<?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-9036425816670918938</id><updated>2011-07-19T00:39:25.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven even</title><subtitle type='html'>Pieces of thoughts, of conversations, and of memories...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8972775113424256483</id><published>2009-04-18T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:07:22.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shoe Addiction Is Itching Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/Sep5LPkxGtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QCwFmLOLmf8/s1600-h/italianshoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/Sep5LPkxGtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QCwFmLOLmf8/s320/italianshoe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326202743385299666" 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/9036425816670918938-8972775113424256483?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8972775113424256483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8972775113424256483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8972775113424256483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8972775113424256483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-shoe-addiction-is-itching-again.html' title='My Shoe Addiction Is Itching Again...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/Sep5LPkxGtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QCwFmLOLmf8/s72-c/italianshoe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8513875913275257130</id><published>2009-04-10T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:53:59.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing On My Mind, Everything On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I know what's next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-8513875913275257130?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8513875913275257130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8513875913275257130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8513875913275257130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8513875913275257130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-on-my-mind-everything-on-my.html' title='Nothing On My Mind, Everything On My Mind'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5563718165763586770</id><published>2009-04-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:24:37.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Each time this song is play,I will think of you..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be the exact words, and this might not be the blissful song of all, but he said it,and I'm touched, as this is the first time I am associated with a song in someone mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the moon asking to stay&lt;br /&gt;Long enough for the clouds to fly me away&lt;br /&gt;Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid, afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fading voice sings of love&lt;br /&gt;But she cries to the clicking of time,&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she weeps on my arm&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the bright lights in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain is falling and i believe my time has come&lt;br /&gt;And it reminds me of the pain i might leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel them drown my name&lt;br /&gt;So easy to know and forget with this kiss&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not afraid to go, baby it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not afraid to go, but it goes so slow, slow&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire, wait in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don't you take it away from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5563718165763586770?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5563718165763586770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5563718165763586770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5563718165763586770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5563718165763586770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/04/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7415059175697974072</id><published>2009-03-31T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:18:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Fidelity by Nick Hornby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SdLK0bRBTsI/AAAAAAAAAME/Oz7BvC3Z9NA/s1600-h/HighFidelity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Simply because I like the way Hornby weaves his words together and I keep having images of John Cusack going through the dialogs in my head in the movie. Maybe in another way, I’m also enjoying this reading in a melancholy romantic way. Anyway, I can’t help but extracting his words…which is very much in tune to what I have been thinking or thought I should have known. Also, The Rob Fleming’s top 5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; list of everything…relationships, albums, movies…prompt me to think what’s my top 5, in love, in my closet (or suitcase in this case), and in life…and here are my top 5 highlights from High Fidelity. (okay, I'm being greedy, it's top 8, because I'm not Rob Fleming...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. And that's the last time we will ever speak, probably. "No problem": the last words I ever say to somebody I have been reasonably close to before our lives take different directions. Weird, eh? You spend Christmas at somebody's house, you worry about their operations, you give them hugs and kisses and flowers, you see them in their dressing gown . . . and then, bang, that's it. Gone forever. And sooner or later there will be another mum, another Christmas, more varicose veins. They're all the same. Only the addresses, and the colors of the dressing gown, change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then? I've got to get more stuff, more clutter, more &lt;/span&gt;detail &lt;span&gt;in here, because at the moment I'm in danger of falling off the edge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;span&gt;What went wrong? Nothing and everything. Nothing: we had a nice evening, we had sex that humiliated neither of us, we even had a predawn conversation that I and maybe she will remember for ages and ages. Everything: all that stupid business when I couldn't decide whether I was going home or not, and in the process giving her the impression that I was a halfwit; the way that we got on brilliantly and then had nothing much to say to each other; the manner of our parting; the fact that I'm no nearer to appearing in the record sleeve notes than I was before I met her. It's not a case of the glass being half full or half empty; more that we tipped a whole half-pint into an empty pint pot. I had to see how much was there, though, and now I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. You know, you're with someone, and you start to say something, and then you stop, and she goes "What?" and you go "Nothing," and she goes, "Please say it," and you go, "No, it'll sound stupid," and then she makes you spit it out, even though you'd been intending to say it all along, and she thinks it's all the more valuable for being hard-won. Maybe she knew all the time that you were messing about, but she doesn't mind, anyway. It's like a quote: it's the nearest any of us gets to being in the movies, those few days when you decide that you like somebody enough to tell her that you love her, and you don't want to muck it up with a glob of dour, straightforward, no-nonsense sincerity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. I enjoy my birthday, but today I don't feel so good about it. Birthdays should be suspended in years like this one: there should be a law, of man if not of nature, that you are only allowed to age when things are ticking along nicely. What do I want to be thirty-six for now? I don't. It's not convenient. Rob Fleming's life is frozen at the moment, and he refuses to get any older. Please retain all cards, cakes, and presents for use on another occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 3pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 3pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So where does this get me? The logic of it all is that I play a percentage game. I'm thirty-six now, right? And let's say that most fatal diseases, cancer, heart disease, whatever, hit you after the age of fifty. You might be unlucky, and snuff it early, but the fifty-plus age group get more than their fair share of bad stuff happening to them. So to play safe, you stop then: a relationship every couple of years for the next fourteen years, and then get out, stop dead, give it up. It makes sense. Will I explain this to whomever I'm seeing? Maybe. It's fairer, probably. And less emotional, somehow, than the usual mess that ends relationships. "You're going to die, so there's not much point in us carrying on, is there?" It's perfectly acceptable if someone's emigrating, or returning to their own country, to stop a relationship on the grounds that any further involvement would be too painful, so why not death? The separation that death entails has got to be more painful than the separation of emigration, surely? I mean, with emigration, you can always go with her. You can always say to yourself, "Oh, fxxk it, I'll pack it all in and go and be a cowboy in Texas/tea-picker in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;," etc. You can't do that with the big D, though, can you? Unless you take the Romeo route, and if you think about it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7. "See, I've always been afraid of marriage because of, you know, ball and chain, I want my freedom, all that. But when I was thinking about that stupid girl I suddenly saw it was the opposite: that if you got married to someone you know you love, and you sort yourself out, it frees you up for other things. I know you don't know how you feel about me, but I do know how I feel about you. I know I want to stay with you and I keep pretending otherwise, to myself and you, and we just limp on and on. It's like we sign a new contract every few weeks or so, and I don't want that anymore. And I know that if we got married I'd take it seriously, and I wouldn't want to mess about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. “Just because it's a relationship, and it's based on soppy stuff, it doesn't mean you can't make intellectual decisions about it. Sometimes you just have to, otherwise you'll never get anywhere. That's where I've been going wrong. I've been letting the weather and my stomach muscles and a great chord change in a Pretenders single make up my mind for me, and I want to do it for myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-7415059175697974072?