Cirque du Soleil-like acrobats and hors d'oeuvres,  StarHub showed us what we could expect of HDTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The two main channels to kick-off HDTV are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/hd/"&gt;National Geographic HD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dhd.discovery.com/"&gt;Discovery HD&lt;/a&gt;.  Even though the main screen that was used was a large projection screen, I was suitably impressed with the quality of the footage.  Somehow though, National Geographic HD's footage was extremely clear, all having been shot on HD format.  In the footage, &lt;a href="http://www.oceanfutures.org/"&gt;Jean-Michel Cousteau&lt;/a&gt; (son of the late famed underwater filmmaker Jacques Cousteau) spoke about his programmes on StarHub HDTV, and it seemed so crystal-clear.  Imagine what it would be like on an HD-enabled TV.  I did not scrutinise its quality on the Samsung HD Television that were displayed around, but from afar, it seemed pretty clear.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the programmes are something that Adrian will enjoy.  Especially since he's always on Channels 11 &amp; 12 (Nat Geo &amp;amp; Discovery respectively) by default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For us, we'll probably wait till we get an HD-enabled plasma/LCD TV (not so soon!) before we upgrade to HDTV. And, we have to maximise our Smart TV (StarHub's version of Tivo) first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-7424026390632954358?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/7424026390632954358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=7424026390632954358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7424026390632954358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/7424026390632954358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-def-has-arrived.html' title='Hi Def Has Arrived'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-9010483959523578868</id><published>2007-01-17T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:15:39.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><title type='text'>Senior Centrefold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Hey! Do you remember &lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&gt;, the former teen model who was the covergirl and centrefold of &lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Vaguely. I remember the name, but can't remember the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;  Oh, she was my senior in school and I saw her during lunchtime today at &lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shop&lt;/span&gt;&gt; in  &lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Building&lt;/span&gt;&gt;.  I don't think she recognised me, so I didn't say hi.  She's quite pregnant now... but she still looks damn good lor.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is so unfair...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adr: &lt;/span&gt;  Ya. Some guys have all the luck.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Her husband's such a lucky guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/12237757-9010483959523578868?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/9010483959523578868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=9010483959523578868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/9010483959523578868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/9010483959523578868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/senior-centrefold.html' title='Senior Centrefold'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-3816790556056880560</id><published>2007-01-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:20:19.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='land rover'/><title type='text'>Quink goes offroading for the 1st time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We joined the rest of the LROS (Land Rover Owners Singapore) folks for some offroading fun on Saturday morning.  Everyone was invited, kids and dogs included.  We wanted to bring all 3 of ours but figured that we wouldn't have enough time to bathe them all after we got back (we had to go to Esther &amp; Ivan's place in the evening), so we only brought one.  Since Nelle and Socks had already gone offroading before, we decided to bring Quink instead for his first experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was literally flooded, and it rained occasionally too. There were a number of challenging portions, especially one very steep slope, but everyone managed to get through it safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/sets/72157594482491329/"&gt;Photos here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video clip (pls turn head sideways to view):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AC4JVdlzxjo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AC4JVdlzxjo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-3816790556056880560?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/3816790556056880560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=3816790556056880560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3816790556056880560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/3816790556056880560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/quink-goes-offroading-for-1st-time.html' title='Quink goes offroading for the 1st time'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-5509910973476598557</id><published>2007-01-12T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:02:16.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/12306210/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/10/12306210_02ebc1d89f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/12306210/"&gt;F1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/matreshka/"&gt;matreshka&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;F1 to come to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought talks had gone down the drain, but it looks like it's &lt;a href=http://sg.news.yahoo.com/070112/5/singapore252081.html&gt;not over yet&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-5509910973476598557?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/5509910973476598557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=5509910973476598557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5509910973476598557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/5509910973476598557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/10/12306210_02ebc1d89f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116856175983147776</id><published>2007-01-12T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:18:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post-It Note Jaguar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ableman/323256101/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/323256101_25158c0be5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ableman/323256101/"&gt;The Post-It Note Jaguar&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ableman/"&gt;Scott Ableman&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw this on Flickr. The idea's so cute, it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-It notes covering an entire Jaguar.... (!!!) as a prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href=http://www.flickr.com/photos/ableman/sets/72157594421824427/&gt;entire sequence&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116856175983147776?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116856175983147776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116856175983147776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116856175983147776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116856175983147776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-it-note-jaguar.html' title='The Post-It Note Jaguar'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/323256101_25158c0be5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116809688487338227</id><published>2007-01-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:40:23.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Px'/><title type='text'>RCIA begins 25 Jan 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Cradle" Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7 months old, I was baptised a Catholic at the Cathedral near my grandparents' place in Indonesia. And since then, my mum brought me to mass regularly - first at St Bernadette's and then to Holy Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended catechism, joined the choir and attended youth liturgy. I had my first confession, first Holy Communion and at 15, had my Confirmation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Evangelists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In my teenage years, I was often approached by evangelical non-Catholic Christians along the streets, wanting to share the Word. When I told them that I was Catholic, I  found myself challenged by them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would say things like, "Do you know what you're doing is wrong? Praying to Mary is wrong. Having statues is wrong..." (This is a whole topic altogether)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reason with them, but I suppose not having memorised verses from the Bible didn't help me with my arguments. And I guess it happens to many Catholics who are not as Bible savvy. Who can pick out quotes at the snap of the finger, regardless if it was in context or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Our Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, Adrian expressed interest in attending the &lt;a href="http://www.holycross.org.sg/rcia/about_rcia/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rite&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christian Initiation&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adults&lt;/span&gt; (RCIA) course&lt;/a&gt; to find out more about the Catholic faith. Having been brought up in the Christian faith since young, his knowledge of the Bible was far more extensive than mine. He also had questions on the faith - its beliefs and practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was not too convenient to attend the one in 2005, we decided to wait for a