<?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-7014549176114042902</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:34:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>867</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8854648461969067712</id><published>2011-08-14T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:09:24.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog has been moved. Hope you can chance upon the new site somehow. Or you can ask me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for reading (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-8854648461969067712?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8854648461969067712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8854648461969067712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8854648461969067712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8854648461969067712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8035162465128391084</id><published>2011-01-02T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:29:25.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking around with a camera is therapeutic. I was just roaming around the neighborhood aimlessly thinking, feeling; when I saw a stray white balloon. It had descended from high above the sky and was floating around at eye level. Maybe it was a stray balloon from New Year's Eve. I'm not sure if it's cool to spend a good part of my late afternoon chasing/ stalking balloons before I went to catch a movie dinner. But I appointed myself as the balloon's unofficial biographer anyway, watching it float up stairs, under void decks and flirt with the pull up bars. The random walk felt like Brownian motion and (hahaha God forbid) totally possible for me to model it using the continuous time stochastic Wiener process. By 7pm, I had to leave and the balloon had foolishly floated on to the Malaysian railway tracks. So I gathered my equipment and here is one of my random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TR_G4zc_nTI/AAAAAAAADRc/zAZG_aP010A/s1600/aDSC_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TR_G4zc_nTI/AAAAAAAADRc/zAZG_aP010A/s400/aDSC_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557379144385273138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"walking out of expanding universe."-cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random post on post new year day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-8035162465128391084?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8035162465128391084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8035162465128391084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8035162465128391084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8035162465128391084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-hood.html' title='in the hood'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TR_G4zc_nTI/AAAAAAAADRc/zAZG_aP010A/s72-c/aDSC_1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5286797914856891869</id><published>2011-01-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:49:00.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were Christopher from the book "The Curious Incident of the Dog in Night Time", then today would have been my unlucky day. Three yellow cars parked side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TR8FC7lpsEI/AAAAAAAADRU/bDTysnU7APY/s1600/DSC_1109a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TR8FC7lpsEI/AAAAAAAADRU/bDTysnU7APY/s400/DSC_1109a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557166013111971906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"yellow"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I ever own a car this yellow, then it can only be a Lamborghini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5286797914856891869?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5286797914856891869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5286797914856891869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5286797914856891869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5286797914856891869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-my-way-out.html' title='on my way out'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TR8FC7lpsEI/AAAAAAAADRU/bDTysnU7APY/s72-c/DSC_1109a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6555719465944501266</id><published>2011-01-01T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:30:59.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The last time I bathed was last year.." - t.y.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17 person like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6555719465944501266?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6555719465944501266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6555719465944501266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6555719465944501266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6555719465944501266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2011/01/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-9154274812091431140</id><published>2011-01-01T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:11:05.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To think the fireworks went off right after I turned my back after receiving a new year wish. It was almost a cinematic moment. A few things were on my mind then, among them were a confirmation and a resolution. But you guys are not entitled to them. what a way to begin a new year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy new year nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-9154274812091431140?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9154274812091431140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=9154274812091431140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/9154274812091431140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/9154274812091431140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2011/01/moments.html' title='moments'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6371415866643797</id><published>2010-12-31T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:59:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forking etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://dilbert.com/blog/entry/forking_etiquette/"&gt;Scott Adams Blog&lt;/a&gt; when I realized that fine dining eludes a lot of my peers. I find myself correcting people when they hold the fork with their right hand. It is hard not to notice when they sit across you and they mirror you. I have Ms T. Ng to thank for the fine dining classes during Home Economics lessons in VS. (Yes I did Home Economics, but I will talk about that another time. It's an animal of a subject in itself. Imagine me with a sewing machine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were eating lunch during our holiday vacation, and she asked me, in a suspiciously casual tone of voice, if I were aware of the proper etiquette for using a fork. I responded with a blank stare, which was my way of saying that her yammering was distracting me from shoveling a respectable percentage of the resort's entire buffet from my plate into my maw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted, Shelly went on to demonstrate her point, holding a knife in her right hand, and a fork in her left hand with the tines pointed inexplicably downward. Her index finger was on the back of each utensil, and she explained that you should continue holding the knife even while you're not sawing on a dead animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds, Shelly's words penetrated the fog of my feeding frenzy. As her explanation sunk in, I started to go into traumatic etiquette shock. That's the feeling you get when you realize that for several decades people have watched you eat and probably compared you unfavorably to a stoned raccoon on garbage day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world started moving in slow motion as I looked around the dining room to verify this stunning revelation. Sure enough, every adult diner was using the method Shelly described. How could I have gone my entire life without noticing? I was shocked and ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly tried to imitate the proper forking method. That turned out to be problematic because I'm a vegetarian. I didn't have anything on my plate that needed cutting, and the upside down fork method was a disaster for eating rice. I could only balance a few grains at a time on the back of my fork, and half of those ended up on my lap, where I have been told a napkin should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was something missing in Shelly's explanation of proper fork use, but she wasn't giving me any more clues. The other diners all seemed to be eating meat; they were no help.  I briefly considered a catapult solution, which would have involved pushing some rice onto the back of the fork, glancing furtively around the room to make sure no one was looking, and launching the payload toward my face. That probably sounds stupid to you, but keep in mind that I had already bought into the notion of using a fork upside down. I couldn't rule out anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to fork properly from this moment on, and not add to a lifetime of humiliation. It took me an hour to finish my rice, averaging three grains per fork. The buffet had soup, but I couldn't imagine how long it would take to consume it with my spoon turned upside down, or backwards, or using just the edge; Shelly hadn't covered spoon etiquette, so I was mostly guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the meal I was still wondering if this whole episode had been an elaborate practical joke, with everyone else in on it. I pulled out my iPhone and Googled "fork etiquette." A dried branch of a lady with an upper class accent appeared on video demonstrating the technique Shelly had described. My mortification was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I grew up in a small town, in a farming environment. We valued efficiency over ritual. Inefficiency was synonymous with stupidity. If there had been a way to eat faster by somehow involving your ass cheeks, that's how I would have learned to do it. If someone sneezed where I grew up, there was no reason to say "God Bless you," because either God was already handling it or he didn't exist. God didn't need a middle man to handle a simple sneezing transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my story, I was horrified and humiliated by my lack of forking knowledge. I started to panic, wondering what other rules of etiquette had somehow escaped my notice. Was I supposed to open doors using nothing but my elbows? Should I dial my phone with a single knuckle? Should I salute anyone wearing a hat and ask, "How's the war going, Captain?" My point is that there's no way to deduce etiquette from logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I did more research and discovered that Shelly's forking technique is called the Continental method. It's the method used in Europe as well as anywhere else that the British have killed the locals. I also learned that you're allowed to turn your fork right-side-up for scooping anything can't be stabbed.  Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, there is an American forking &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2213451_use-knife-american-style-etiquette.html"&gt;method &lt;/a&gt;too, and that is what I had always used. That involves holding the fork in your right hand, like a pen, with the tines pointing up. But I have been informed that cutting food with the edge of my fork is bad form, no matter how efficient it is. Bah! I reject that tyranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at a local restaurant I observed a boy, about ten years old, at a nearby table who took the principle of dining efficiency to such a high level that I wept tears of admiration. The restaurant provided a fork and spoon rolled up in a paper napkin. They expect you to break the paper seal and free the utensils from the napkin. But the boy realized he could use the entire sealed unit as a fork-spoon with a napkin surround. He would grab the entire bundle, stab some food with the fork and wipe his mouth on the wrapped bundle. I don't use the "genius" label too often, but I think it applies in this case, even though he was just kidding around. I believe I witnessed the invention of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;napkinforkspoon&lt;/span&gt;. And someday, God willing, when efficiency replaces etiquette, we will all be using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unquote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha fork it. kopitiam have no rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6371415866643797?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6371415866643797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6371415866643797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6371415866643797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6371415866643797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/forking-etiquette.html' title='forking etiquette'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7781756692352121088</id><published>2010-12-31T08:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:15:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a recap of my 2010 resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get employed by the end of the year and be able to say I love my job. (I have an offer at hand and I love the company) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be back home for dinner with my parents more often. (Well since my research can be done from home, I am at home most of the time this year.) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Show more concern towards those that mattered. Revive a good friendship that I once had and still cherish a lot. (Well won't talk about this) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Standchart&lt;/span&gt; marathon; all 42.125km of it under 5 1/2hours. (Even though I had a valid reason. I had Level 1 exams that day. Ultimately, the point is I wanted to start running again and I did not train for it at all.) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Graduate. (Well I have cleared most of the requirements. I'm deciding when I want to graduate.) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well at least I got most of them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7014549176114042902-7781756692352121088?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7781756692352121088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7781756692352121088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7781756692352121088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7781756692352121088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/aar.html' title='AAR'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1131030359789312465</id><published>2010-12-31T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:11:02.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere deep down inside, I have already made up my mind. If this is how it is going to turn out, then it is how it will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quoi qu’il puisse se passer, je l’assume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advienne que pourra.&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/7014549176114042902-1131030359789312465?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1131030359789312465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1131030359789312465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1131030359789312465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1131030359789312465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/somewhere.html' title='somewhere'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2784267761378417676</id><published>2010-12-30T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:59:00.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sounds of rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was sitting beside the window when it began to rain. 'ting ting ting'. I watched the rain drops landing resonantly on the aluminum sill. Other less fortunate droplets landed directly on the vertically edge and were sliced into two; they went without a sound. On the window sill was an orchestra of glass bottles balanced precariously; some were upright others were upside down. Droplets that landed on them gave out a different but clearer 'ding ding ding'. The collective chime was magically musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain then got heavier and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the bad weather orchestra picked up its rhythms and intensity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was no need to shift myself as I was safely seated clear of the direct and ricocheting water pellets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The symphony reached a climax when the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; small rapid trickling of water from overhanging edges quickly coalesce into a bigger drop before falling into the puddle below. They angrily worked up the base of the set with regular 'thud thud thud'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rain drew closer its end, the peacefulness of the sounds were restored. I looked up at the sky and was disappointed not so see any rainbow. Before you question my musicians' acumen or marvel at my hidden musicality, I have to admit that this was not the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the rain. The first thing that popped up into my mind was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... if I time the intervals of each 'ting' or 'ding' will I find a hidden Fibonacci series?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2784267761378417676?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2784267761378417676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2784267761378417676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2784267761378417676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2784267761378417676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/sounds-of-rain.html' title='sounds of rain'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2752296133191322192</id><published>2010-12-30T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:52:33.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soldiers' dialog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you had played Plants vs Zombies, maybe you will enjoy this dialogue I found on &lt;a href="http://www.dorkly.com/article/7925/plants-vs-zombies-vs-awesome"&gt;Dorkly.com: Plant vs Zombies vs. Awesome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt; :Ah, life.  Fresh air, warm sunlight, and plenty of water, garden life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Bunker-up soldier, welcome to hell.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: You’ve just been planted into a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peashooter: &lt;/strong&gt;A battlefield?  But the sunflowers look like they’re having such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Their smiles are just for show.  They have it rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunflower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: BLARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!  Oh God make it stop!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: Did he just vomit sunshine?