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7415059175697974072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7415059175697974072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7415059175697974072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7415059175697974072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-fidelity-by-nick-hornby.html' title='High Fidelity by Nick Hornby'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SdLK0bRBTsI/AAAAAAAAAME/Oz7BvC3Z9NA/s72-c/HighFidelity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-1667863071672062430</id><published>2009-03-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:42:08.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SdD2U8vDTkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9imgjgGUypY/s1600-h/th_suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SdD2U8vDTkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9imgjgGUypY/s320/th_suitcase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319021999685848642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I'm going to do another round of moving, that will be my third times in eight months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, D. H. Lawrence moved about 100 times, to several countries. Invariably, he wanted to establish a utopian community, perhaps in Florida, and lamented an unsatisfying relationship with his wife, believing that a “blood brotherhood” with a man might represent home. Virginia Woolf fled sexual abuse by her stepbrothers in her childhood home in Hyde Park Gate and spent the rest of her life flipping houses, renovating and searching for the oxygen she needed to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the above grand reasons except to have my own little solitary world sharing with a friend and his dog.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However nobody beats Virginia Woolfs who ultimately convincing us that, for some, moving can be paired with madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I be next after this move? Will I be carrying the suitcase again and asking where is my next destination...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-1667863071672062430?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/1667863071672062430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=1667863071672062430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/1667863071672062430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/1667863071672062430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SdD2U8vDTkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9imgjgGUypY/s72-c/th_suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-6386157359562380286</id><published>2009-03-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:20:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DB's Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/ScxGA-VNm2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/qEPHPZqXToY/s1600-h/David-Beckham-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/ScxGA-VNm2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/qEPHPZqXToY/s320/David-Beckham-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317702242563627874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham kind of inspire me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked whether an appearance at the World Cup in South Africa, should England qualify, could provide a natural conclusion to what would be a 14-year career at this level, Beckham replied: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"No. I've always said that even if I'm not picked, I want to be available while I'm still playing. That's the way I see it. I'd love to go to the World Cup and be involved in every squad that gets picked up to that time. I don't think I'd ever retire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-6386157359562380286?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/6386157359562380286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=6386157359562380286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6386157359562380286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6386157359562380286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/dbs-spirit.html' title='The DB&apos;s Spirit'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/ScxGA-VNm2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/qEPHPZqXToY/s72-c/David-Beckham-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-4297855729495788557</id><published>2009-03-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:55:45.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight-Block-Long Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Interesting stuff you can find online and I totally digg this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;In this episode of Interviews 50 Cents, Alex Chadwick speaks with a storyteller who drew inspiration from a declarion of love written in sidewalk chalk over eight city blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid988092926/bctid16640910001"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to see .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-4297855729495788557?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/4297855729495788557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=4297855729495788557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/4297855729495788557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/4297855729495788557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/eight-block-long-love-letter.html' title='Eight-Block-Long Love Letter'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8073147888765850196</id><published>2009-03-16T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:35:36.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lightblue Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/Sb4bRa9CQ2I/AAAAAAAAALs/heDYyMJG48s/s1600-h/1189360892FOGGIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/Sb4bRa9CQ2I/AAAAAAAAALs/heDYyMJG48s/s320/1189360892FOGGIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313714596450812770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new crush! Pasquale Foggia, the attacking midfielder of Lazio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-8073147888765850196?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8073147888765850196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8073147888765850196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8073147888765850196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8073147888765850196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lightblue-passion.html' title='My Lightblue Passion'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/Sb4bRa9CQ2I/AAAAAAAAALs/heDYyMJG48s/s72-c/1189360892FOGGIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5690785963006132878</id><published>2009-03-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:02:58.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Motherf*ckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbtIiX0z8KI/AAAAAAAAALk/lZ4616Z3v3s/s1600-h/curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbtIiX0z8KI/AAAAAAAAALk/lZ4616Z3v3s/s320/curse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312919940761907362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard enough cursing growing up and at some point when i learn about languages, it does occur to me to think is the suggestion of maternal incest to curse comes in every culture? At least it does in Chinese, and yeah, motherf*cker is in English, and so do Malay and other dialects I know. Although this may appear to be a recent phenomenon, one can find variants in classical literature. William Shakespeare used such a device in one of his act, and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Painter&lt;/i&gt;: "Y'are a dog."&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apemantus&lt;/i&gt;: "Thy mother's of my generation. What's she, if I be a dog?"&lt;blockquote class="templatequote"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, perhaps this should be an interesting subject to study on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5690785963006132878?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5690785963006132878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5690785963006132878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5690785963006132878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5690785963006132878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/global-motherfckers.html' title='Global Motherf*ckers'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbtIiX0z8KI/AAAAAAAAALk/lZ4616Z3v3s/s72-c/curse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-3857165754546092465</id><published>2009-03-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:39:48.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbpwBr7LJ8I/AAAAAAAAALM/8s1YsCQD1o8/s1600-h/a+beautiful+heart+by+Jim+Dine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbpwBr7LJ8I/AAAAAAAAALM/8s1YsCQD1o8/s320/a+beautiful+heart+by+Jim+Dine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312681884710021058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a beautiful heart?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful heart I have...I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A Beautiful Heart by Jim Dine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-3857165754546092465?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/3857165754546092465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=3857165754546092465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/3857165754546092465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/3857165754546092465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-heart.html' title='Beautiful Heart'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbpwBr7LJ8I/AAAAAAAAALM/8s1YsCQD1o8/s72-c/a+beautiful+heart+by+Jim+Dine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-6711377926206564448</id><published>2009-03-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:35:55.