year when his schedule was more stable. In February 2006, the both of us signed up for the RCIA session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr Richards Ambrose took our class, which was full to the brim. There were many questions from so many people about the Christian faith and Catholicism, about Jesus, about Mary, about the Holy Trinity, about vocations, the sacraments, traditions and practices, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Adrian, it clarified many doubts he had formed from his years in other churches. For myself, it reaffirmed my faith and I finally knew more about the faith that I had been brought up in. Then, I didn't know why we did what we did. I just followed, but having gone through one year of classes, I now know better the reasons why we do things. While I still have a lot to catch up on spiritually and bibically, I am now better equipped with the knowledge that I have garnered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RCIA isn't just for those who want to be baptised or be converted. It's a good experience just listening and learning what the faith is about. You may agree, or you may not agree with what's said but the choice is left entirely to you. Join in, or drop out whenever. The strange thing was, when we attended last year, Adrian and I were always looking forward to every session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be attending another round of the RCIA as a refresher this year. If you're keen, the RCIA sessions in English and conducted by Fr Richards Ambrose will begin &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday 25 Jan 2007 at 7.45pm&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.holycross.org.sg"&gt;Church of the Holy Cross&lt;/a&gt;, Clementi Ave 1.  Sessions are weekly, every Thursday from 7.45pm - 9.45pm, unless otherwise stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of RCIA programmes in other churches &lt;a href="http://www.veritas.org.sg/rcia.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116809688487338227?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116809688487338227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116809688487338227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116809688487338227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116809688487338227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/rcia-begins-25-jan-2007.html' title='RCIA begins 25 Jan 2007'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116801867900006711</id><published>2007-01-06T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:57:15.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigscreen'/><title type='text'>God Save The Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 Reasons to watch &lt;a href="http://www.thequeen-movie.com/"&gt;The Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It portrays the British royal family&lt;br /&gt;2) It features tons of Land Rovers, including the Defender 110 which Queen Elizabeth II apparently drives. Plus the Range Rover! *drool*&lt;br /&gt;3) Lots of dogs - Corgis and Labradors!&lt;br /&gt;4) Lots of Princess Diana footage&lt;br /&gt;5) Helen Mirren is the Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long hiatus (probably 6 months) from the cinema, we finally made time to catch two movies in a week - Borat last Friday and another this evening.  We actually meant to watch Charlotte's Web today, but I think because its run is soon coming to an end, they've stopped the night screenings.  So we bought the next option - &lt;a href="http://www.thequeen-movie.com/"&gt;The Queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1163436/photo_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1163436/photo_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was simple, but interesting. It gave a different perspective of the Queen after Princess Diana's death, and how she reacted trying to protect her family from the media frenzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know whether or not the incidences and conversations portrayed in this film is accurate, or how the screenplay was derived, but it did actually make me feel for the Queen and her family, while everyone else was grieving for Diana and feeling anger and disappointment towards the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 marks the 10th anniversary of Princess Diana's death. A year or two before that, I'd just done a school project on media and personalities - how they made use of each other to their benefit. One of my subjects was Michael Jackson, and the other was Princess Diana.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Fast Fwd 1 year later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already started working.  Then, I had this habit of watching CNN when I had nothing to do. It happened to be one of those nights when I just lay on the couch with CNN on the TV when it flashed "Breaking News" on TV. It announced that Princess Diana had been involved in a serious car accident in Paris near the River Seine. I still remember that night, and I was shocked. I stayed glued to the TV and practically watched the same news footage over and over again as they replayed it every top of the hour, with updates. Many hours later, the ticker tape flashed "Princess Diana dead."  It felt surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Fast Fwd another year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd been working at a public broadcasting station which featured info-ed programmes and documentaries, and part of my job included having to organise a mini tribute event for Princess Diana on her 1st death anniversary. There were docus of her life on TV, and even the cover of the station magazine was dedicated to her that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All this while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought much about how the rest of her family (save for her sons) might have felt. Till today, that is. It is a good movie, and Helen Mirren definitely lives up to her reputation as a great actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watch the trailer &lt;a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/miramax/thequeen/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116801867900006711?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116801867900006711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116801867900006711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116801867900006711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116801867900006711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-save-queen.html' title='God Save The Queen'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116693179501647226</id><published>2006-12-24T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:43:15.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><title type='text'>A short one</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; 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font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Not much time so I'll just do a short one&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;FONT class="Apple-style-span" size="4"&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Have a blessed Christmas&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116693179501647226?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116693179501647226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116693179501647226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116693179501647226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116693179501647226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/12/short-one.html' title='A short one'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116542122833597784</id><published>2006-12-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:07:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many shows, so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Two nights ago, we went to the mall nearby after work for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And within one hour after dinner, we blew almost $350 on DVDs -  &lt;br /&gt;serials, to be exact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;1) Return of the Condor Heroes (the one with Andy Lau - $150 after  &lt;br /&gt;50% discount!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Stained Glass (my FIRST Korean drama serial!)&lt;br /&gt;3) My Lovely Samsoon (my SECOND Korean drama serial! - I redeemed  &lt;br /&gt;this with $25 worth of vouchers garnered from the above two purchases  &lt;br /&gt;at TS Video. Had to pay only a balance of $14)&lt;br /&gt;4) M*A*S*H Season 5 (cos we've finished 1 - 4)&lt;br /&gt;5) M*A*S*H Season 8 (cos seasons 6, 7 and 9 were unavailable)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And because of our immense loyalty at Laser Flair (ahem).  We  &lt;br /&gt;redeemed a free copy of ARMY DAZE The Movie VCD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Now the only problem is - where GOT time to watch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116542122833597784?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116542122833597784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116542122833597784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116542122833597784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116542122833597784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-many-shows-so-little-time.html' title='So many shows, so little time'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116459153322347472</id><published>2006-11-27T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:38:53.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Px'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Adrian was baptised yesterday.  And received Holy Communion for the  &lt;br /&gt;first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;More on that later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116459153322347472?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116459153322347472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116459153322347472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116459153322347472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116459153322347472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome to the Family'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116433332152755919</id><published>2006-11-24T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:55:21.