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower&lt;/strong&gt;: Please, someone cut off my stalk.  Tear me up.  Do anything, just don’t… oh no it’s coming again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BLARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: Can’t someone help him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Would love to, but we need his sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: For photosynthesis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: You’d think so, but we actually use as currency to purchase biological weapons against the zombie onslaught. Oh great, here comes another rookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wall-nut&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah!  Frontline!  Someone hand me my nut-shooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: So we shoot seeds at the zombies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, well… not Wall-nut.  He is more of a sacrificial plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wall-nut&lt;/strong&gt;: Sacrificial?  Wait, come on guys.  Hand me my weapon, this zombie is wicked close.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry buddy, take it like a champ!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-nut&lt;/strong&gt;: OH MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!  MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: You’re doing great!  Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wall-nut&lt;/strong&gt;: I DON’T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PROTECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: BLARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!  Kill me now!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: This place is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: What did I tell you?  And that’s not even the worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: How could it get worse than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Our weapon supplier has a mental disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Dave&lt;/strong&gt;: I’M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CRAAAAAAAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: How can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: First of all, he’s using garden plants as weapons against the zombie apocalypse. But the pot-helmet is a dead giveaway. Plus, he’s always reaffirming that’s he’s crazy.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: Why does he do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Dave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I’M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caps"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CRAAAAAAAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: So… we’re all going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Dave&lt;/strong&gt;: Hold up little saplings, eventually the zombies will give up and we will all have a massive dance party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeater&lt;/strong&gt;: …&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peashooter&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, we’re f—ked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; now that I am the commander in chief, we are going to swamp the 60 levels of zombies effortlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7014549176114042902-2752296133191322192?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2752296133191322192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2752296133191322192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2752296133191322192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2752296133191322192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/soldiers-dialog.html' title='soldiers&apos; dialog'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3480906700692468022</id><published>2010-12-30T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:53:45.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 60th post this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it's kind of a record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3480906700692468022?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3480906700692468022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3480906700692468022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3480906700692468022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3480906700692468022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/60th.html' title='60th'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5976772070827744712</id><published>2010-12-30T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:33:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been reading a lot lately (and I see a direct correlation between the frequency of blog posts and the amount of things I read). The latest book that graced my hands now is Liar's Poker. It provided an unflattering portrayal of Wall Street, the people working there and their perceived exclusivity and disrespect for anything non monetary. If what I read in this book and in the wall street forums are true, then won't getting the 'top job' become a constant struggle to withhold kindness. It sounded like closing a sale where you trade in your kindness for prestige and pledge allegiance to money. Is turning into a hard ass part of the job requirement? Maybe this is why I am half hoping to snatch the offer and half hoping to be rejected so that I do not have to make that decision for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how hard it is, i will still be kind. cos that is the only right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5976772070827744712?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5976772070827744712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5976772070827744712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5976772070827744712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5976772070827744712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/kindness.html' title='kindness'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3685106899697218031</id><published>2010-12-29T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:04:11.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>competency test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That went well. Programming in Matlab is simply a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bring on the next round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3685106899697218031?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3685106899697218031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3685106899697218031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3685106899697218031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3685106899697218031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/competency-test.html' title='competency test'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-37299988122465970</id><published>2010-12-29T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:01:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had enough and I really mean it. I do not want the taste of vinegar to linger in my mouth, to keep eying the conveyor belt for salmon skins, to see sushi rice balls stacked up into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; trees and to drink diluted green tea refilled a hundred times. Especially, not after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no more Japanese food till after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cny&lt;/span&gt; please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-37299988122465970?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/37299988122465970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=37299988122465970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/37299988122465970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/37299988122465970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/had-enough.html' title='had enough'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-135639915488028369</id><published>2010-12-28T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:20:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snails evolved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I did not know enough when I posted &lt;a href="http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/snails.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; questioning the evolutionary successes of snails. &lt;a href="http://www.nature.com/news/2010/101207/full/news.2010.658.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NatureNews&lt;/span&gt;: Left turns saves snails from snakes&lt;/a&gt; explained that "some species of  &lt;span class="i"&gt;Satsuma &lt;/span&gt; snail have shells that coil to the left, which probably evolved because the snakes that prey on them have jaws specialized for feeding on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;molluscs&lt;/span&gt;' right-coiling ancestors".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a feeling next time when i see a snail, i will instinctively observe the direction of the coil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-135639915488028369?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/135639915488028369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=135639915488028369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/135639915488028369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/135639915488028369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/snails-evolved.html' title='snails evolved'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3127252761552451886</id><published>2010-12-28T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:38:48.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate and coffee instead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had chocolate and coffee instead of tea. Some things do not change after 3 years. You were still roughly an hour late and the reason for arriving late was still because of cell cultures. Same dress sense but that was not surprising since laboratory compliant dress code does not evolve with fashion. Maybe a slight gain in weight? But I was still able to recognize you at first sight and the manly gait is still there (hahaha sorry). The first few seconds still felt the same after all these years, but other things have changed. Conversations were still light and brisk punctuated with the occasional sarcasm or joke, but silence was no longer as comfortable. I guess like all things in the universe, friendship follows the law of inertia. When things begin to run again after being stalled for a while, there is the initial traction that needs to be overcome.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next time we meet up again, we need an activity to fill in the conversation lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then we can move to gear 2 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7014549176114042902-3127252761552451886?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3127252761552451886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3127252761552451886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3127252761552451886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3127252761552451886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/chocolate-and-coffee-instead.html' title='chocolate and coffee instead'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1237068494364632125</id><published>2010-12-28T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T05:44:20.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only i know the reason why am i up at this hour.&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/7014549176114042902-1237068494364632125?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1237068494364632125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1237068494364632125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1237068494364632125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1237068494364632125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/awake.html' title='awake'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8463713038732075180</id><published>2010-12-26T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:39:40.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>text icons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have seen a lot of text icons in my life   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;:)   ;p    :-O  o.O :D&lt;/span&gt; .This is the first time i see this new hybrid text icon &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;:$&lt;/span&gt;. So if you are as ignorant as me, you can choose to believe its origination explained in the equation below or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;:$        =         :S          +         :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my reply to her explanation ----&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;:$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-8463713038732075180?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8463713038732075180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8463713038732075180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8463713038732075180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8463713038732075180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-icons.html' title='text icons'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7470893122326415130</id><published>2010-12-26T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:13:20.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow after 3+ years. Let's hope you still look like your outdated facebook profile pic..&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/7014549176114042902-7470893122326415130?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7470893122326415130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7470893122326415130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7470893122326415130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7470893122326415130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/tea.html' title='tea'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4454131409570005231</id><published>2010-12-26T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:39:42.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the physics of christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since most people who reads what I write does not believe in Santa Claus anyway, there is no harm in posting this a Christmas killer. After reading this, all I can say is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not let your kids hang around physicists&lt;/span&gt;. So here is what I got from Jim's website : &lt;a href="http://www.jimgeary.com/faves/joxe/JOXSCE05.HTM"&gt;The Physics of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;. quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1)  No known species of reindeer can fly, but there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified.  While most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 2)  There are 2 billion children in the world (persons under 18), but since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist children, that reduces the workload by 85% of the total - leaving 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau.  At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes.  One presumes there is at least one good child per house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 3)  Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different times zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical).  This works out to 822.6 visits per second.  This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000 th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stocking, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.  Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding, etc.  That means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound.  For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, at tops, 15 miles per hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 4)  The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element.  Assuming each child get nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight.  On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds.  Even granting the "flying reindeer" can pull TEN TIMES that normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine.  We need 214,200 reindeer.  This increases payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh to 353,430 tons.  Again, for comparison, this is four times the weight of the _Queen Elizabeth_II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 5)  353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance.  This will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere.  The lead pair will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy per second, each.  In short, they will burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and creating a deafening sonic boom in their wake.  The entire reindeer team will be vaporized in 4.26 thousandths of a second.  Santa meanwhile, will be subject to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity.  A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by a 4,315,015 pound force. In conclusion, if Santa ever DID deliver presents of Christmas Eve, he's now dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4454131409570005231?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4454131409570005231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4454131409570005231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4454131409570005231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4454131409570005231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/physics-of-christmas.html' title='the physics of christmas'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5439614362753461392</id><published>2010-12-26T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:21:44.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tofu burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe going to &lt;a href="http://www.nex.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (North East Exchange) on Christmas Day was a bad idea. Yea I know, you guys cannot believe that I actually bother to venture beyond my 10 km from home perimeter. Exactly, I was asking myself too '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NEX&lt;/span&gt; when I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bahru&lt;/span&gt; Plaza, Great World, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cityhall&lt;/span&gt;, Marina, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt;, Orchard, Chinatown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; in my backyard within 20min bus ride&lt;/span&gt;'. That was until I checked out the tenants in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NEX&lt;/span&gt;. The number of restaurants, cafes, food kiosks and food courts there makes it a gastronomical heaven. I saw the lists (&lt;a href="http://www.nex.com.sg/index.php?section=whats-in-store&amp;amp;sub=category&amp;amp;cat=14"&gt;L1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nex.com.sg/index.php?section=whats-in-store&amp;amp;sub=category&amp;amp;cat=15"&gt;L2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nex.com.sg/index.php?section=whats-in-store&amp;amp;sub=category&amp;amp;cat=16"&gt;L3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nex.com.sg/index.php?section=whats-in-store&amp;amp;sub=category&amp;amp;cat=17"&gt;L4&lt;/a&gt;) and it blew me away man. FOOD!