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the 80s cartoon characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbiC8dJG5JI/AAAAAAAAALE/A7xplLm5wT4/s1600-h/mr_bcf845c507854d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbiC8dJG5JI/AAAAAAAAALE/A7xplLm5wT4/s320/mr_bcf845c507854d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312139735610090642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, I was just reading online and found this article on toy company revamping old-school toy (well, apparently to launch new toys can be costly)...and this kind of bring back my memory of having strawberry shortcakes, skipper, ninja turtles, thundercat growing up...call me nostalgia obsessed, but i still prefer the old version sugary sweet looking strawberry shortcake with her curl and pink cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-6711377926206564448?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/6711377926206564448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=6711377926206564448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6711377926206564448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6711377926206564448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-80s-cartoon-characters.html' title='I miss the 80s cartoon characters'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbiC8dJG5JI/AAAAAAAAALE/A7xplLm5wT4/s72-c/mr_bcf845c507854d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-4186826210822653128</id><published>2009-03-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:01:40.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David oh David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbfSSDVUp7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Sb4eAOxeHfg/s1600-h/beckham2750310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbfSSDVUp7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Sb4eAOxeHfg/s320/beckham2750310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311945493081008050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out, David Beckham will stay put at AC Milan till the end of the season. Bravo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-4186826210822653128?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/4186826210822653128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=4186826210822653128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/4186826210822653128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/4186826210822653128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/david-oh-david.html' title='David oh David'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbfSSDVUp7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Sb4eAOxeHfg/s72-c/beckham2750310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-2708598049588453523</id><published>2009-03-09T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:33:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiness Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbZBN14wv7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/1rzz0Xoi8Ks/s1600-h/2499158_ee9b6b9a69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbZBN14wv7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/1rzz0Xoi8Ks/s320/2499158_ee9b6b9a69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311504516589338546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I come across a dilemma having to purchase health insurance for myself recently, since I'm no longer employed and the country where I come from don't really give a damn if I'm sick...and it prompt me to think the lack of money and good health works the same way, and it's easy to take them for granted until you don't have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us (or so i thought) know money can't buy happiness, but it sure can buy lots of things that contribute mightily to happiness. However, on the other note,  we're made happier by the feeling we are learning, growing, seeing change for the better, and this applies to the spiritual, emotional, intellectual part of our lives. Well, to me, being able to appreciate the little things in life make life fuller, a kiss, a word, a book, a smile,waking up feeling happy, and it will be even happier being able to wake up next to someone whom you love and in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my happiness when i don't have to think about the stupid health insurance plan. Back to the real world, darling. And to cheers thing a little, this &lt;a href="http://www.theyearsareshort.com"&gt;little story&lt;/a&gt; makes my day somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-2708598049588453523?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/2708598049588453523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=2708598049588453523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2708598049588453523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2708598049588453523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness-myth.html' title='The Happiness Myth'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbZBN14wv7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/1rzz0Xoi8Ks/s72-c/2499158_ee9b6b9a69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-1030992778854136689</id><published>2009-03-08T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:58:31.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here she is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOUdH22Y2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IetSIKct4OY/s1600-h/34520766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOUdH22Y2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IetSIKct4OY/s320/34520766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310751613646168930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The writing of that book - Self-Made Man, and the double life that preceded it, were so taxing they drove Norah Vincent to depression after her 18 months living disguised as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the advice of her psychologist, she committed herself to a mental institution, and here with the raw and overwhelming experience came the idea for her new book. She decided to get healthy and to study the effect of treatment on the depressed and insane "in the bin," as she calls it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-1030992778854136689?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/1030992778854136689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=1030992778854136689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/1030992778854136689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/1030992778854136689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-here-she-is.html' title='And here she is...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOUdH22Y2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IetSIKct4OY/s72-c/34520766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5635641289754076934</id><published>2009-03-08T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:41:48.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover As A Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOS0Iiwm8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eYNQUX46U1Q/s1600-h/9781843545040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOS0Iiwm8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eYNQUX46U1Q/s320/9781843545040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310749809944075202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I come across the author who spent 18 months undercover as a man. Here's to share with you: The woman behind&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5171860"&gt; 'Self-Made Man'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9036425816670918938-5635641289754076934?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5635641289754076934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5635641289754076934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5635641289754076934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5635641289754076934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/undercover-as-man.html' title='Undercover As A Man...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOS0Iiwm8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/eYNQUX46U1Q/s72-c/9781843545040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-6712664460763898313</id><published>2009-03-02T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:27:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future is him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SavCcOq5wrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q-aey3iPcPw/s1600-h/Foster412e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SavCcOq5wrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q-aey3iPcPw/s320/Foster412e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308550376016429746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have ESPN channel sometimes...miss watching live football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Foster rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-6712664460763898313?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/6712664460763898313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=6712664460763898313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6712664460763898313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6712664460763898313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-is-him.html' title='The future is him!'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SavCcOq5wrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q-aey3iPcPw/s72-c/Foster412e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7126926544397421901</id><published>2009-03-02T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:48:34.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do the ducks go in winter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SaudQhky0dI/AAAAAAAAAJs/13QWhiMxkuQ/s1600-h/Rye_catcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SaudQhky0dI/AAAAAAAAAJs/13QWhiMxkuQ/s320/Rye_catcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308509493002424786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once you read a good book, everything you thought was good is suddenly blown away. Catcher in the rye has always been my favorite.  I'm prompted to read it again recently and it gave me a brand new experience and joy this time around, and thanks to you, A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-7126926544397421901?