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><title type='text'>Livelier</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;It's been a year since &lt;A href="http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-civilisation.html"&gt;the revamp of BPP&lt;/A&gt;, and the mall has never been livelier.  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I love it, this heartland mall.  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Saturday breakfast at Wangjiao.  Dinners at Bifengtang. I finally tried Cafe Cartel.  Herbal soup at Kopitiam. Thai Chinese at Sakura.  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;And in a span of 3 months, we've blown over $400 on DVDs at Laser Flair alone! That's not including stuff we've bought at TS Video and Sembawang.  We haven't bought anything from CD Rama @ Popular yet.  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Now for the BIGGEST news.  Superbowl on the top level has been boarded up (ie. CLOSED. yay!) and something new is on its way.  I'm seriously hoping that a cinema will take its place.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;Two years ago I kept wishing for Starbucks and CBTL -- and it happened.  Starbucks arrived with the revamp.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Just a few days ago, my colleagues and I were wishing for MOS Burger at Novena where we work -- and yesterday I found out that *TADAH* it's now there at the new &lt;A href="http://www.novenasquare.com/"&gt;Velocity&lt;/A&gt;!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;So now, I'm going to hope for GV, Cathay, Shaw or even Eng Wah to open it's doors here.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;*I'm wishin and hopin and wishin and hopin...*&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116433332152755919?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116433332152755919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116433332152755919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116433332152755919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116433332152755919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/11/livelier.html' title='Livelier'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116379106264454761</id><published>2006-11-18T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T03:17:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna watch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/charlottesweb/index.html"&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/A&gt;.  Full star-studded cast!  But most of all, one of my favourite stories of all time.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116379106264454761?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116379106264454761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116379106264454761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116379106264454761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116379106264454761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-watch.html' title='I wanna watch...'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116263009157724197</id><published>2006-11-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:48:11.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Come, Nelle!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Come, Socks!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Come, Quink!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116263009157724197?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116263009157724197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116263009157724197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116263009157724197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116263009157724197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/11/come.html' title='Come!'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116234313730745048</id><published>2006-11-01T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:05:37.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigscreen'/><title type='text'>Infernal Affairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Having once watched the first instalment of Infernal Affairs on DVD a few years ago, Adrian and I sat down to watch the complete trilogy over Monday and Tuesday.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;It's a great show - highly entertaining, gripping and one of the most memorable HK movies I've watched. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;The somehow, the movie has left us somewhat disturbed. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116234313730745048?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116234313730745048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116234313730745048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116234313730745048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116234313730745048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/11/infernal-affairs.html' title='Infernal Affairs'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116072368166826702</id><published>2006-10-13T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:14:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaahhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;My friend sent this link to me&amp;#8230; Things that make you go &lt;a href="http://www.thingsthatmakeyougoaahh.com/"&gt;aahh&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Check out April 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/12237757-116072368166826702?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116072368166826702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116072368166826702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116072368166826702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116072368166826702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaahhhhh.html' title='Aaahhhhh'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116066920245772467</id><published>2006-10-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:06:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doo do doo do</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; 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font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Oh, it's Friday the 13th&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116066920245772467?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116066920245772467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116066920245772467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116066920245772467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116066920245772467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/10/doo-do-doo-do.html' title='Doo do doo do'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116066902858390530</id><published>2006-10-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:03:48.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Need some great fuss-free camping food ideas for breakfast, lunch and  &lt;br /&gt;dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;No time to cook for breakfast and lunch so it has to be easily  &lt;br /&gt;prepared.  There'll be some luxury of time for dinner, so cooking is  &lt;br /&gt;possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Any ideas to share?  Share!  Share!  (the few of you who read this)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116066902858390530?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116066902858390530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116066902858390530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116066902858390530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116066902858390530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/10/camping-food.html' title='Camping food'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116054576537162636</id><published>2006-10-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:49:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the effort that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=black face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black'&gt;During class, Fr Richards mentioned a specific quote that Mother Teresa said before: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=black face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:blue;font-style:italic'&gt;&amp;quot;I am not sure exactly what heaven will be like, but I don't know that when we die and it comes time for God to judge us, he will NOT ask, How many good things have you done in your life?, rather he will ask, How much LOVE did you put into what you did?&amp;quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial; color:blue;font-style:italic'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:blue'&gt;&amp;#8211; Mother Teresa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;So true. While we strive for power and money to make our lives more comfortable, it is not the be-all and end-all of our existence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Here&amp;#8217;s another quote from her:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Arial&gt;&lt;span lang=EN style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:blue;font-style:italic'&gt;&amp;#8220;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;&lt;br&gt; Forgive them anyway.&lt;br&gt; If you are kind, People may Accuse you of Selfish, Ulterior motives;&lt;br&gt; Be kind anyway.&lt;br&gt; If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;&lt;br&gt; Succeed anyway.&lt;br&gt; If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;&lt;br&gt; Be Honest and Frank anyway.&lt;br&gt; What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;&lt;br&gt; Build anyway.&lt;br&gt; If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;&lt;br&gt; Be happy anyway.&lt;br&gt; The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;br&gt; Do good anyway.&lt;br&gt; Give the world the best you have,&lt;br&gt; and it may never be enough;&lt;br&gt; Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br&gt; You see, in the final analysis,&lt;br&gt; it is between you and God;&lt;br&gt; It was never between you and them anyway.