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; SO MUCH FOOD!! There are exactly 99 eating outlets and you did not hear me wrong - 99. So even if I was not interested in the remaining 200+ stalls there, food was a compelling enough reason. Even the crowd was not going to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was where I first stepped into &lt;a href="http://www.freshnessburger.co.jp/"&gt;Freshness Burger&lt;/a&gt;. The outlet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NEX&lt;/span&gt; was its first and at this moment only outlet in Singapore. I only found out it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; food chain after I googled it when I got home. I felt robbed when I had to pay 11 for a burger meal (maybe it was wrong have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MacDonald's&lt;/span&gt; burger meals as anchor prices), so I had to check it out. It was there where I saw Tofu Burger (see picture below). Yea, I am serious Tofu Burger. I thought to myself, is it going to go out of shape after the first bite. It did not. It is not burger manna, but it tasted decent. If you like to eat burgers and eat healthy at the same time, try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TRaf_0wPOOI/AAAAAAAADRM/siG-GukjNmE/s1600/tofu%2Bburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TRaf_0wPOOI/AAAAAAAADRM/siG-GukjNmE/s320/tofu%2Bburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554803109249628386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "tofu burger"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NEX&lt;/span&gt; is just too crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5439614362753461392?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5439614362753461392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5439614362753461392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5439614362753461392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5439614362753461392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/tofu-burger.html' title='tofu burger'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TRaf_0wPOOI/AAAAAAAADRM/siG-GukjNmE/s72-c/tofu%2Bburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1997051991738042649</id><published>2010-12-25T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:17:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were not exactly what I had expected as Christmas presents. But truthfully, they are starting to glow on me now. Simple gifts are more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will let them sit beside my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1997051991738042649?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1997051991738042649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1997051991738042649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1997051991738042649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1997051991738042649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/chickens.html' title='chickens'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5862895121456858236</id><published>2010-12-25T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:19:51.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hosted on the patio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The gem of a restaurant is hidden in the midst of empty office buildings. The empty car parks and a semi obstructed view of AYE was the last place I would expect to find restaurant with al fresco dining. The off city location gave Hosted the luxury of space. There was no need to squeeze as many tables into the restaurants as possible to cover the rent. The indoor dining deco was clean, white, spacious and simple; almost Ikea style. The al fresco dining area was furnished with comfortable sofas and wooden wine barrels. It almost felt like home. The lead singer of the live band set the mood for people who wants to enjoy the surroundings and indulge in music. She belted out numbers in her wholesome voice, while entertaining dedications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was served at comfortable intervals as I was able to talk and dine for an enjoyable 3hrs. The 5 course dinner was like a trip back to Europe. Their "Italian Aborio Rice Simmered with array of Seafood and Spicy Chorizo in a Light Saffron Tomato Broth" has an uncanny similarity to Spanish paella. I enjoyed every one of the dishes served so much I ate them in small morsels, savouring every bite and hoping to make the meal last as long as possible. The other dishes on the menu "Caramelized Onion in Beef Broth with Parmesan Toast", "Vodka and Sea Salt Cured Black Cod on Pickled Japanese Cucumber, Wasabi Foam and Tobiko Roe", "Lightly Poached in Red Wine and Pan Fried Grass Fed Sirloin on Braised Root Vegetables", "Slow Roasted Turkey Breast on Chestnut, Mushroom and Apricot Stuffing and Cranberry Glaze" and "Medallions of Soft Sponge Rolled with Mixed Dried Fruits and Glazed in Bitter Chocolate served with Orange Cream and Summer Berries" were equally delicious. If i were in Italy, I would have done the hand gesture for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magnifico&lt;/span&gt;. Rolled my right hand into an OK sign, kissed my thumb and index finger and send the "muack" to the rest of the world with a outflick of the wrist. semplicemente delizioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[disclaimer: you might not feel the same way. I was in extremely good mood. so every thing's good]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hosted. I will give three thumbs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5862895121456858236?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5862895121456858236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5862895121456858236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5862895121456858236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5862895121456858236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/hosted-on-patio.html' title='hosted on the patio'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3077538144488055652</id><published>2010-12-25T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:04:49.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry x'mas</title><content type='html'>i guess tonight went well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3077538144488055652?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3077538144488055652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3077538144488055652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3077538144488055652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3077538144488055652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas.html' title='merry x&apos;mas'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8636721571599197681</id><published>2010-12-24T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:11:02.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high tech vs low tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4oB28ksiIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4oB28ksiIo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hacking :O"-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought it was a pretty fun clip to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-8636721571599197681?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8636721571599197681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8636721571599197681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8636721571599197681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8636721571599197681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/high-tech-vs-low-tech.html' title='high tech vs low tech'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1807311984264652005</id><published>2010-12-24T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:23:33.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let Google show you how to spread some X'mas cheer around. Google voice allows you to send a personalize call from Santa using &lt;a href="http://sendacallfromsanta.com/"&gt;sendacallfromsanta&lt;/a&gt;. I have tried it, but none of my friends bother to reply to it. So I guess it is not impactful enough. Sorry guys, this year there will be no x'mas cards. I am running tight on budget due to cash outflow to my two left feet. No love lost I hope. (: If you are waiting for Santa to drop by, you can follow him on &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html"&gt;NORAD Santa Tracker&lt;/a&gt;. If you and I remembered correctly, this same tracker showed that he DID NOT drop by Singapore last year. Let's hope he make it up to us this year. Btw, the countdown on the website does not follow Singapore's time. At the time this post is written the countdown is 13hr 40min. So if you are in Singapore please tune in earlier tomorrow to track Santa. So if he makes Singapore his first stop then won't he be flying in our air space at 3pm in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be a good day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1807311984264652005?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1807311984264652005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1807311984264652005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1807311984264652005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1807311984264652005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-cheer.html' title='x&apos;mas cheer'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7565533925255354397</id><published>2010-12-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:40:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game makers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TRMnCPxL5LI/AAAAAAAADRA/KnQJlY0vG8w/s1600/sadbuttrue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TRMnCPxL5LI/AAAAAAAADRA/KnQJlY0vG8w/s400/sadbuttrue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553825685024007346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"huh.."-cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why am i not surprised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7565533925255354397?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7565533925255354397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7565533925255354397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7565533925255354397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7565533925255354397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/game-makers.html' title='game makers..'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TRMnCPxL5LI/AAAAAAAADRA/KnQJlY0vG8w/s72-c/sadbuttrue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2747436177743328134</id><published>2010-12-23T07:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:39:41.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why does a hedge fund ask for my national service role, position and status?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7014549176114042902-2747436177743328134?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2747436177743328134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2747436177743328134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2747436177743328134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2747436177743328134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5487545176134579046</id><published>2010-12-22T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:16:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tailgate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I maintained a distance of approximately thirty meters from him. We were running against the traffic and the headlights of the on coming traffic was causing red flares to form in my eyes. I blinked to readjust my eyes to the darker surroundings instead of the glaring headlights. He was running at a pace that I could keep up with comfortably - my "talking" speed. This tailing him continued for a good 8 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly in front of us, a bus stopped and a throngs of aunties alighted. I lost him in the crowd of people. When the crowd has dispersed, I have lost him. I scanned the surroundings and he was out of sight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cladded&lt;/span&gt; in a bright yellow vest, he should not be hard to spot in the dark. He simply disappeared. I soldiered on without him until I reached an isolated stretch near the foot of Mt. Faber. I felt like there were eyes on me and I turned back. There he was pounding the leaves behind me. How long has he been there? Where did he come from? Why isn't he overtaking me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my pace until I reached back home. There I caught a clearer look of his face. He's the guy from the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo neighbour. next time say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5487545176134579046?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5487545176134579046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5487545176134579046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5487545176134579046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5487545176134579046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/tailgate.html' title='tailgate'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4239481728118211226</id><published>2010-12-22T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:47:32.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I am a news junkie. I can just sit in front of my laptop and read the next news feed from my e-reader for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not the forget the TED videos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4239481728118211226?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4239481728118211226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4239481728118211226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4239481728118211226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4239481728118211226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/read.html' title='read'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6734114787898731751</id><published>2010-12-22T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:22:49.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Running is like a drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have always thought that running clears out all the trash that accumulates in your brain; inviting you to stay in a house of nirvana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was wrong. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brain makes use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neurofeedback&lt;/span&gt; to channel its attention towards the most immediate and acute source of pain (the discomfort of running). So what running actually does is to dump a bigger load of trash (pain) into your backyard, deceiving your brain and making you forget momentarily the smaller pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there a better way to manage pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at least I got the impression after reading &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/14/magazine/14pain.html?pagewanted=print"&gt;My Pain, My Brain on NY Times&lt;/a&gt;. Now I know there is actually a pain modulation circuit. I will not summarize the whole text here. But I will include some of the author's revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The basis: The pain-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;modulatory&lt;/span&gt; system is triggered by belief. The brain will shut down pain if it believes it has been given pain relief, even when it hasn't (the placebo effect), and it will augment pain if it believes you are being hurt, even if you aren't (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nocebo&lt;/span&gt; effect).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The methodology. During my next Decrease Pain interval, instead of trying to picture a vacation, I imagined myself as a martyr, lucidly reciting &lt;em&gt;Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death&lt;/em&gt; while being burned at the stake. The pain remained quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel that sensation, but tell yourself that it is just a completely harmless, short-term tactile sensation.&lt;/em&gt; Pilgrims and devotees all around the world choose to inflict pain upon themselves during sacred rites — from being nailed to crosses to dangling from hooks. For them, pain is an occasion for euphoria, not dysphoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The rationale: This points shows that with training, pain can be controlled and regulated. "I believe the technique may make lasting changes because the brain is a machine designed to learn," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deCharms&lt;/span&gt; says. The brain is soft-wired (plastic) rather than hard-wired: whenever you learn something new, new neural connections are believed to form and old, unused ones to wither away. (Researchers refer to this as activity-dependent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neuroplasticity&lt;/span&gt;.) In other words, if you actively engage a certain brain region, you can alter it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. The Result: The results of the scan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mackey&lt;/span&gt; showed me, revealed significant brain control. A week later, I was scanned again, this time in the offices of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Omneuron&lt;/span&gt;. I could feel that it was easier to control my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rACC&lt;/span&gt; with less reliance on elaborate fantasy; I was interacting more directly with my brain.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could not agree less. I was feeling angry lately, but no longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have learned to believe in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7014549176114042902-6734114787898731751?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6734114787898731751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6734114787898731751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6734114787898731751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6734114787898731751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/run_22.html' title='run'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5889565691489200306</id><published>2010-12-22T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:13:59.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"maybe I'm just anal-ytical."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5889565691489200306?