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7126926544397421901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7126926544397421901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7126926544397421901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7126926544397421901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-ducks-go-in-winter.html' title='Where do the ducks go in winter?'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SaudQhky0dI/AAAAAAAAAJs/13QWhiMxkuQ/s72-c/Rye_catcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5144596773051958571</id><published>2009-03-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:32:43.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The evolution of economic system...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SauZmmmaFCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xhpsdy5g4xM/s1600-h/220866049_b8a32bad60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SauZmmmaFCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xhpsdy5g4xM/s320/220866049_b8a32bad60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308505474261980194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was out of a job, i thought, okay, give it a year, it will be alright in 12 months, and i will get back to the job market again.  Well, or am I too optimistic when billionaire alike Warren Buffet  made his mistakes too in the current economy downfall, and admitted that he sifted through the wreckage of his worst year in four decades? But then again, as opportunistic as ever, his recent remarks, and i quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“The economy will be in shambles throughout 2009 -- and, for that matter, probably well beyond,though the path has not been smooth, our economic system has worked extraordinarily well over time. It has unleashed human potential as no other system has, and it will continue to do so.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe, I will get a job 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/9036425816670918938-5144596773051958571?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5144596773051958571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5144596773051958571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5144596773051958571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5144596773051958571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-it-yearor-am-i-too-optimistic.html' title='The evolution of economic system...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SauZmmmaFCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xhpsdy5g4xM/s72-c/220866049_b8a32bad60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8099988103396862746</id><published>2009-02-27T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:29:13.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much does it costs to hire a hitman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SajFwC4I2uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xoTvPjzBJBA/s1600-h/1602064369_c550c33c1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SajFwC4I2uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xoTvPjzBJBA/s320/1602064369_c550c33c1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307709590052854498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That title kind of catch my attention while I should concentrate and do some translation works. Even though I have no one in particular in mind that worth the risk or the money, but it does prompt me to wonder, how much does it really cost to take someone life away...and for you to ponder on, &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2212322/"&gt;read this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-8099988103396862746?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8099988103396862746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8099988103396862746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8099988103396862746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8099988103396862746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-much-does-it-cost-to-hire-hitman.html' title='How much does it costs to hire a hitman?'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SajFwC4I2uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xoTvPjzBJBA/s72-c/1602064369_c550c33c1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5582672598975042580</id><published>2009-02-18T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:57:15.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be honest, being single sucks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SZ0CoOCzVOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gZQ_MAB0pL4/s1600-h/461110879_04a8e0821c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SZ0CoOCzVOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gZQ_MAB0pL4/s320/461110879_04a8e0821c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304398826100184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I' ve come across &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/feb/17/relationships-being-single-valentines-day"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; having the same thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, dating is fun and meeting new people can be pretty exciting sometimes, but at the end of the day, if the liberty to live alone, sleep alone and dine alone also meant that no one gave a monkey's toss about whether I was alive or dead, isn't that sad?&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/9036425816670918938-5582672598975042580?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5582672598975042580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5582672598975042580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5582672598975042580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5582672598975042580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-honest-being-single-sucks.html' title='Be honest, being single sucks...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SZ0CoOCzVOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gZQ_MAB0pL4/s72-c/461110879_04a8e0821c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8963408442420907990</id><published>2009-02-11T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:29:21.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Obama On Vogue March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOP6kAfz4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/AEuqZ74OW8A/s1600-h/3276884734_951e53fd5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOP6kAfz4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/AEuqZ74OW8A/s320/3276884734_951e53fd5c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310746621860892546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hilary Clinton, Michelle Obama is now the second first lady who grace Vogue's cover, well, at least this is a more exciting than uncovering what's in and out this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-8963408442420907990?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8963408442420907990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8963408442420907990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8963408442420907990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8963408442420907990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/02/michelle-obama-on-vogue-march-2009.html' title='Michelle Obama On Vogue March 2009'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SbOP6kAfz4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/AEuqZ74OW8A/s72-c/3276884734_951e53fd5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5827847696439996778</id><published>2009-01-31T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:08:03.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Aldo Crommelynck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYUf6Srd0bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4NyH8ssYy6c/s1600-h/26665399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYUf6Srd0bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4NyH8ssYy6c/s320/26665399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297675622978277810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A master printmaker who coaxed the best out of European artists including Picasso and Matisse, express their visions on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5827847696439996778?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5827847696439996778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5827847696439996778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5827847696439996778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5827847696439996778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-aldo-crommelynck.html' title='To Aldo Crommelynck'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYUf6Srd0bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4NyH8ssYy6c/s72-c/26665399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-6515194329327208570</id><published>2009-01-29T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:01:15.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by Yoshitomo Nara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYGMUfIX9FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0yP8HFIKo68/s1600-h/gallery01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYGMUfIX9FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0yP8HFIKo68/s320/gallery01a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296668920346309714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can you tell me you are lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-6515194329327208570?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/6515194329327208570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=6515194329327208570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6515194329327208570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6515194329327208570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-yoshitomo-nara.html' title='by Yoshitomo Nara'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYGMUfIX9FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0yP8HFIKo68/s72-c/gallery01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7885970411124924327</id><published>2009-01-22T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:25:54.