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial; color:blue;font-style:italic'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=blue face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial; color:blue'&gt;&amp;#8211; Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;And here&amp;#8217;s an &lt;a href="http://www.servelec.net/mothertheresa.htm"&gt;excerpt of an interview&lt;/a&gt; she gave with TIME magazine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/12237757-116054576537162636?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116054576537162636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116054576537162636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116054576537162636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116054576537162636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-effort-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s the effort that counts'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-116006039490657050</id><published>2006-10-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:59:54.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabber'/><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Words everywhere.  These were the signs I saw on the road this evening:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Caution&lt;br /&gt;Adam Road Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Cluny Park Road&lt;br /&gt;Danger - Keep Out!&lt;br /&gt;Farrer Road&lt;br /&gt;Slow&lt;br /&gt;Ahead Humps&lt;br /&gt;Marketplace&lt;br /&gt;Cold Storage&lt;br /&gt;The Master Hair Salon&lt;br /&gt;La Cuisine&lt;br /&gt;Vineyard Medical Clinic&lt;br /&gt;Tierney's Gourmet&lt;br /&gt;open 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin' it&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Serene House&lt;br /&gt;Jl Serene&lt;br /&gt;70&lt;br /&gt;Give way to traffic on right&lt;br /&gt;For Sale/Rent&lt;br /&gt;More taste&lt;br /&gt;St John's Chapel&lt;br /&gt;Woollerton Park&lt;br /&gt;Pedestrian use crossing&lt;br /&gt;Michelin&lt;br /&gt;Blk 6 &amp;amp; 6A&lt;br /&gt;Caution Vehicles Turning Ahead&lt;br /&gt;Gallop Gables&lt;br /&gt;Holland Road&lt;br /&gt;Queensway&lt;br /&gt;Concealed Exit Ahead&lt;br /&gt;Circle Line&lt;br /&gt;LevelZ&lt;br /&gt;Reduce Speed Now&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall Gardens&lt;br /&gt;U-turning Vehicles Keep Right&lt;br /&gt;Give Way&lt;br /&gt;SBS Transit&lt;br /&gt;Merge&lt;br /&gt;60&lt;br /&gt;The Estoril&lt;br /&gt;VIVOcity&lt;br /&gt;Taman Warna&lt;br /&gt;Ulu Pandan Road&lt;br /&gt;Entry Exit 50m&lt;br /&gt;Safety First&lt;br /&gt;WH-STEC&lt;br /&gt;Esso&lt;br /&gt;75&lt;br /&gt;Quinterra&lt;br /&gt;HSBC&lt;br /&gt;Biopolis&lt;br /&gt;Health Partners&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;br /&gt;Fosters&lt;br /&gt;crocs color your world&lt;br /&gt;Lor Mambong&lt;br /&gt;Launching Soon DTZ Debenhem Tie Leung&lt;br /&gt;AYE&lt;br /&gt;imagine it&lt;br /&gt;Left Turn Green Arrow Ahead&lt;br /&gt;Buona Vista Service Centre&lt;br /&gt;42 Tonnes&lt;br /&gt;Daikin 100% Aircon&lt;br /&gt;Handycam&lt;br /&gt;Sony&lt;br /&gt;Easy Shoot, Playback, Share&lt;br /&gt;MRT: Coming Your Way&lt;br /&gt;One-north&lt;br /&gt;Phase Z.Ro&lt;br /&gt;Uniquely Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Look out for cyclists&lt;br /&gt;Drive with Care&lt;br /&gt;JTC&lt;br /&gt;agape&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen&lt;br /&gt;BP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-116006039490657050?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/116006039490657050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=116006039490657050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116006039490657050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/116006039490657050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/10/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115984535362493485</id><published>2006-10-03T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:15:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Cai Qin's song goes... 三年</title><content type='html'>We celebrate our third wedding anniversary tomorrow.  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;365 + 365 + 365 + 1 day in a leap year = 1096 days&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;It's funny how it really hasn't felt like such a long time. Yet, when you think about it. THREE years in our context is a long time.  It's about one-tenth of our lifetime so far?  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now that it's been three years, and with some of our friends' impending weddings coming up, we feel like&lt;I&gt; old birds&lt;/I&gt; o&lt;I&gt;r old hands&lt;/I&gt; at this.  Not that we're experienced in weddings (NOT Liz Taylor), but hey, we've been married a looooooong time.  LOL.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Very soon, our friends won't be able to ask us for advise anymore -- cos we'd be so out of touch with the "wedding scene". hahah.  Alas, the wedding is an event to be celebrated, but it's not the be all and end all.  What's more important is the rest of it.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As the motto of our &lt;A href="http://www.catholic.org.sg/ceespore"&gt;marriage preparation course&lt;/A&gt; goes:&lt;B&gt; A wedding is a day, a marriage is a lifetime.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;It's on a car decal stuck on the front window of our Landy and it serves its purpose as a reminder in our daily lives.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;B&gt;Happy three years, Adrian.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115984535362493485?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115984535362493485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115984535362493485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115984535362493485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115984535362493485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-cai-qins-song-goes.html' title='As Cai Qin&apos;s song goes... 三年'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115961190201523070</id><published>2006-09-30T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:25:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Monster</title><content type='html'>I've just discovered &lt;a href=http://www.delicious-monster.com&gt;Delicious Monster&lt;/a&gt; while looking for a cataloging programme for our books, CDs and DVDs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I found one at Collectorz.com but this one seems way much cooler - it allows barcode scanning via iSight. Am in the midst of downloading it right now, will go check it out in a jiffy  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115961190201523070?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115961190201523070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115961190201523070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115961190201523070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115961190201523070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/09/delicious-monster.html' title='Delicious Monster'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115854792849840833</id><published>2006-09-18T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:44:30.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1996</title><content type='html'>As tagged by &lt;a href="http://mintpatch.blogspot.com"&gt;Mini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 years ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was busy working on school projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I discovered the joys of colouring my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I enjoyed hanging out at the short-lived McDonald's Jelita (where the present Caltex station is), but usually had to settle for McDonald's King Albert Park for proximity reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I did not have a mobile phone.  I relied on my black NEC pager, and then my yellow Motorola one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Singnet userids were restricted to 8 characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was still afraid of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wore funny patterned socks - I even had a lime-green Halloween one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was still crazy over Esprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nex:is, Flyers were the places to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I enjoyed receiving snail mail. Because bills were never an issue then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115854792849840833?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115854792849840833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115854792849840833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115854792849840833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115854792849840833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/09/1996.html' title='1996'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115854391935338988</id><published>2006-09-18T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:45:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outta touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;YellowSub and I went to Bugis Junction on Saturday, and it hit us.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;We've turned into our parents, our teachers, our what nots.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;We shake our heads at the way kids these days dress and behave. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;Somehow or another, we've just become OLD.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Yikes!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115854391935338988?