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5889565691489200306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5889565691489200306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5889565691489200306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5889565691489200306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote_22.html' title='quote'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2734404242094560979</id><published>2010-12-21T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:05:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peak hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Running at slightly past 8am is a bad idea. The number of cars and container trucks zipping around the bend downhill past you at &gt;70km per hour during peak hour makes me worried that I would be sucked in by their drift if I were any lighter. That aside. You cannot help but take deep breathes when you run; sucking in a considerable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of exhaust smoke emitted by the hundreds of vehicles on the road. The distance covered today was not impressive, but at least it was further that the day before. I think if I keep up at this, I am going to be ready for the sun down race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need to wake up earlier. Perhaps at 7am to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2734404242094560979?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2734404242094560979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2734404242094560979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2734404242094560979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2734404242094560979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/peak-hour.html' title='peak hour'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7666318397279160894</id><published>2010-12-21T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:43:35.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;better sleep early tonight. Got to wake up early to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7666318397279160894?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7666318397279160894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7666318397279160894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7666318397279160894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7666318397279160894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/run_21.html' title='run'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7644695321960328210</id><published>2010-12-21T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:41:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call him Doug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With is bugged eyes, crocked snout and teeth, he is dubbed Britain's ugliest dog. I do not know why but I find him cute. I can totally imagine him in some cartoon or comic strips being bullied by some fat evil cats, like how Odie is often bullied by Garfield. His "fantastic loving temperament"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; probably balance the scale and he is blessed with terribly good luck. If you read about him on &lt;a href="http://dogs.icanhascheezburger.com/2010/12/17/funny-dog-pictures-britains-ugliest-dog/"&gt;icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt;, it is heartening to know that he found a good home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ-FNVtr8JI/AAAAAAAADQ4/o1UUevktZaA/s1600/ug-wm-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ-FNVtr8JI/AAAAAAAADQ4/o1UUevktZaA/s320/ug-wm-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552803329784672402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Doug."-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder if he can walk straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7644695321960328210?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7644695321960328210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7644695321960328210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7644695321960328210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7644695321960328210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/call-him-doug.html' title='call him Doug'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ-FNVtr8JI/AAAAAAAADQ4/o1UUevktZaA/s72-c/ug-wm-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-542554804550735794</id><published>2010-12-20T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:49:26.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the introduction of the new Google laptop, the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chromeos/pilot-program-cr48.html"&gt;CR-48 Chrome Notebook&lt;/a&gt;, I have a feeling that Google is planning to take over the world of Technology. At first there was only a Google search, then suddenly we have Gmail, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gtalk&lt;/span&gt;, Google translate, Google calender, Google Reader, Chrome, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chromeos/index.html"&gt;Chrome OS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/nexus/#"&gt;Nexus Android phone&lt;/a&gt; and etc. etc. From hardware to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soft wares&lt;/span&gt;, Google has a foot in every market pie. Thankfully, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is doing a good job of keeping them out on the war front of social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;media&lt;/span&gt;; permanently taking out &lt;a href="http://wave.google.com/about.html"&gt;Google Wave&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most distinctive mark about the Chrome notebook is that, there is NO CAPS BUTTON (caps pun intended). If you want to read more about the origination of the CAPS button, you can read it on &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2277926"&gt;Slate: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Google's&lt;/span&gt; Decision to abandon CAPS lock&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, it originated from typewriters as there was a need to elevate and lock the carriage to type in caps. Since most of us do not type in CAPS anyway and with the introduction of the SHIFT button, it has made the CAPS Lock button redundant to most consumer. Before I heard people from Banking Operations scream in distress, there are ways to go about typing in caps instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; holding the SHIFT button down with your pinkie; like for example configure your computer keyboard settings. So what is in place of the CAPS button now, is the super cool SEARCH button. See the magnifying glass below? I bet I am going to use it a lot, soon I might be hitting the SEARCH button as intuitively as hitting ENTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ6y8dY8ULI/AAAAAAAADQw/G_HV1csAOas/s1600/101216_TECH_searchKeyTN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ6y8dY8ULI/AAAAAAAADQw/G_HV1csAOas/s400/101216_TECH_searchKeyTN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552572142345539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"see! no caps!"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do we call users ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Googlers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Googlets&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Googlelites&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-542554804550735794?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/542554804550735794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=542554804550735794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/542554804550735794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/542554804550735794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/google-laptop.html' title='Google laptop'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ6y8dY8ULI/AAAAAAAADQw/G_HV1csAOas/s72-c/101216_TECH_searchKeyTN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3993222459337018279</id><published>2010-12-20T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:40:09.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning it was exceptionally hard to climb out of bed. I only remembered working out my legs yesterday, but my whole body's feeling sore. In the morning, there was the short 4km run. In the evening, there was the salsa double spin routine which worked out a relatively undeveloped part of the thigh muscle. The unequal muscular development on the left and right side of my body resulted a fine right spin and an unstable left spin. Practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait for ballet classes to start. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3993222459337018279?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3993222459337018279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3993222459337018279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3993222459337018279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3993222459337018279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/sore.html' title='sore'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-428988876899506109</id><published>2010-12-19T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:30:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With this cool new iphone apps, Word Lens, you no longer have to wonder about what the signboards says when you travel in non English speaking countries. It detects the word and does an automatic translation into English. It probably works the same way as Google Translate, but with the additional word recognition function. For all you iphone users out there, please download it and let me play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2OfQdYrHRs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2OfQdYrHRs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"introducing word lens"-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want an iphone too.&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/7014549176114042902-428988876899506109?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/428988876899506109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=428988876899506109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/428988876899506109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/428988876899506109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/word-lens.html' title='word lens'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1411325604074517879</id><published>2010-12-19T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:23:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heroism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever heard of the story 武松打虎 (Wu Song kills Tiger) from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_Margin"&gt;Water Margin&lt;/a&gt; (one of Chinese literature classics)? 1000 years from now, people might talk about the tale of 'Dragan the Shark Killer' in ancient Egypt in B.C. 2010. Yesterday, a killer shark was killed after a Serbian tourist jumped barehanded into the sea. He passed to his friend his only weapon, a bottle of beer, and jumped off the jumping board into the sea where the shark of lurking. He killed the beast with a single strike. But if you talk about heroism, there was really really none to speak of. The Serbian touist was in a drunken stupor when he leaped off the jumping board to do a high dive. The poor shark who was struck squarely on its head was no more than an unfortunate victim of killer litter. Well so if you need any story of heroism for posterity sake, we can exaggerate this one here. It helps that his name (Dragan Stevic) sounds like Dragon, so we can scream on the headlines &lt;dragan&gt;. Read more about it at &lt;a href="http://www.geekologie.com/2010/12/drunk_man_kills_shark_by_jumpi.php"&gt;geekologic&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://macedoniaonline.eu/content/view/17081/48/"&gt;macedonia online&lt;/a&gt;. You can check its authenticity yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dragan&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ1sWiKFEDI/AAAAAAAADQo/pO2o6D30TJQ/s1600/jaws-jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ1sWiKFEDI/AAAAAAAADQo/pO2o6D30TJQ/s400/jaws-jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552213049999691826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"the victim"-cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;dragan&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was wu song drunk too when the tiger was killed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dragan&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1411325604074517879?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1411325604074517879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1411325604074517879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1411325604074517879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1411325604074517879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/heroism.html' title='heroism'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQ1sWiKFEDI/AAAAAAAADQo/pO2o6D30TJQ/s72-c/jaws-jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2651095341306112540</id><published>2010-12-19T07:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T09:56:47.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up with so many angry things that I wanted to say, so I thought I should go for a run. Running is not made up of 1000 steps, it is a fluid motion. My body will relax and my mind will be still and focused. Running does two things to me mentally. First, it clears my head. Second, it instills composure and endurance. At the end of the run, all the angry words were all stamped not with a 忍, but with a 何必呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it does not contribute to betterment, it is better left unsaid x 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2651095341306112540?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2651095341306112540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2651095341306112540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2651095341306112540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2651095341306112540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4167093075083117351</id><published>2010-12-18T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:24:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plant vs zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After completing the game, I cannot help but want to play their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt; again (part of the chorus actually sounded like "I want it that way" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BSB&lt;/span&gt;). It's has been a pretty amusing 60 levels. It requires a bit of strategy, speed and coordination; I would still classify it as entertaining and mindless fun. It sure helped to kill many boring afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N1_0SUGlDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0N1_0SUGlDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "sunflower concert =.="-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a zombie on your lawn&lt;br /&gt;There’s a zombie on your lawn&lt;br /&gt;There’s a zombie on your lawn&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want zombies on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your type: tall, dark, and dead&lt;br /&gt;You want to bite all the petals off of my head&lt;br /&gt;And then eat the brains of&lt;br /&gt;the one who planted me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a sunflower but see&lt;br /&gt;me power an entire infantry&lt;br /&gt;You like the taste of brains&lt;br /&gt;we don’t like zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play football&lt;br /&gt;Road cones protect my head&lt;br /&gt;I have a screen-door shield&lt;br /&gt;We are the undead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time to reevaluate&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a lot of food on your plate&lt;br /&gt;Brains are quite rich in cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re dead so it doesn’t matter,&lt;br /&gt;Instead we’ll use this solar power&lt;br /&gt;to make a lawn defense at any hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the tricycle&lt;br /&gt;There’s butter on my head&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna eat your brains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There’s a zombie on your lawn (in Japanese: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uraniwa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; Zombies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.mybluedream.com/"&gt;Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shigihara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need 50 more sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4167093075083117351?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4167093075083117351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4167093075083117351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4167093075083117351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4167093075083117351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/plant-vs-zombie.html' title='plant vs zombie'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1592263685172887801</id><published>2010-12-18T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:54:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cured of HIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. If it is something this amazing, how come its not on the front cover of broadsheets yet? Read it on &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5713498/man-officially-cured-of-hiv"&gt;Gizmodo : Man Officially Cured of HIV&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's the odds of catching both HIV and leukemia at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1592263685172887801?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1592263685172887801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1592263685172887801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1592263685172887801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1592263685172887801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/cured-of-hiv.html' title='cured of HIV'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3024805619558304299</id><published>2010-12-18T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:43:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tacit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it does not create any betterment, it is best left unsaid.&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/7014549176114042902-3024805619558304299?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3024805619558304299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3024805619558304299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3024805619558304299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3024805619558304299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/tacit.html' title='tacit'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4738199054457240116</id><published>2010-12-17T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:26:39.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last min</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last minute arrangements, now I cannot go out for a ride.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4738199054457240116?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4738199054457240116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4738199054457240116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4738199054457240116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4738199054457240116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-min_17.html' title='last min'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2013519252695502134</id><published>2010-12-17T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:08:23.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"De·cem·ber [di-sem-ber] –noun: Less work, More parties."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ms Xie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2013519252695502134?