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unable to Love Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYBNPs7svpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NAeGH5bNyi4/s1600-h/0099515318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYBNPs7svpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NAeGH5bNyi4/s320/0099515318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296318093942636178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No writer, has contributed more to the confessional climate than Philip Roth, "My Life as a Man" is an unpolemical mirror-image of its literature, a case study of "female rage and resentment" as a contribution to the literature of inter-sexual victimization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this  book of him over the holidays and somehow it reminds me so much of my past experience(s) with men, and what not. However, there's one thing that hit me so much is where he wrote about how some men are just unable to love,  and he termed it the disease of unable to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, a disease so common found in dating world today. It's sad if one is unable to love anymore, isn't it?&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/9036425816670918938-7885970411124924327?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7885970411124924327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7885970411124924327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7885970411124924327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7885970411124924327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/unable-to-love-disease.html' title='The Unable to Love Disease'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SYBNPs7svpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NAeGH5bNyi4/s72-c/0099515318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-6450873818909770663</id><published>2009-01-21T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:22:37.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Former President George Bush</title><content type='html'>That's what we have been waiting for right? The four words in eight years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-6450873818909770663?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/6450873818909770663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=6450873818909770663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6450873818909770663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6450873818909770663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/former-president-george-bush.html' title='Former President George Bush'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8462795479444211315</id><published>2009-01-19T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:29:13.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXh0pMKJw-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-4_pREkB9U/s1600-h/concertspan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXh0pMKJw-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-4_pREkB9U/s320/concertspan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294109612961285090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXVS7PZiUyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z26aTeGvACY/s1600-h/Obama_1__469214a.jpg"&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/9036425816670918938-8462795479444211315?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8462795479444211315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8462795479444211315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8462795479444211315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8462795479444211315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXh0pMKJw-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-4_pREkB9U/s72-c/concertspan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-2328276820556321650</id><published>2009-01-16T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:14:58.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not another Jackie Kennedy, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXCkM2FGU9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6oa_M06TVtk/s1600-h/michelle_obama6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXCkM2FGU9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6oa_M06TVtk/s320/michelle_obama6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291910102742619090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was just thinking about how the first lady of America dressed themselves and today I came across&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2204577/"&gt; this interesting article &lt;/a&gt;on how Michelle Obama is advice not to dressed like Jackie Kennedy, and that put a smile on me because I, Cynthia Ng do think she should have her own style, and she will become a fashion icon herself. I totally adore the way she wear her belt over a fitted sweater, as well as flat shoes with a full skirt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-2328276820556321650?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/2328276820556321650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=2328276820556321650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2328276820556321650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2328276820556321650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-another-jackie-kennedy-please.html' title='Not another Jackie Kennedy, please'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SXCkM2FGU9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6oa_M06TVtk/s72-c/michelle_obama6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-3057002668540258132</id><published>2009-01-14T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:41:49.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's People by Nadav Kander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SW7MlFPWjQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gC6jTH_1W1w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SW7MlFPWjQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gC6jTH_1W1w/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291391549640707330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are getting more stylish, thanks to cool photography. Click&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/magazine/2009-inauguration-gallery/index.html?hp"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-3057002668540258132?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/3057002668540258132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=3057002668540258132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/3057002668540258132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/3057002668540258132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamas-people-by-nadav-kander.html' title='Obama&apos;s People by Nadav Kander'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SW7MlFPWjQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gC6jTH_1W1w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-73493216196795453</id><published>2009-01-14T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:35:42.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Revolution In Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SW688C3QUfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QWBi2ZAxmkI/s1600-h/3189394800_2816551e47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SW688C3QUfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QWBi2ZAxmkI/s320/3189394800_2816551e47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291374351953711602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once interview Yves Carcelle, the man behind LV and that was during the time when recession just begin and he was very optimistic about the whole luxury business. While France being the birthplace of luxury fashion, the recession biting thie world has some how affect consumer's morality play, no matter how well off they are, people are sitting on their money tight. Even optimistic big boy like LV has to canceled plans for what would have been its largest and most glittery store in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a recent issue of Le Figaro Magazine featured a 12-page guide to scaled-down living in 2009, and GQ feautring business survival guide in their february issue, hmm...in this increasing out-of-tune economy time,  i guess the only free thing we can still enjoy is the morning sunshine and some smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-73493216196795453?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/73493216196795453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=73493216196795453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/73493216196795453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/73493216196795453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/revolution-in-values.html' title='A Revolution In Values'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SW688C3QUfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QWBi2ZAxmkI/s72-c/3189394800_2816551e47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7750755856548335695</id><published>2009-01-07T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:59:13.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWRuddH_vKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bW7H7Qaf_GA/s1600-h/CIMG6147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWRuddH_vKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bW7H7Qaf_GA/s320/CIMG6147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288473314753232034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In romance, one day you are in, the next day you are out"&lt;br /&gt;~Cynthia NG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-7750755856548335695?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7750755856548335695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7750755856548335695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7750755856548335695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7750755856548335695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-romance-one-day-you-are-in-next-day.html' title='In Romance'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWRuddH_vKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bW7H7Qaf_GA/s72-c/CIMG6147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-2431216551626072075</id><published>2009-01-05T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:41:12.