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115854391935338988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115854391935338988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115854391935338988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115854391935338988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/09/outta-touch.html' title='outta touch'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115819492630224727</id><published>2006-09-14T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:48:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusioned</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;SPAN class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: auto; -khtml-text-decorations-in-effect: none; text-indent: 0px; -apple-text-size-adjust: auto; text-transform: none; orphans: 2; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Yesterday in the office, I finally heard the ORIGINAL version of Wonderwall on Gold 90.5FM.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Till then, I never knew that the song Oasis did was a cover.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;The original did sound kinda weird though... and the "new" (old) tune's kinda screwed up the "original" (well, actually the Oasis version of the) tune that I had in my head.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Argh&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115819492630224727?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115819492630224727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115819492630224727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115819492630224727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115819492630224727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/09/disillusioned.html' title='Disillusioned'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115658304025238012</id><published>2006-08-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:04:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa, Anwar Tirta</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/151968685/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/151968685_333a1c0ccf.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matreshka/151968685/"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/matreshka/"&gt;matreshka&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	My grandfather passed away at 11pm Jakarta time (12am Singapore time) last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, my parents made an emergency trip to Jakarta to see my grandfather after receiving a few calls on his deteorating condition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on Messenger with my sister, I was asking about my parents who had not replied my text message. She told me that they had just called her within the half hour and that the situation was "not good".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later at midnight, she called my mobile. My dad had just informed her that my grandfather had passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he had been admitted to hospital for almost a week, to me, his passing was somewhat unexpected.  It was like a fear that I didn't want to come true.  I hoped, and expected that he would recover.  On Wednesday, I even sent him a get well eCard on behalf of all of us in Singapore. In it, I wrote that he would have been discharged when he read that.  I guess it's an eCard that he'll never get to see here, but when he's with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, despite having suffered a stroke 15 years ago and not so physically able, was a smart man.  He was knowledgeable in all aspects -- from geography to current affairs, and could remember things that happened in the past.  For his age, he was a real technophile.  He was one of the first few older persons I knew who used the Internet fervently.  When ICQ was popular, he'd sit in front of the computer to chat with my little cousins in Canada. He often contributed to the family's Yahoo! Groups and almost everywhere he went, he'd bring along his DVD camcorder.  He's the very reason why I actually have a little 8mm filmlet of myself when I was 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we say our final goodbyes to him. We will miss him, but one day we'll say hello to him again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115658304025238012?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115658304025238012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115658304025238012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115658304025238012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115658304025238012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/08/grandpa-anwar-tirta.html' title='Grandpa, Anwar Tirta'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115606743702888499</id><published>2006-08-20T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:54:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opa &amp; L'il A</title><content type='html'>Both my grandfather and little cousin A are in the Intensive Care Units of the same Jakarta hospital now -- warded for two  &lt;br /&gt;separate issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me pray for them. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115606743702888499?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115606743702888499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115606743702888499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115606743702888499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115606743702888499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/08/opa-lil.html' title='Opa &amp; L&apos;il A'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115591730821070160</id><published>2006-08-19T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:14:23.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Eyelash curler: Shu Uemura or Shiseido?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;Both Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;Both start with the letters "Sh" and have more than 3 syllables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115591730821070160?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115591730821070160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115591730821070160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115591730821070160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115591730821070160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115287783386646411</id><published>2006-07-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:54:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snips &amp; clips. bye bye. *sniff*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.snipsnclips.com.sg&gt;Snips &amp; Clips&lt;/a&gt;, the groomers for Nelle and Socks have just broken the bad news to me.  After 4 years of operation, they've decided to discontinue the business as their lease is up.  Veronica and Deborah, who have been running the business are two very sweet and dedicated groomers.  They were highly recommended by Adrian's sis because they were the only ones who could handle her cocker spaniel, Russell, who tended to be pretty difficult with groomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I called them for an appointment, the two of them would show up at the door in the morning to pick up Nelle and Socks.  And each time, the two doggies would happily leave with them.  When they came back after their first appointment, Veronica and Deborah passed me an appointment card each for Nelle and Socks!  They took a polaroid photo of the well-groomed dogs with their details in the card.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after every groom, Nelle and Socks would be decked out in a new scarf each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah... how to find such fantastic groomers?  Sad, sad, sad.  :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115287783386646411?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115287783386646411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115287783386646411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115287783386646411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115287783386646411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/07/snips-clips-bye-bye-sniff.html' title='snips &amp; clips. bye bye. *sniff*'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115247873100009148</id><published>2006-07-10T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:58:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headstrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Oh no, Zidane.&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;8 years ago you won France the Cup with your headers.&lt;br /&gt;Today, you got yourself red carded with your headbutt against the  &lt;br /&gt;Italian player.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115247873100009148?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115247873100009148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115247873100009148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115247873100009148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115247873100009148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/07/headstrong.html' title='Headstrong'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-115224478963709029</id><published>2006-07-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:59:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave home without it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hai!  I left my iPod at home today... and I feel so uneasy without  &lt;br /&gt;it.  If I don't get a seat on the bus/train later today, there'll be  &lt;br /&gt;nothing else to distract me cos I can't fiddle with my phone, pda or  &lt;br /&gt;laptop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;What's this with being attached to too much technology!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-115224478963709029?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/115224478963709029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=115224478963709029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115224478963709029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/115224478963709029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-leave-home-without-it.html' title='Don&apos;t leave home without it'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114920982434352333</id><published>2006-06-02T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:57:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald, where are you?