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2013519252695502134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2013519252695502134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2013519252695502134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2013519252695502134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2891017577084405835</id><published>2010-12-17T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:06:25.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incriminatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would convene a private session for consult whenever I am in a dilemma. My friends playing the role of the independent jury and prosecutor and I would double up as both the plaintiff and the defendant (this sounds like I am lodging a complaint against myself..). The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;defendant is Benefit-of-e-Doubt who is 26 years old and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the plaintiff is Reason who 19yrs old (according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_reason_%28canon_law%29"&gt;canon law&lt;/a&gt;. hahaha pls excuse my sense of humor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendly prosecutor would challenge my objectivity, question for specifics and then we would bounce theories off each other. Though Reason have a pretty solid case for his working theory and the prosecutor would usually agree that the motivation and actions are consistent with the theory, Benefit-of-e-Doubt always wins over the jury and the verdict.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When reason lose, i can only try my best to reconcile with myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2891017577084405835?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2891017577084405835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2891017577084405835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2891017577084405835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2891017577084405835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/incriminatory.html' title='incriminatory'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6758090723926810035</id><published>2010-12-16T08:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T08:58:29.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmography 2010</title><content type='html'>Filmography 2010 is a montage of the movies in theaters for the year 2010. The 'seamless' editing smoothly combined the visuals, the music and the dialogues into one spectacular movie flashback experience. Let's see how many can you recognize. If you want to know the films used and how is it being done, hear it &lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/making-filmography-2010-gen-ip-interview/"&gt;straight from the creator at SlashFilm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 300px; width: 420px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4dEWOB6THE?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4dEWOB6THE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"if you want something you have got to fight for it."-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was the one phrase I picked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6758090723926810035?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6758090723926810035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6758090723926810035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6758090723926810035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6758090723926810035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/filmography-2010.html' title='Filmography 2010'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8853337910402718861</id><published>2010-12-15T08:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:17:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it gets tiring..&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/7014549176114042902-8853337910402718861?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8853337910402718861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8853337910402718861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8853337910402718861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8853337910402718861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/walls.html' title='walls'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4267095859565301454</id><published>2010-12-15T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:32:09.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 dev quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For future developers, here is a compilation of &lt;a href="http://www.junauza.com/2010/12/top-50-programming-quotes-of-all-time.html"&gt;50 programming quotes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TechSource&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You can go and read them all yourself, but I will highlight some of those I found more interesting. If you only have time for 3 quotes read 4, 5, 44 and 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. "Programming today is a race between &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;software&lt;/span&gt; engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the universe trying to build bigger and better idiots. So far, the universe is winning." - Rick Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. "Walking on water and developing software from a specification are easy if both are frozen." - Edward V Berard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. "I have always wished for my computer to be as easy to use as my telephone; my wish has come true because I can no longer figure out how to use my telephone." - Bjarne Stroustrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. “Considering the current sad state of our computer programs, software development is clearly still a black art, and cannot yet be called an engineering discipline.” - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. “You can’t have great software without a great team, and most software teams behave like dysfunctional families.” - Jim McCarthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. "PHP is a minor evil perpetrated and created by incompetent amateurs, whereas Perl is a great and insidious evil, perpetrated by skilled but perverted professionals." - Jon Ribbens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. "Programming is like kicking yourself in the face, sooner or later your nose will bleed." - Kyle Woodbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. "People think that computer science is the art of geniuses but the actual reality is the opposite, just many people doing things that build on each other, like a wall of mini stones." - Donald Knuth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. “To iterate is human, to recurse divine.” - L. Peter Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. "On two occasions I have been asked [by members of Parliament]: 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question." - Charles Babbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. “There are two ways of constructing a software design. One way is to make it so simple that there are obviously no deficiencies. And the other way is to make it so complicated that there are no obvious deficiencies.” - C.A.R. Hoare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot to mention, we can't count too. we need to write a program on Matlab to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4267095859565301454?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4267095859565301454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4267095859565301454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4267095859565301454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4267095859565301454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-dev-quotes.html' title='50 dev quotes'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6421192157860224482</id><published>2010-12-14T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:10:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With 2010 coming to an end, we can take a look at Singaporean top searches on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/press/zeitgeist2010/regions/sg.html"&gt;Google: Zeitgeist&lt;/a&gt;. The top people search is as follows 1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;justin&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;bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2. jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;geun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;katy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perry 5. lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yew 6. lady gaga 7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;miley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; swift 9. dawn yang 10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lambert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. From the number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;celebraties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on this list, it is clear that youngsters spend the most time on the web.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At number 2, does this make jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Singaporean of the year? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Singaporeans'&lt;/span&gt; lists came out surprising clean, same goes for Global and United States. I was expecting xxx to come out tops, but I was mistaken ( but they could have filtered that out too). The search that come closest to that was China's &lt;/span&gt;兽兽门..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, most of the things I searched for did not end up on this list. So I shall make a mental list of the stuffs I searched for. 1. straits times 2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;reuters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gothere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hungrygowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;efinancial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; careers 6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;JobsDB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 7. Job Street 8. POEMS 9. World Cup 2010 10. nus career center. Wrote this down from the top of my head, so this list might now be representative or accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but it kind of show what's on my mind now..&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/7014549176114042902-6421192157860224482?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6421192157860224482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6421192157860224482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6421192157860224482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6421192157860224482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/zeitgeist.html' title='Zeitgeist'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7835788878794852077</id><published>2010-12-14T08:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:41:02.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;a href="http://articles.cnn.com/2010-12-12/tech/wikileaks.rival_1_wikileaks-founder-julian-assange-svt?_s=PM:TECH"&gt;WikiLeaks rival plans Monday launch after internal split, founders say&lt;/a&gt;' - CNN Tech. So now there is a market for disclosure of secret information? So is it an oligopoly now. Watch out for the opening of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OpenLeak.org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7835788878794852077?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7835788878794852077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7835788878794852077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7835788878794852077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7835788878794852077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/market.html' title='market'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1114259090784647615</id><published>2010-12-14T07:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:18:56.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>splielng is irrleenvat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had read about this post from &lt;a href="http://www.ritholtz.com/blog/2010/12/brain-oddities-irrelevant-spelling/"&gt;the big picture&lt;/a&gt; a while back off another website. The picture below demonstrated the ability of the brain to decipher words that are spelled wrongly (as long as the first and last letters are kept). What they did not mention is that this works only when the jumbled-up words are placed in a sentence. If you have seen '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;splieling&lt;/span&gt;' being used alone, would you have guessed that it stood for 'spelling'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQa0CIo3XAI/AAAAAAAADQg/g9AUq18dfSU/s1600/spelling-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQa0CIo3XAI/AAAAAAAADQg/g9AUq18dfSU/s400/spelling-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550321539552336898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"try it."-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember making a lot of orthographic errors when I did up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; slides in french. With the exception of 1 or 2 misplaced letters, I was sure I got the rest of the word right. However, those smart people simply refused to recognize the word. To them, their language is their pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any misspelling is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abhorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1114259090784647615?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1114259090784647615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1114259090784647615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1114259090784647615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1114259090784647615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/splielng-is-irrleenvat.html' title='splielng is irrleenvat'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQa0CIo3XAI/AAAAAAAADQg/g9AUq18dfSU/s72-c/spelling-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6938352208357408367</id><published>2010-12-13T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:06:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>profile pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you facebook user would have noticed the &lt;a href="http://techcrunch.com/2010/12/05/new-facebook-profile/"&gt;new user profile layout&lt;/a&gt;. I have yet to change to the new layout as I still prefer the old one. &lt;a href="http://eu.techcrunch.com/2010/12/12/now-that-is-a-nice-profile-picture-like/"&gt;TechCrunch&lt;/a&gt; shows how with a little bit of creativity you can spruce up your profile page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQXgPpuuOZI/AAAAAAAADQY/1UJ5gMtNddo/s1600/oudin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQXgPpuuOZI/AAAAAAAADQY/1UJ5gMtNddo/s320/oudin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550088675308485010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"pretty cool huh."-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is an associate director. o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6938352208357408367?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6938352208357408367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6938352208357408367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6938352208357408367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6938352208357408367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/profile-pic.html' title='profile pic'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQXgPpuuOZI/AAAAAAAADQY/1UJ5gMtNddo/s72-c/oudin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7214075227081843859</id><published>2010-12-13T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:53:08.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see how do I go about this last leg of the graduate program. To file for graduation you have to first fulfill the minimum requirements (&lt;a href="http://www.ece.nus.edu.sg/students/meng-phd3.html"&gt;M.Eng Graduation Requirements&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take and pass at least 4 modules (non-English        modules), or its equivalent of 16 modular credits        (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCs&lt;/span&gt;). 1 of the 4 modules may be at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;4000 level. Others        are at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;5000/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;6000, or equivalent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obtain CAP ≥ 3.0 (average grade ≥B-), based on best 4 modules (or 16 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MCs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obtain grade S (Satisfactory) for  Graduate Seminars module (Attend at least 12 seminars during candidature, present at least 2 seminars on research carried out during candidature). To check your &lt;a href="http://www.ece.nus.edu.sg/students/postgrad/postgraduate/online.html"&gt;Graduate Seminar Module enquiry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pass the M.Eng thesis. Follow the &lt;a href="http://www.ece.nus.edu.sg/students/meng-phd7.html"&gt;procedure for Thesis submission&lt;/a&gt;.Once this is done, the registrar will liaise with you for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obtain minimum grade C in the &lt;a href="http://www.ece.nus.edu.sg/students/meng-phd2.html"&gt;Graduate English Course&lt;/a&gt; (Intermediate Level).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No need to file for graduation on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any additional stuffs/ requirements will be updated later when I encounter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alright. let's do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7214075227081843859?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7214075227081843859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7214075227081843859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7214075227081843859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7214075227081843859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrap-up.html' title='wrap up'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2135139733530078398</id><published>2010-12-12T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:46:35.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfortable among books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was an early morning on Sunday. The library was quiet and there were few people in the library. Even though, I had a book in my hand, I was not there to read. Rather, I was looking for a quiet place where no one knew me and where there was no need to make small talks. That morning I woke up feeling amazing peaceful and at ease. Perhaps the science of diffusion applies to ambiance and mood too, the library's contained stillness felt like it was able to keep the peace in me for a very long time. It was an appropriate place to spend the morning. I was there for two hours, but I did not get past page 5 of the book. I was enjoying the moment. This moment I got from examining my life and future. My future is still mired in uncertainties, but it felt good to have more information and to know more things. Knowledge empowers and makes people comfortable as such. Having this revelation in the library, where knowledge is kept, does seems a little like living in a cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only I can smuggle a cup of coffee into the library, then, the moment would have been perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2135139733530078398?