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWLfU2CiHXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gOFaUxuJTF8/s1600-h/25mad-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWLfU2CiHXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gOFaUxuJTF8/s320/25mad-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288034461682900338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I started to watch the first season because I like the 60's fashion style and sometimes, only sometimes I wish I was born in that era where everyone is so well-groomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series’s creator, Matthew Weiner, evokes a moody vision of the early ’60s as the time that signaled the waning of American optimism, where the time it’s still a man’s world. (Or still a man's world now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the series, most of the privileged white-shoe account executives and copywriters who ogle their secretaries; cheat on discontented wives  and keep their offices as segregated as their country clubs have no real sense that their world is coming to a fast end. Sounds too familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I want to watch or even read the second season reviews, I just want to say, Men are MAD, and I can't figure out why I still love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-2431216551626072075?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/2431216551626072075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=2431216551626072075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2431216551626072075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2431216551626072075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/mad-men.html' title='Mad Men'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWLfU2CiHXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gOFaUxuJTF8/s72-c/25mad-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5653963335061851112</id><published>2009-01-03T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:11:15.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>90th birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWA20cHvQtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Tg17zFxZROI/s1600-h/2646342914_4e3b560081_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWA20cHvQtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Tg17zFxZROI/s320/2646342914_4e3b560081_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286237062709970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To J.D Salinger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5653963335061851112?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5653963335061851112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5653963335061851112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5653963335061851112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5653963335061851112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/90th-birthday.html' title='90th birthday~'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SWA20cHvQtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Tg17zFxZROI/s72-c/2646342914_4e3b560081_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5058322456035907010</id><published>2009-01-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:17:16.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai One Cold Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SV2iG7VoAjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dVJxu6t6qnU/s1600-h/CIMG6151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SV2iG7VoAjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dVJxu6t6qnU/s320/CIMG6151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286559777494139442" 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/9036425816670918938-5058322456035907010?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5058322456035907010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5058322456035907010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5058322456035907010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5058322456035907010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/shanghai-one-cold-day.html' title='Shanghai One Cold Day'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SV2iG7VoAjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dVJxu6t6qnU/s72-c/CIMG6151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5223229825470004293</id><published>2009-01-01T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:07:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snob or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVzqJF-w7vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8vFj1cPKHrI/s1600-h/01anna-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVzqJF-w7vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8vFj1cPKHrI/s320/01anna-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357504571272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always been a fashion snob or label snob...even though i do own some fashion pieces that carries a "label", but I really just don't care that much, at the end of the day, a purse is a purse as long as it serves its purpose. And while i was winding down from a long day talking about fashion label and what not with my friends, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/01/fashion/01ANNA.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; about Vogue caught my attention. Here's the excerpt that I think is so true about fashion magazine industry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vogue has become stale and predictable, and it has happened in spite of some of the best editors, writers and photographers in the business. And it has happened in spite of a leader who “only cares what readers care about”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with all due respect, i still do think there's something editors of Ms. Wintour’s generation have and not easily adopted by anyone in this generation.&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/9036425816670918938-5223229825470004293?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5223229825470004293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5223229825470004293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5223229825470004293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5223229825470004293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/snob-or-not.html' title='Snob or Not'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVzqJF-w7vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8vFj1cPKHrI/s72-c/01anna-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5024064466450024837</id><published>2009-01-01T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:40:02.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVzjuB2tfDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2E1jsA77R7w/s1600-h/2716854111_8d1010a788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVzjuB2tfDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2E1jsA77R7w/s320/2716854111_8d1010a788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286350442537516082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it time for change or new year resolutions are just made on Jan 1st so that you can fail it &lt;/span&gt;by Valentine’s Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not sure. I stop having new year resolutions or don't even remember at the end of the year if i ever made any This year, however i just want to do something that I have not done  (well, in a constructive way, like learning a new skill), it's not a new year's resolution, but probably something i promise myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9036425816670918938-5024064466450024837?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5024064466450024837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5024064466450024837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5024064466450024837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5024064466450024837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year New Me?'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVzjuB2tfDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2E1jsA77R7w/s72-c/2716854111_8d1010a788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-308429019059954628</id><published>2008-12-24T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:19:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Gay Top Ten Fashion Must Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVIL_AosRgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RnRpXs1l0Uo/s1600-h/TRUE_LOVE_Snow_White_by_dronio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVIL_AosRgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RnRpXs1l0Uo/s320/TRUE_LOVE_Snow_White_by_dronio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283298489989350914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked through my contact list once looking for someone to date, and 80% male i know are gay (sadly but it's so true)...and the rest of the 20%, they are either married or just plain boring that don't even worth the time for the whole dressing up and looking nice dating routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, while I was home earlier, my girlfriend complained she can't find a decent date, and the conversation rolls to how KL gay carry themselves, and while we were sipping away hot chocolates, we kept seeing gay couples passing through and for those who is still clueless on how to spot out one in KL, here's our conclusion after actually knowing and been around many gays guy in KL...you can always tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what they are wearing or buying:&lt;br /&gt;1. A Tote Bag, especially from Gucci&lt;br /&gt;2. Bermuda, it has to be white and above the knee length&lt;br /&gt;3. White Cotton V-neck tee&lt;br /&gt;4. Ray Ban aviator shade&lt;br /&gt;5. Good quality beach sandal&lt;br /&gt;6. Hedi Slimane inspired fitted blazer&lt;br /&gt;7. Skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;8. Designer shoes&lt;br /&gt;9. Beret&lt;br /&gt;10. and last but not least, a gym membership card in his LV or BV wallet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-308429019059954628?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/308429019059954628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=308429019059954628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/308429019059954628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/308429019059954628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl-gay-top-ten-fashion-must-have.html' title='KL Gay Top Ten Fashion Must Have'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVIL_AosRgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RnRpXs1l0Uo/s72-c/TRUE_LOVE_Snow_White_by_dronio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-2281469091848202653</id><published>2008-12-24T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:20:59.