</title><content type='html'>Somewhere out there in Florida, &lt;A href="http://www.wastedblog.com/viewcontent.php?AlwaysUseFrame=1&amp;IdContent=3280"&gt;Ronald McDonald&lt;/A&gt; is being held captive in someone's home/office/warehouse/wherever.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114920982434352333?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114920982434352333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114920982434352333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114920982434352333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114920982434352333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/06/ronald-where-are-you.html' title='Ronald, where are you?'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114916076713897263</id><published>2006-06-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:19:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart thinking, Asok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006305340601.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006305340601.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114916076713897263?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114916076713897263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114916076713897263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114916076713897263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114916076713897263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/06/smart-thinking-asok.html' title='Smart thinking, Asok'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114907717587101717</id><published>2006-05-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:07:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2073282060530.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2073282060530.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004885560531.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2004885560531.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114907717587101717?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114907717587101717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114907717587101717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114907717587101717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114907717587101717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/outsourcing.html' title='Outsourcing'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114901533510920136</id><published>2006-05-31T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:58:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my all-time favourites</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid (since before nursery), I used to watch loads of TV and listened to the radio quite a bit.  My favourite bands then were ABBA, The Carpenters and yes, *ahem* The Village People. I loved the song "Macho Man" and they appeared on TV quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my all-time favourite songs, which are related to television shows are The Muppets' &lt;b&gt;The Rainbow Connection&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;The Greatest American Hero&lt;/b&gt;.  Back in the early 80s, my mum and I would listen to Radio One's (now Gold 90.5FM) 1-hour request and dedication programme on radio.  Then, there was no email, so we'd often send in postcards with our requests. Almost every week, we'd send in one postcard and my mum would write it while I dictated my request (I did not know how to write then). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio programming was then much more conservative than today.  Today, you can have one song on rotation on practically every shift in a day, every day.  Whereas the DJ in 1980 would say, "Well, I played this song last week, so I'll play another song for you instead."  Perhaps this was largely due to the pre-Zoo 101.6FM, Perfect 10 98.7FM and Radio Heart 91.3FM days.  There were only 4 local radio stations - Radio One, the current Capital Radio 95.8FM in Chinese, the current Warna in Malay and Oli in Tamil.  The only other foreign station I remember is the BBC.  And now the number of stations has exploded at least threefold... all thanks to Batam's Zoo 101.6FM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's The Greatest American Hero (ala the human SuperGrover): The show I loved and the song I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lm-MfhA8yjU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lm-MfhA8yjU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114901533510920136?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114901533510920136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114901533510920136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114901533510920136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114901533510920136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-my-all-time-favourites.html' title='One of my all-time favourites'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114897984352256073</id><published>2006-05-30T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:04:03.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things idiots do</title><content type='html'>What an idiot.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;This guy put his girlfriend's &lt;A href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/5028826.stm"&gt;baby in a tumble dryer&lt;/A&gt; and spun her around just because she spilt milk on herself.  As punishment, he should be put in the prison clothes dryer (i believe it's ultra-gigantic?) and tumbled around on high heat for 80 minutes.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114897984352256073?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114897984352256073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114897984352256073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114897984352256073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114897984352256073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-idiots-do.html' title='Things idiots do'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114897356062008167</id><published>2006-05-30T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:20:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frances The Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.francestheband.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.francestheband.com/images/frances_enter.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a band which share the same name as yours truly!  Founded by an American, Paul Hogan and strangely enough in a bizarre coincidence, in an elementary school in the east of *drumroll* ... &lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard some of their tunes so far, and the verdict is (i'm glad to say), I like it!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check out &lt;a href=http://www.francestheband.com&gt;Frances The Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ADDENDUM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update @ 9.10pm: I dropped the band an email earlier, and they replied (really quickly). Here's their clarification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi Frances - Thanks for your email. The band wasn't actually founded in Singapore. I've been there a few times and like it. As you'll notice, the bio says "somewhere east of Singapore," so I think New York City falls under that category sort of, yeah? It's a stretch, I know, but its fun to stretch out on what would be an otherwise boring biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you like the tunes. Best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. The coincidence is too good to be true, I guess! At least Singapore gets a mention in their website  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114897356062008167?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114897356062008167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114897356062008167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114897356062008167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114897356062008167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/frances-band.html' title='Frances The Band'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114896833512708652</id><published>2006-05-30T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:52:15.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First the Beatles, next Elvis</title><content type='html'>Cirque du Soleil recently announced their Beatles-themed show, &lt;A href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/love/intro/intro.htm"&gt;LOVE&lt;/A&gt;.  And now, &lt;A href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117944245?categoryid=15&amp;cs=1&amp;nid=2568"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;This would be interesting.  I'm going to buy the DVDs if I can't travel to wherever they're performing!!!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114896833512708652?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114896833512708652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114896833512708652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114896833512708652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114896833512708652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-beatles-next-elvis.html' title='First the Beatles, next Elvis'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114896067597565735</id><published>2006-05-30T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:27:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo and the Goo Goo Dolls</title><content type='html'>Singing Pride. How cool (cute) is that?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M_thvQKWgo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M_thvQKWgo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114896067597565735?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114896067597565735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114896067597565735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114896067597565735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114896067597565735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/elmo-and-goo-goo-dolls.html' title='Elmo and the Goo Goo Dolls'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114882672075740773</id><published>2006-05-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:27:33.