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2135139733530078398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2135139733530078398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2135139733530078398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2135139733530078398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/comfortable-among-books.html' title='comfortable among books'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5976807295458785438</id><published>2010-12-12T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T15:39:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I slept well last night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5976807295458785438?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5976807295458785438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5976807295458785438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5976807295458785438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5976807295458785438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-slept-well-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-413539429468946625</id><published>2010-12-12T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:49:54.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQSMbkYBmqI/AAAAAAAADQI/wHDS_yxjifA/s1600/tumblr_lbtlzfEux41qdvr7qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQSMbkYBmqI/AAAAAAAADQI/wHDS_yxjifA/s320/tumblr_lbtlzfEux41qdvr7qo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549715046076095138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"edible keyboard"-cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cute.&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/7014549176114042902-413539429468946625?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/413539429468946625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=413539429468946625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/413539429468946625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/413539429468946625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/waffles.html' title='waffles'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQSMbkYBmqI/AAAAAAAADQI/wHDS_yxjifA/s72-c/tumblr_lbtlzfEux41qdvr7qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5894228661696495755</id><published>2010-12-11T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:01:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My biological clock is one thing that I hope will screw up, but has never screwed up before. No matter what time I sleep, I will be awake before 8am the next day. How ironic it is to tell people I'm feeling tired now, right after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5894228661696495755?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5894228661696495755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5894228661696495755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5894228661696495755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5894228661696495755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning.html' title='morning'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1273259659258119865</id><published>2010-12-10T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:42:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all of you who have not decided what gift to get for your kids. Here is one piece of good advice "&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/prism-money/2010/12/03/skip-the-toys-the-case-for-giving-kids-stock/"&gt;Giving stocks to children can be a better gift than just toys&lt;/a&gt;". Though depending on what you buy, the gift will be a little on the steep side as oppose to a barbie doll or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;. But you have to take on the risk of sounding like a screw up dad. Imagine if I were to tell my kids, "No sweetie, the barbie doll will depreciate with time. So I have gotten you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ETF&lt;/span&gt; shares, you will learn to love the time value of money. (: " Might work. Because kids are much easier to cajole. But on Valentine, please do not ever try to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No honey, I didn't get you that diamond ring, I have gotten u some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ETF&lt;/span&gt; shares instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1273259659258119865?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1273259659258119865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1273259659258119865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1273259659258119865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1273259659258119865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-gift.html' title='x&apos;mas gift'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7277237898913626327</id><published>2010-12-09T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:56:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays, when I see a position that I am interested in, I would instinctively look out for the following phrases 'Exceptional candidates with different profiles and no relevant work experience will be considered' or 'less experienced candidates with exceptional academic records are also invited to apply'. Then I tell myself, "Maybe. Just maybe I might be the exceptional candidate." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bold assumption on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The HR, on the other hand, wants to make sure that good potential candidates do not fall through their net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Put two and two together it is to make sure that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; do not fall through their net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;odds are against me, but i prepared my CV and sent it out anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7277237898913626327?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7277237898913626327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7277237898913626327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7277237898913626327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7277237898913626327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/catch-all.html' title='catch all'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7205309673030728823</id><published>2010-12-09T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:06:24.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one cool thing a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Borrowed these from &lt;a href="http://www.onecoolthingaday.com/today/2010/12/8/still-life-totally-brilliant.html"&gt;One Cool Thing a Da&lt;/a&gt;y. Pretty amusing do I thought I will share them. No matter how many times I have seen the chicken and egg picture, I still liked it on the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbRr4enkI/AAAAAAAADQA/3ijE4T36KAQ/s1600/TerryBorder17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbRr4enkI/AAAAAAAADQA/3ijE4T36KAQ/s320/TerryBorder17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605469060144706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbQm-93XI/AAAAAAAADP4/4hoLB5V3UPM/s1600/TerryBorder14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbQm-93XI/AAAAAAAADP4/4hoLB5V3UPM/s320/TerryBorder14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605450565311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbQSED7CI/AAAAAAAADPw/wvduX9YIvu0/s1600/TerryBorder13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbQSED7CI/AAAAAAAADPw/wvduX9YIvu0/s320/TerryBorder13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605444949535778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbE73YhOI/AAAAAAAADPo/UXWzmd5A3LI/s1600/TerryBorder09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbE73YhOI/AAAAAAAADPo/UXWzmd5A3LI/s320/TerryBorder09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605250012218594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbEt9zFsI/AAAAAAAADPg/9gd3MQcgae8/s1600/TerryBorder08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbEt9zFsI/AAAAAAAADPg/9gd3MQcgae8/s320/TerryBorder08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605246281029314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbEH3nzxI/AAAAAAAADPY/s9DH-5C1Sco/s1600/TerryBorder07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbEH3nzxI/AAAAAAAADPY/s9DH-5C1Sco/s320/TerryBorder07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605236054576914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbEPCrmDI/AAAAAAAADPQ/wDoQF3BmxdA/s1600/TerryBorder03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbEPCrmDI/AAAAAAAADPQ/wDoQF3BmxdA/s320/TerryBorder03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605237980010546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbDipsDPI/AAAAAAAADPI/8Qlgvt83HRY/s1600/TerryBorder02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbDipsDPI/AAAAAAAADPI/8Qlgvt83HRY/s320/TerryBorder02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605226064022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7205309673030728823?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7205309673030728823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7205309673030728823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7205309673030728823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7205309673030728823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-cool-thing-day.html' title='one cool thing a day'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TQCbRr4enkI/AAAAAAAADQA/3ijE4T36KAQ/s72-c/TerryBorder17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3380980613284483233</id><published>2010-12-08T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:49:19.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x'mas comes early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always ask for books and this year is no exception. If gifts come with them a set of expectations for the receiver, then this book really sets the standards. During working hours, I shall command the latest state of the art high frequency technology. Then after office hours, I shall rule the kitchen and whip out a spread of culinary delights with the help of this "Golden Book of Cooking". I cannot even pronounce some of the dishes inside. How do you pronounce zucchini? I will definitely put this book to use and may ask to use one of your kitchens. So prepare your kitchen as I whip up a storm! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy, this sounds really bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP78WFQLjDI/AAAAAAAADPA/lHctRgYngJI/s1600/ImgFile.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP78WFQLjDI/AAAAAAAADPA/lHctRgYngJI/s400/ImgFile.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548149247264394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You will find more than 200 never-fail recipes for&lt;br /&gt;everything from sauces to desserts for all your favourite&lt;br /&gt;and classic dishes from around the world."-cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's see.. the desserts look easy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3380980613284483233?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3380980613284483233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3380980613284483233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3380980613284483233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3380980613284483233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-comes-early.html' title='x&apos;mas comes early'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP78WFQLjDI/AAAAAAAADPA/lHctRgYngJI/s72-c/ImgFile.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5771909155853150271</id><published>2010-12-08T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:17:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reviewer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is an extract of an email I got yesterday:-&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be grateful if you would kindly agree to act as a reviewer for this paper.  The abstract appears at the end of this letter, along with the names of the authors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I realise that our expert reviewers greatly contribute to the high standards of the Journal, and I thank you for your present and/or future participation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Thank you for evaluating this manuscript. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have joined the ranks of expert reviewers o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5771909155853150271?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5771909155853150271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5771909155853150271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5771909155853150271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5771909155853150271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/reviewer.html' title='reviewer'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3640192323385562930</id><published>2010-12-08T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:35:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philo jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Web surfing brought me to &lt;a href="http://bitsofwisdom.org/2010/12/05/dont-make-simple-things-complicated/"&gt;Bits of Wisdom&lt;/a&gt;. Sometimes the comments left by people are funnier than the original entries/ posts. Here's one example, but you have to read this original post to understand the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP7tI2INLJI/AAAAAAAADO4/8pkwggfELYU/s1600/imageswhat-chair.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP7tI2INLJI/AAAAAAAADO4/8pkwggfELYU/s400/imageswhat-chair.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132527191698578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Doesn’t anyone else get sick of these lame, false &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Platitude"&gt;platitudes&lt;/a&gt;?" - Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i don’t think so chris! sometimes you just need those lame platitudes!!!" - sally              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What false platitudes? - Bob              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bob, best recursive comment ever!!!!" - Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What recursive comment?"    - Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously, the 4th and 5th comments took the punch away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3640192323385562930?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3640192323385562930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3640192323385562930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3640192323385562930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3640192323385562930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/philo-jokes.html' title='philo jokes'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP7tI2INLJI/AAAAAAAADO4/8pkwggfELYU/s72-c/imageswhat-chair.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7435704668938892835</id><published>2010-12-07T09:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:03:22.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One cannot imagine how many dinners I have scheduled for today - 3. It is either everyone wants to spend Tuesday with me or everyone in my universe is free on Tuesday. So let's see how did it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored as I am now, I model this as a stochastic processes. We can use it to calculate the probability of social dinner clashing on the same day. Let's see how this goes. [Disclaimer: This is done in the name of fun. Appreciate my typing out of the equations and not try to rigorously examine the substance of it.]First, I think its reasonable to assume that the probability of being called for dinner follows a Non Homogeneous Poisson Process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2fcG7XmlI/AAAAAAAADOY/WyP0_AQBWKs/s1600/New%2BPicture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 41px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2fcG7XmlI/AAAAAAAADOY/WyP0_AQBWKs/s320/New%2BPicture.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547765621235096146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lambda is the rate parameter which is a function of time. Let's use an increasing exponential function to model it, since I tend to get called out for dinner more often over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2YyvKJtzI/AAAAAAAADOI/B5_GjidYhAI/s1600/cal2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 17px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2YyvKJtzI/AAAAAAAADOI/B5_GjidYhAI/s320/cal2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547758313410246450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2djhSdLUI/AAAAAAAADOQ/6_8eOSyp7LQ/s1600/cal3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 24px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2djhSdLUI/AAAAAAAADOQ/6_8eOSyp7LQ/s320/cal3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547763549547081026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To be more precise, we should actually account for festivities and exams. But for simplicity, let's assume each week is the same (i.e. I get the same number of calls for dinner during exam and during X'mas). Solving, probability of being called for Tuesday should be something like that:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2ge0TezAI/AAAAAAAADOg/6wcgqcGWG_I/s1600/New%2BPicture%2B%25281%2529.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 30px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2ge0TezAI/AAAAAAAADOg/6wcgqcGWG_I/s320/New%2BPicture%2B%25281%2529.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547766767287192578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I have arrived here, I do not see any purpose of doing all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To get reasonable estimates for A and alpha, I would need the historical data to find out the average number of calls for dinner I get on each day over the past few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I cannot estimate the probability now..zzz.. I seriously wonder if this is what researchers do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to cancel one and prepare to have dinner twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7435704668938892835?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7435704668938892835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7435704668938892835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7435704668938892835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7435704668938892835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/tuesday-with-me.html' title='tuesday with me'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TP2fcG7XmlI/AAAAAAAADOY/WyP0_AQBWKs/s72-c/New%2BPicture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3792775250211421831</id><published>2010-12-06T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:44:59.