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVIDRKsDU5I/AAAAAAAAADs/kjkjpJcBmYo/s1600-h/RoastPorkforNewton%27sWeddingGift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVIDRKsDU5I/AAAAAAAAADs/kjkjpJcBmYo/s200/RoastPorkforNewton%27sWeddingGift.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283288906320794514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the wedding gift from my brother's wedding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-2281469091848202653?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/2281469091848202653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=2281469091848202653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2281469091848202653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/2281469091848202653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/12/piggy.html' title='Piggy'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SVIDRKsDU5I/AAAAAAAAADs/kjkjpJcBmYo/s72-c/RoastPorkforNewton%27sWeddingGift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-4241865364467554432</id><published>2008-12-10T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:49.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair New Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SUCyjwiJLZI/AAAAAAAAADk/oe-gs5P7Z30/s1600-h/Cynthia-NewHaircut-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415090671496594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SUCyjwiJLZI/AAAAAAAAADk/oe-gs5P7Z30/s320/Cynthia-NewHaircut-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new cool hipster haircut thanks to Victor Yuen and Victor Goh...I can't be happier on the day Shanghai finally get some sunlight and blue sky...and of course to David, who took this picture. I love all of you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-4241865364467554432?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/4241865364467554432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=4241865364467554432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/4241865364467554432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/4241865364467554432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-cool-hipster-haircut-thanks-to.html' title='New Hair New Me'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SUCyjwiJLZI/AAAAAAAAADk/oe-gs5P7Z30/s72-c/Cynthia-NewHaircut-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-6083845074693216495</id><published>2008-12-01T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:28:14.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obamaville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPcASHgPHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S3-yJp4xvkA/s1600-h/MAP_441577a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274801486002404466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPcASHgPHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S3-yJp4xvkA/s320/MAP_441577a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new neighbourhood on earth - &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/travel/destinations/usa/article5250733.ece"&gt;Obamaville&lt;/a&gt;...is now added on the world map. Hmm, talk about the power of celebrities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-6083845074693216495?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/6083845074693216495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=6083845074693216495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6083845074693216495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/6083845074693216495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/12/obamaville.html' title='Obamaville'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPcASHgPHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/S3-yJp4xvkA/s72-c/MAP_441577a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5882695013087248801</id><published>2008-12-01T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:32:10.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think ‘007’ and Add $269,993</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPZQFjMkGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lB7Xj16YBE4/s1600-h/600-aston-span.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274798458971918434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPZQFjMkGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lB7Xj16YBE4/s320/600-aston-span.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5882695013087248801?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5882695013087248801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5882695013087248801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5882695013087248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5882695013087248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/12/think-007-and-add-269993.html' title='Think ‘007’ and Add $269,993'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPZQFjMkGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lB7Xj16YBE4/s72-c/600-aston-span.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-1716582487176383649</id><published>2008-11-29T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:57:04.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What I needed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPfDDOb0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/xuCjhH1mhg8/s1600-h/2574512996_905c6acfa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274804832079434098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPfDDOb0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/xuCjhH1mhg8/s320/2574512996_905c6acfa8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always a little slow on realizing my own emotion trauma, even on the day I was told the company is going to let me go. I didn't feel it until the first week when I don't have to go to work and realize I'm actually OUT OF JOB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(flashback)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...being a poor freelancer for the past year haven't been helpful on the saving and now that I've moved to a new place(or more specifically new country) and thought it would be a fresh new start with career and everything, and boooom...I'm here fighting for my own again, that's kind of challenging, in many ways. (allow me to have some self-pity moment,and i promise this is the last time I'm going to talk about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is at time like this, I wish I have more friends around, and someone who is dear enough to hold on to me and who will go through this phase of life together. Just like this &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/26/jobs/26pre.html?ref=jobs"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt; went through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough it's going to be tough,but at least I know I'm going to get through, I know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-1716582487176383649?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/1716582487176383649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=1716582487176383649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/1716582487176383649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/1716582487176383649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just What I needed...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/STPfDDOb0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/xuCjhH1mhg8/s72-c/2574512996_905c6acfa8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5195228529917817481</id><published>2008-11-27T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:53:59.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SS-TxqSlTII/AAAAAAAAACs/cMS9p0MVheM/s1600-h/books2011IndiaKnightl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273596170049244290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SS-TxqSlTII/AAAAAAAAACs/cMS9p0MVheM/s320/books2011IndiaKnightl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With my current unemployed status, try to be as thrifty as I can is what I need to train myself to AGAIN~ and India Knight's new book - The Thrift Book caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change,' she says, 'has come across the middle classes and the readers of lifestyle supplements."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about that.  A distaste for excess crept upon me unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, bottled water seemed normal; the next day not. One day, leaving the computer on all night seemed bold and trusting,the next, it seemed a senseless waste. Now, it looks like the most sensible thing for me to do is move to a smaller flat, argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5195228529917817481?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5195228529917817481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5195228529917817481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5195228529917817481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5195228529917817481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-my-current-unemployed-status-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SS-TxqSlTII/AAAAAAAAACs/cMS9p0MVheM/s72-c/books2011IndiaKnightl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-8480923227064998251</id><published>2008-11-27T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:11:06.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Marriage Really A Form of Prostitution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SS-J4HaDviI/AAAAAAAAACk/PX1wS8Hfhts/s1600-h/9780415412339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273585285828165154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SS-J4HaDviI/AAAAAAAAACk/PX1wS8Hfhts/s320/9780415412339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never thought of it this way. However when I read ther review of feminist author &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheila_Jeffreys"&gt;Sheila Jeffreys&lt;/a&gt; , her new book, The Industrial Vagina: The Political Economy of the Global Sex Trade, it strikes me to think, yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more glaring links such as the growing issue of mail-order brides comes to me, but then again, the theory of supply and demand always exist...isn't it?