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ack... are we showing this ad all over the world?</title><content type='html'>I hope NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeqkQraNO7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeqkQraNO7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second one is not as bad... but it's STILL contrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcJ1GWj02Io"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcJ1GWj02Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114882672075740773?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114882672075740773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114882672075740773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114882672075740773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114882672075740773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/ack-are-we-showing-this-ad-all-over.html' title='ack... are we showing this ad all over the world?'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114882646476392526</id><published>2006-05-28T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:27:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands wins IR bid</title><content type='html'>So it seems the Integrated Resort bid has been &lt;A href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/ir/"&gt;awarded to Las Vegas Sands&lt;/A&gt;. Actually it doesn't matter to me who wins or doesn't win the bid.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Until I realise that...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Alas! MGM Mirage losing the bid means &lt;A href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/197956/1/.html"&gt;no Cirque du Soleil&lt;/A&gt; permanent show!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Boo hoo.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&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/12237757-114882646476392526?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114882646476392526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114882646476392526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114882646476392526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114882646476392526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/sands-wins-ir-bid.html' title='Sands wins IR bid'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114880978087801327</id><published>2006-05-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:08:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbert at the supermarket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006052209378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006052209378.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114880978087801327?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114880978087801327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114880978087801327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114880978087801327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114880978087801327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/dilbert-at-supermarket.html' title='Dilbert at the supermarket'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114878348764095212</id><published>2006-05-28T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:31:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapple's USD 2million Ad Campaign</title><content type='html'>Well, kinda.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Well actually it's a &lt;A href="http://www.adpunch.org/entry/snapple-gives-wfnx-radio-listeners-40-ad-free-days/"&gt;non-ad campaign&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;As part of their promo efforts (ie. publicity stunt), Snapple spent USD 2million on airtime on an American radio station to NOT air any ads for 40 days.  But does no actual recorded advertising mean no credit mentions at all? I'm sure the radio station will still have to give Snapple credit mention during talktime - eg: "Ad-free, thanks to Snapple".&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;It's an interesting concept though. And a HUU-UUGE coup for the ad sales exec who handles the Snapple account.  Wonder if the rest of his/her sales colleagues are upset since these 40 days are blocked out for the rest of their clients.  =P&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114878348764095212?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114878348764095212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114878348764095212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114878348764095212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114878348764095212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/snapples-usd-2million-ad-campaign.html' title='Snapple&apos;s USD 2million Ad Campaign'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114878286765100911</id><published>2006-05-28T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:21:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Flickr</title><content type='html'>Like 3M's Post-its, well at least the glue for Post-its, Flickr came about by accident as well.&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;As featured on &lt;A href="http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/100/next-thought-of-it.html?partner=rss"&gt;Fast Company&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114878286765100911?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114878286765100911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114878286765100911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114878286765100911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114878286765100911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/story-of-flickr.html' title='The story of Flickr'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114860416545263444</id><published>2006-05-26T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:42:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore gets a mention on Variety.com</title><content type='html'>All because of &lt;A href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117944156?categoryid=19&amp;cs=1&amp;nid=2568"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/A&gt;, of course.  =)&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114860416545263444?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114860416545263444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114860416545263444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114860416545263444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114860416545263444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/singapore-gets-mention-on-varietycom.html' title='Singapore gets a mention on Variety.com'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114817555443932226</id><published>2006-05-21T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:43:18.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbert &amp; his search engine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006052442720.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2006052442720.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked from &lt;a href=http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/dilbert-20060520.html&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114817555443932226?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114817555443932226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114817555443932226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114817555443932226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114817555443932226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/dilbert-his-search-engine.html' title='Dilbert &amp; his search engine'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114809209423571040</id><published>2006-05-20T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:28:14.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Britney... or her kid?</title><content type='html'>Read this on &lt;A href="http://www.salon.com/ent/col/fix/2006/05/19/fri/index.html?source=salon.rss"&gt;Salon&lt;/A&gt; who got the story from &lt;A href="http://tmz.aol.com/article2/_a/britney-stumbles-almost-drops-baby-sean/20060518175009990001"&gt;AOL&lt;/A&gt;, and then again on &lt;A href="http://edition.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/05/19/spears.ap/index.html?section=cnn_topstories"&gt;CNN&lt;/A&gt; entertainment.  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;On one hand, I feel sorry for Britney for being scrutinized from head to toe as a mother, but on the other I feel sorry for her baby that all these 'almost-mishaps' and mistakes have been recorded.  Cos there are other celebs with kids in tow, and yet you hardly hear about such things happening.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR class="khtml-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114809209423571040?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114809209423571040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114809209423571040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114809209423571040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114809209423571040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/poor-britney-or-her-kid.html' title='Poor Britney... or her kid?'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114809100149653529</id><published>2006-05-20T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:13:17.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a layman's POV</title><content type='html'>See lar, see lar.  Why did *they* have to &lt;a href=http://blog.wired.com/cultofmac/index.blog?entry_id=1483290&gt;sue&lt;/a&gt; Apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. But check this out. The &lt;a href=http://blog.wired.com/cultofmac/index.blog?entry_id=1484095&gt;new Apple store&lt;/a&gt; - ala the cubic Louvre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114809100149653529?