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last min</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't bought the gift for the x'mas exchange. It's not tomorrow night right? eh? eh.. eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3792775250211421831?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3792775250211421831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3792775250211421831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3792775250211421831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3792775250211421831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-min.html' title='last min'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2696471653643789604</id><published>2010-12-06T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:31:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>area cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TGIFriday's has this distinctive decor made up of organized clusters of everything old and American that accentuate their ambiance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 8 man hours of cleaning, my room spots similar piles of organized clusters of everything old and useless. Unfortunately, they give off totally different vibes as TGIF's, so my room's not as cool as I would like it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the clusters. Much as I would like to throw them out immediately before they accumulate, they are here to stay for a while. Area cleaning in my household follows the same kind of chain of command you see in public sectors. There are lots of bureaucratic red tapes and layers of approvals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upper echelons have thwarted several of my attempts to clear my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot just throw away item X just because they are useless and have not served any purpose for the past year. Trust me, it is easier to write a proposal to justify write downs of inventories or dispose fully depreciated assets in a company than to throw away a stationary holder in my house. If only I can get them on board with the idea of throwing away fully depreciated objects or things with neither resale value nor future economic value, things would be much easier. For now, I would have to keep jumping over these clusters until they can be canned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cleaning trivials: &gt; 50% of the pens I tested today do not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2696471653643789604?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2696471653643789604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2696471653643789604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2696471653643789604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2696471653643789604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/area-cleaning.html' title='area cleaning'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4653126946011323683</id><published>2010-12-06T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:19:33.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This has been in my head for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GOL7vw2PO8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GOL7vw2PO8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;飛輪海 - 繼續愛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4653126946011323683?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4653126946011323683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4653126946011323683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4653126946011323683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4653126946011323683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/found-it.html' title='found it'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2325745306416737007</id><published>2010-12-06T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:49:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta da</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a self declared black out period, I am back. The past week called for undivided attention towards studying. Now that I am free, I need to get my hands dirty. I shall first clean my room, sort out my mails, balance my accounts and throw away all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n'importe quoi&lt;/span&gt; stuffs in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah. don't you love the smell of freedom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2325745306416737007?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2325745306416737007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2325745306416737007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2325745306416737007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2325745306416737007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/ta-da.html' title='ta da'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1261395214314389516</id><published>2010-12-05T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:52:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch this space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1261395214314389516?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1261395214314389516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1261395214314389516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1261395214314389516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1261395214314389516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/watch-this-space.html' title=''/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8616425341312514486</id><published>2010-11-29T07:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:26:50.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not stupid, I can see what you want, but I am not sure if I read it right. For a while, I have been dragging my feet over this issue because I do not know what to do about it. Fear is a difficult element to handle. Unlike fire, you can never extinguish it permanently. Ignorance was easier to handle. Now I know what I want and I am sure about it. I will give you an answer once this week is over. I hope I get my answer too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L just try to not make it too hard for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[I hope I am not wrong about this. would be embarrassing if I am..]&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/7014549176114042902-8616425341312514486?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8616425341312514486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8616425341312514486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8616425341312514486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8616425341312514486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/resolve.html' title='resolve'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6468104128188930299</id><published>2010-11-28T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T07:56:00.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPEAFdZgKJI/AAAAAAAADN4/f9LLXAJnMmg/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPEAFdZgKJI/AAAAAAAADN4/f9LLXAJnMmg/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544212710060730514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"it's probably snowing in Paris now."-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i remember the first time i saw snow it was 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6468104128188930299?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6468104128188930299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6468104128188930299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6468104128188930299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6468104128188930299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-paris.html' title='missing Paris'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPEAFdZgKJI/AAAAAAAADN4/f9LLXAJnMmg/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-844555529062376592</id><published>2010-11-27T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:05:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember the last post &lt;a href="http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/google-vs-facebook.html"&gt;Google vs Facebook&lt;/a&gt;? Here's another post I saw today "&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/epicenter/2010/11/google-fears-facebook/"&gt;How Facebook could beat Google to win the Net&lt;/a&gt;". Read this and ask yourself if it is true, do you log in to Facebook just to 'like" something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems like the punters have their money on Facebook for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-844555529062376592?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/844555529062376592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=844555529062376592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/844555529062376592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/844555529062376592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-7708731382787976551</id><published>2010-11-27T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:55:25.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make life easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a pic that shows how you can make your life more difficult. While the chain may serve to make it harder for stranger to slip their hand through the door to open the door fast, it makes it harder for you to leave the house easily too. But do not worry, soon your muscle memory will kick in and you can solve the maze in seconds. When that happens, that's when you get a bigger/ more complicated maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPD6ipwuwNI/AAAAAAAADNo/SWvoDcV6abs/s1600/creative-door-chain-1-554x615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPD6ipwuwNI/AAAAAAAADNo/SWvoDcV6abs/s320/creative-door-chain-1-554x615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544206614525821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"door maze"-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While some people come up with inventions to make our life difficult, there are also  people who try to make our life easier. Remember how difficult it was to color within the lines. My pre nursery picture coloring book is nothing to be proud of either. So Toronto Zoo has come up with the perfect coloring book for toddlers who love to color animals (effortlessly). The 20 page coloring book allows kids to stretch their color creativity as they alternative between the 5 Crayons of snowball white, polar white, frost white, igloo white and the popular Arctic white. So is this 5 colors or 1? I would think its more like 5 shades of the same color. Kids no longer have to worry about coloring outside the lines anymore. They just have to make sure they use the polar white, and not igloo white, to color the polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPD9j_ZEo7I/AAAAAAAADNw/Xmh3K56X5vw/s1600/colouringbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPD9j_ZEo7I/AAAAAAAADNw/Xmh3K56X5vw/s320/colouringbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544209936046924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it's all white."-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think i like Polar white more than popular Arctic white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-7708731382787976551?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7708731382787976551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=7708731382787976551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7708731382787976551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/7708731382787976551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/door-chain.html' title='make life easy'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TPD6ipwuwNI/AAAAAAAADNo/SWvoDcV6abs/s72-c/creative-door-chain-1-554x615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5340740788040355295</id><published>2010-11-27T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:42:24.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the Straits Times' article,&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/World/Story/STIStory_607943.html"&gt; Woman now 'owns' the Sun&lt;/a&gt;, a document issued by the notary public declared Ms Angeles Duran as the owner of the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the sun (yes, the sun in our solar system) said "she now wants to slap a fee on everyone who uses the sun and give half of the proceeds to the Spanish government and 20 per cent to the nation's pension fund. She would dedicate another 10 per cent to research, another 10 per cent to ending world hunger - and would keep the remaining 10 per cent herself." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; and wow. Talk about an eye for investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then won't tropical countries have to pay more than temperate countries to use the sun now? o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5340740788040355295?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5340740788040355295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5340740788040355295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5340740788040355295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5340740788040355295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/investment.html' title='investment'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1550140998956937939</id><published>2010-11-26T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:44:24.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>profit taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Osim: Sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1550140998956937939?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1550140998956937939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1550140998956937939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1550140998956937939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1550140998956937939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/profit-taking.html' title='profit taking'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-4992901031505454774</id><published>2010-11-26T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:03:19.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The library was freezing and dry. The wet weather caused the temperature to drop further; the cold penetrating. The two mock papers I tried today were long and intense. Despite all these, the day ended surprisingly relaxed and enjoyable. It could be the tempo. It could be my improving ability to follow the beat. It could my company I had for the evening. It could be the people. It could be the possibility of finding another social life/interest outside work. It could be the stupid jokes during supper. It could be a lot of stuffs. Now I look forward to Thursday, it's like my secret other life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;All good things come together on Thursday.. and Sunday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally sums up my evening. It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSD4vsh1zDA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSD4vsh1zDA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-4992901031505454774?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4992901031505454774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=4992901031505454774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4992901031505454774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/4992901031505454774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-731526981767766931</id><published>2010-11-24T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:30:10.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 out of 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess i am easily compromised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-731526981767766931?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/731526981767766931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=731526981767766931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/731526981767766931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/731526981767766931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/ethics.html' title='ethics'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-1999558165609609303</id><published>2010-11-24T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:44:02.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of studying for my exams, I ended up reading &lt;a href="http://www.zacharyburt.com/"&gt;Zachary Burt's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's a pretty good read, especially the post on "what makes people click with each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i clicked with it immediately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-1999558165609609303?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1999558165609609303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=1999558165609609303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1999558165609609303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/1999558165609609303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/read.html' title='read'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5221308979621561588</id><published>2010-11-24T07:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:54:55.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>card</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came home one night and I saw a birthday card on my table. It's handwritten, home made and had kiddy stickers all over it. On it, it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; left:10px"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know there have been     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;          times when I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bugged&lt;/span&gt; you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;teased &lt;/span&gt;you and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;pestered   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;          you. But on this special     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;          day, I just want to let         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;          you know. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I PLAN          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;          TO CONTINUE! :D              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people are just looking for trouble. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thank you. It almost turned me into fuzzy, cuddly teddy bear.]&lt;br /&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/7014549176114042902-5221308979621561588?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5221308979621561588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5221308979621561588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5221308979621561588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5221308979621561588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/card.html' title='card'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-973399901541802504</id><published>2010-11-23T22:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:22:03.