&lt;/div&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-8480923227064998251?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/8480923227064998251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=8480923227064998251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8480923227064998251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/8480923227064998251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-marriage-really-form-of-prostitution.html' title='Is Marriage Really A Form of Prostitution?'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SS-J4HaDviI/AAAAAAAAACk/PX1wS8Hfhts/s72-c/9780415412339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7791885474205409472</id><published>2008-10-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:03:28.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If China Did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPrNpP9QOzI/AAAAAAAAACc/sixHWjMJ8WM/s1600-h/mao-chinese-currency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258741623450254130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPrNpP9QOzI/AAAAAAAAACc/sixHWjMJ8WM/s320/mao-chinese-currency.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faced with the largest monetary meltdown in history, the world is facing meltdown on both consumer and business spending. Andrew Graham's article on Guardian suggest if China spends its trillions, recession could be averted. Find out more &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/oct/15/economics-china"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-7791885474205409472?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7791885474205409472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7791885474205409472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7791885474205409472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7791885474205409472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-china-did.html' title='If China Did...'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPrNpP9QOzI/AAAAAAAAACc/sixHWjMJ8WM/s72-c/mao-chinese-currency.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-400197301810386374</id><published>2008-10-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:08:13.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brangelina Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPCWbq0s90I/AAAAAAAAACU/yyV6T8NNCDA/s1600-h/wmagazinecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255866167237343042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPCWbq0s90I/AAAAAAAAACU/yyV6T8NNCDA/s320/wmagazinecover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angelina is on W cover, and it's shot by Brad Pitt, in many ways it's a nice picture, but where's the baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/filmblog/2008/oct/10/brad-pitt-angelina-jolie-breastfeeding-photo#"&gt;here&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/9036425816670918938-400197301810386374?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/400197301810386374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=400197301810386374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/400197301810386374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/400197301810386374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/10/angelina-is-on-w-cover-and-its-shot-by.html' title='Brangelina Cover'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPCWbq0s90I/AAAAAAAAACU/yyV6T8NNCDA/s72-c/wmagazinecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-5183678637291209982</id><published>2008-10-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T04:35:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Rochas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPCPakqY0VI/AAAAAAAAACM/9_eCQj2PEIM/s1600-h/520px-Rochas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255858451822203218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPCPakqY0VI/AAAAAAAAACM/9_eCQj2PEIM/s320/520px-Rochas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I may not be the biggest fans of Rochas, but it's nice to know that the label who first created 2/3-length coats and skirts with pockets is finally making a come back after 2 years of discontinuation under the creative direction o f Olivier Theyskens, whom took a purer approach to fashion and did not rely (like many fashion houses) on accessory sales and cheaper sister lines for a steady stream of revenue. Anyway, while the first collection is slated to debut in March 2009, there's still no word - yet - on who will design it, although rumour has it &lt;a href="http://www.vogue.co.uk/news/daily/081008-rochas-to-reenter-fashion-stage.aspx"&gt;Marco Zanini &lt;/a&gt;is in talks to take on the role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-5183678637291209982?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/5183678637291209982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=5183678637291209982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5183678637291209982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/5183678637291209982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/10/return-of-rochas.html' title='The Return of Rochas'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SPCPakqY0VI/AAAAAAAAACM/9_eCQj2PEIM/s72-c/520px-Rochas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7710292130440577615</id><published>2008-10-06T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:09:19.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real McCain</title><content type='html'>Interesting piece on revealing the myths on the next presidential candidate, click on the&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viH7lEexn8U"&gt; 5 myths about John McCain&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viH7lEexn8U"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-7710292130440577615?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7710292130440577615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7710292130440577615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7710292130440577615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7710292130440577615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-mccain.html' title='The Real McCain'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-7454451452469698460</id><published>2008-10-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:22:06.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfort Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOVyqi8crXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZqYo8tzKK4/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252730615657966962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOVyqi8crXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZqYo8tzKK4/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOVydFJMRmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sZ_3O4Du7Dw/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252730384320054882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOVydFJMRmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sZ_3O4Du7Dw/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting comfy in my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;. Even if they are not the most desirable looking shoes, but who needs style when walking is big part of living in Shanghai?! I wish they have ' em in heels and doesn't look ugly. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-7454451452469698460?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/7454451452469698460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=7454451452469698460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7454451452469698460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/7454451452469698460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-comfort-buy.html' title='The Comfort Buy'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOVyqi8crXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lZqYo8tzKK4/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036425816670918938.post-663126988770458753</id><published>2008-10-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:29:44.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Murakami Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOV1cxSjRXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u1Gkl_x6zNk/s1600-h/NorwegianWood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252733677525484914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOV1cxSjRXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u1Gkl_x6zNk/s320/NorwegianWood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have finally able to remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haruki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is 村上春树, thanks to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awkward &lt;/span&gt;moment of associated him with the other artist. That aside, he has been one of my favorite writer and his work Norwegian wood is by far my favorite read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the best review that express my very thoughts of his work- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Wood_(novel)"&gt;Norwegian Woods&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Murakami's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tale is a melancholy memory of what was and what could have been, a deft combination of adult wisdom and youthful heart." - Mary Elizabeth Williams, Salon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036425816670918938-663126988770458753?l=seveneven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/feeds/663126988770458753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036425816670918938&amp;postID=663126988770458753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/663126988770458753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036425816670918938/posts/default/663126988770458753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seveneven.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-murakami-moment.html' title='My Murakami Moment'/><author><name>Cynthia Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495844148620102628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOTpn-7tysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfR0hBThUsc/S220/CN010309-131901.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t9VX31VC78E/SOV1cxSjRXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u1Gkl_x6zNk/s72-c/NorwegianWood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