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114809100149653529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114809100149653529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114809100149653529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114809100149653529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-laymans-pov.html' title='From a layman&apos;s POV'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114792454171547926</id><published>2006-05-18T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:55:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration comes at the wrong time</title><content type='html'>How is it that blogging ideas come running aplenty everytime I'm waiting for a bus, taxi or MRT train? And when I DO get to a workstation, I suddenly lose my inspiration to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't write too much on my PDA... my running thoughts are translated better with a keyboard than with a stylus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114792454171547926?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114792454171547926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114792454171547926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114792454171547926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114792454171547926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/inspiration-comes-at-wrong-time.html' title='Inspiration comes at the wrong time'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114679842275939574</id><published>2006-05-05T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:07:02.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme - Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=mintpatch.blogspot.com&gt;Mini&lt;/a&gt; tagged me so I'm a-replyin now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I have had in my life:- &lt;br /&gt;1. Sales assistant at a sports chain (basket, i still remember that stupid SCGS girl who tried to bully me)&lt;br /&gt;2. Data-entry clerk for an Aust Biz magazine distributor (proudest moment: I completed my batches so fast, I kept asking the rest of the data-entry people if I could do their share)&lt;br /&gt;3. Marcom in a local tv station (and strangely selling Teletubbies for a short period of time)&lt;br /&gt;4. Promos in a local radio station (otherwise also doing car-decal-distribution-under-the-hot-sun work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Godfather&lt;br /&gt;2. Clueless / Legally Blonde (same cateogory)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheung King Express&lt;br /&gt;4. Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived &lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore, DR&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore, BP&lt;br /&gt;3. Aust, Melb&lt;br /&gt;3. Indonesia, somewhere near JKT (few months each time counted or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I Looooove to watch&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight Show with Jay Leno... and Late Show with David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;3. Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;4. That 70s Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I throw in a dash of CSI too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Special Places I have been on Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ao Nang, Krabi, Thailand - just on a roadtrip. Beautiful beaches!&lt;br /&gt;2. Nepal - our "rough" &amp; tumble honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenya &amp; Tanzania - where I *pant pant* conquered Mt Kenya &amp; Mt Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;4. Cities: London, Paris, NYC, Melbourne - I have to lump these all together because I can't choose which one I prefer more! I'm a true city girl at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every other place I've been to is special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Websites I visit Daily&lt;br /&gt;1. Flickr&lt;br /&gt;2. Yahoo! Singapore (it's set default webpage on my browser)&lt;br /&gt;3. *brainfreeze*&lt;br /&gt;4. *brainnotworking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my Favourite Food&lt;br /&gt;1. Sushi, sake sashimi, edamame and chawanmushi (my conveyor belt jap restaurant staples)&lt;br /&gt;2. Like Mini, i love CORN. Jagung on the cob, Cup jagung, Black pepper jagung, Jagung-in-my-salad, MOS Burger's jagung soup.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chilli crabs &amp; steamed prawns&lt;br /&gt;4. My mum's cucumber &amp; carrots vinegar salad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. At the airport (with lots of money) shopping, and not working :p&lt;br /&gt;2. At home or at the park playing with the dogs&lt;br /&gt;3. Back at Ao Nang&lt;br /&gt;4. The spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Friends that have been tagged who I think will&lt;br /&gt;respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tag back the person who tagged me? kekeke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114679842275939574?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114679842275939574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114679842275939574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114679842275939574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114679842275939574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/05/meme-just-for-fun.html' title='Meme - Just for Fun'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237757.post-114338253639425770</id><published>2006-03-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:15:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rite of passage</title><content type='html'>We were having a late breakfast yesterday morning at the neighbourhood mall when I noticed out of the window, two uniform-clad secondary school girls carrying a tin each and some YMCA stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, these girls trying to score some community service points, I figured.  As we ate, I observed them.  They didn't look very motivated or the least bit cheerful when asking for donations.  I guess they must've been tired from all the rejections they were getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Flag Days serve any purpose.  Aside from the 'free labour' that the charities are getting, I think Singaporeans are too desensitised by this method of fundraising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, I figure Flag Days must be a rite of passage that every teenager has to go through. It is THE day when they have to face rejection, despite trying many times. It is also THE day when they may feel demoralised - why are we so 'ngeow' (stingy)? It is also THE day that they have to be thickskinned enough to approach strangers for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my share of selling flags - twice. I recall a couple of incidents during my rites of passage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Singaporeans are so used to Flag Days that we tend to drop our spare change in, if any.  10 cents, in exchange for one sticker - our passport that signifies that we've "already donated, so pls don't bother me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tourists tended to be more generous. Much more. Because I was near a hotel, I met with a couple of tourists who dropped in Ten DOLLAR notes, even even Twenties.  (The yellow $20 note was still in circulation then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A pregnant woman shoved me.  (??!?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aside from placing the stickers on their shirts, some fellow students, stuck the sticker onto their plastic buspass holders and flashed it at me as I approached them. I felt like a bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I got back to school to return my tin, the teacher who was collecting the tins commented "Why your tin so light?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, HELLO... that's because my tin was filled with NOTES and NOT coins lah!  Guess my teacher wasn't too bright afterall.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month in an issue of the Sunday Times, there was a letter from a student who participated in a Flag Day event.  The student recounted that at the end of the day when he/she went back to the charity organisation to return his/her share of collections, the organisation said that because the student had not hit the 'target', the student would not be receiving his/her community service points.  The student was appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I. Yes, granted that the student had chosen to do this due to the community service points that he wld receive, but instead of the amount of money raised, shouldn't the student be given the points based on the time he had put in?  I mean, had the student known about this target from the beginning (which apparently he did not), it wouldn't have been too difficult for him to withdraw $30 from the ATM machine and just plonk it into the tin.  Seeing how affluent society is anyway, the lazy ones who can afford it, can easily do so! It takes just 2 minutes to get the money, and they can spend the rest of the 4 hours lounging at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite our many pleasant/unpleasant encounters for flag donations (esp in town on Saturdays) Flag Days will be here to stay.  It is undeniably probably the cheapest, and easiest avenues of fundraising.  Costs are minimal, and logistics and manpower are spread out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll continue playing real-life Super Mario Bros (to avoid the turtles) along Orchard Road, and students of generations to come will continue learning how to face rejection, and feel demoralised for at least a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12237757-114338253639425770?l=matreshka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/feeds/114338253639425770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237757&amp;postID=114338253639425770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114338253639425770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237757/posts/default/114338253639425770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matreshka.blogspot.com/2006/03/rite-of-passage.html' title='Rite of passage'/><author><name>matreshka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16558854339438703371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos7.flickr.com/buddyicons/32154160@N00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