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not try to double guess, I do not to anticipate and I try to not correlate things and events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people have many layers and each layer comes with its own complexity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Truth is it's tiring to try to figure out people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like simplicity and I think its best that I try to stick to simplicity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-973399901541802504?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/973399901541802504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=973399901541802504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/973399901541802504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/973399901541802504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple-solution.html' title='a simple solution'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5394354068419149860</id><published>2010-11-22T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:52:59.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hour glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I chanced upon an unique design idea on &lt;a href="http://www.yankodesign.com/2010/11/18/sands-of-traffic-times/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yanko&lt;/span&gt; Design&lt;/a&gt;'s website. Among the other cool stuffs they have on their site, I found this one particularly amusing. If you ask me how this is going to be any different from the ones we use in Singapore; those with the numerical countdown. This is actually not an improvement. It is just cooler to look at LED sands dropping through the hour glass's waist than watch the numbers flip from 20 to 1. If Singapore adopts this, they will have to change the signs and symbols in the highway codes for basic theory test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPh78moeI/AAAAAAAADNg/4RpGMjNVTZg/s1600/sandglass_signal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPh78moeI/AAAAAAAADNg/4RpGMjNVTZg/s320/sandglass_signal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542400104623153634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"LED hour glass."-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPhMUMRjI/AAAAAAAADNY/IIeEc-on3Mo/s1600/sandglass_signal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPhMUMRjI/AAAAAAAADNY/IIeEc-on3Mo/s320/sandglass_signal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542400091837187634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"green. amber. red."-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPggxYekI/AAAAAAAADNQ/_GKgjF8KOZ4/s1600/sandglass_signal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPggxYekI/AAAAAAAADNQ/_GKgjF8KOZ4/s320/sandglass_signal3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542400080148462146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"intuitive. its main selling point."-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe we should change the green and red man too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5394354068419149860?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5394354068419149860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5394354068419149860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5394354068419149860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5394354068419149860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/hour-glass.html' title='hour glass'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqPh78moeI/AAAAAAAADNg/4RpGMjNVTZg/s72-c/sandglass_signal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5430575040605442707</id><published>2010-11-22T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:35:21.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wonder if it is really possible to do a triple chin smile like the text icons :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt; ? This pic shows that it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqM2n_WgJI/AAAAAAAADNI/E7cIxnnfL74/s1600/baby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqM2n_WgJI/AAAAAAAADNI/E7cIxnnfL74/s320/baby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542397161508339858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"yip!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't tell if the baby is smiling or frightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5430575040605442707?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5430575040605442707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5430575040605442707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5430575040605442707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5430575040605442707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby.html' title='baby'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOqM2n_WgJI/AAAAAAAADNI/E7cIxnnfL74/s72-c/baby.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6402193423883068277</id><published>2010-11-22T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:47:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up this morning and I was radiating with joy. Now I have to got eat my birthday cake for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Monday morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6402193423883068277?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6402193423883068277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6402193423883068277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6402193423883068277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6402193423883068277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6590612546796048086</id><published>2010-11-22T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:44:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks you all for all the well wishes. I had a really great time throughout the whole week. Stuffing myself silly with food, jokes and stories. Yesterday, in particular, was good and it almost felt special. I won't describe what happen throughout my week. Happiness cannot be put down into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merci beaucoup a tous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6590612546796048086?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6590612546796048086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6590612546796048086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6590612546796048086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6590612546796048086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/nov-21.html' title='Nov 21'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-2524957760959753314</id><published>2010-11-21T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:09:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been a long time since I stepped into a race expo. It feels good. It's like walking into a place where everyone shares the same interest and conviction. We love running and we want to be runners. It's too bad I have to give SC race a miss due to other commitments. But I have already signed up for Sundown Half Marathon next May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i should seriously start training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-2524957760959753314?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2524957760959753314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=2524957760959753314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2524957760959753314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/2524957760959753314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/race.html' title='race'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5093063817366739509</id><published>2010-11-21T07:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:05:17.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahjong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Net Loss: $5.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never sit upstream of aa, because you will spend most of the time guarding her tiles instead of playing your own game. Never sit downstream of aa, because she is not going to feed you anything. It safest to sit ACROSS aa, where she can do the least damage. Better still, DO NOT even sit at the same table as her. I witnessed how dangerous she can get at the mahjong table yesterday when mercilessly she hit me twice with a 5 fold combo (I am a still considered a quasi debutant, btw). Without flinching. Anyone who had watched her play few rounds will wonder if she is lady luck's BFF. How often can you open up your tiles and see that two third of your tiles are from the same suite? And then, there is hj - the silent femme fatale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was lucky to get away with not too heavy losses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5093063817366739509?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5093063817366739509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5093063817366739509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5093063817366739509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5093063817366739509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/mahjong.html' title='mahjong'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-360120621716552037</id><published>2010-11-20T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:02:48.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>race pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crap. better sleep now. if not I cannot wake up early enough to collect my race pack. there's long day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you guys have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-360120621716552037?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/360120621716552037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=360120621716552037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/360120621716552037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/360120621716552037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/race-pack.html' title='race pack'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3113443747066517637</id><published>2010-11-20T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:55:03.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing is not really my kind of activity, but I obliged when I was asked to belt out a number or two. Despite the fact that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgot some parts of the song's melody, missed a few beats, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;could not pronounce some of the Chinese characters, could not read the texts fast enough, did not articulate properly and was not able to hit some of the higher notes, my friends claimed that I am actually not too bad a singer. It was the first time they hear me sing, so I guessed they were really polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did any of you know that there is a Party World KTV at Vivocity. o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3113443747066517637?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3113443747066517637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3113443747066517637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3113443747066517637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3113443747066517637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/sing.html' title='sing'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6716163432805090144</id><published>2010-11-19T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:44:08.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is motivating me to study? I am not sure. Maybe I care about my future. Maybe it's because i am looking forward to this evening's dinner. Maybe it's the exam dates that are closing in. Maybe it's the feel good from yesterday's dance. Maybe it's from looking forward to the weekends. Maybe it is generated from my individual will power. I have no clear idea. But I know, right this moment, I am motivated to study. When it comes to mugging, I know I am as good at it as anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm up and off to school! work work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6716163432805090144?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6716163432805090144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6716163432805090144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6716163432805090144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6716163432805090144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/motivation.html' title='motivation'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5707282638973130095</id><published>2010-11-19T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:47:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I got the call for interview! I have always preferred working in a news and media company above banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5707282638973130095?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5707282638973130095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5707282638973130095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5707282638973130095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5707282638973130095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/b-company.html' title='B Company'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5235984815482638878</id><published>2010-11-17T08:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:40:16.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sambal ikan bilis pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want spicy ikan bilis pizza.&lt;/span&gt;" I could not believe my eyes when I saw this message. You have to be pulling my leg. I have heard of Hawaiian pizza, Margarita, Seafood and even Duck pizza, but ikan bilis pizza? It's quite a stretch you know. Seriously, who would put sambal, cheese, cucumber and ikan bilis together to form a pizza? I really cannot imagine how cheesy and spicy and ikan can go together. But it does exist on a menu (see below). Urgh. It felt like someone know my dietary weaknesses and decided to put them all together into one special pizza combo. Don't sweat for me man, I am adventurous enough to try it; even if I have to drink 100 cups of water to remove the spiciness and drown all the ikan bilis (heh^^) afterwards. Maybe it might even appeal to my taste buds, after all this pizza has 'Singaporean' screaming all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOMezWFGpVI/AAAAAAAADNA/QMoIB0dtWt0/s1600/pizza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOMezWFGpVI/AAAAAAAADNA/QMoIB0dtWt0/s400/pizza.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540305834044990802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't wait for your Shepard pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5235984815482638878?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5235984815482638878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5235984815482638878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5235984815482638878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5235984815482638878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/sambal-ikan-bilis-pizza.html' title='sambal ikan bilis pizza'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TOMezWFGpVI/AAAAAAAADNA/QMoIB0dtWt0/s72-c/pizza.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5185915813719385642</id><published>2010-11-16T08:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:08:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sky was dark and we were walking along a relatively deserted stretch of road. With the occasional car, the pulse of the traffic was probably beating at below metabolic baseline. It was tranquil; peaceful. Suddenly, maybe it was a flash or a blinking light, something caught her eye. Reflexively, she lunged herself onto the road and shouted, "Hurry! Cross the road!" I caught the urgency in the voice and made a quick sweep of the T junction. There was only a car slowing to a stop at the red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was there? Did I missed something? Was there an incoming car? Was she worried for my safety? Was the bus we were trying to catch arriving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hurry!"&lt;/span&gt;, she insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat. I glanced at her; she has already cleared the road. I held my breath and made the split second decision to dash across the nearly empty road. Once I was by her side, while gasping for air, I asked with concern, "what happened?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;Happy that we had made it across on time, she chirped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.."the pedestrian crossing. the green man was blinking already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5185915813719385642?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5185915813719385642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5185915813719385642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5185915813719385642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5185915813719385642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/danger.html' title='the danger'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-5703438225466365735</id><published>2010-11-16T07:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:55:32.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>potluck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I am not allowed to order pizzas on Saturday o.O ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-5703438225466365735?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5703438225466365735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=5703438225466365735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5703438225466365735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/5703438225466365735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/potluck.html' title='potluck'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-6297880747303351870</id><published>2010-11-15T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:04:04.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mon morn'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today felt like it's going to be a great day! Good Monday morning! Monday blues are for people who have to work on Monday. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not me! (and does the Italian 'take that' sign) =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-6297880747303351870?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6297880747303351870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=6297880747303351870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6297880747303351870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/6297880747303351870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/mon-morn.html' title='mon morn&apos;'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3706625336269084634</id><published>2010-11-14T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:54:16.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all in the hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have been to Italy, I bet you would have noticed this. Italians speak with their hands, just like how Indians speak with their heads. At least this reference pic is more useful that what my Italian friend taught me. Most important word she said is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonjourno&lt;/span&gt;. Second, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cagna&lt;/span&gt;. Third, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; hand sign. (refer to first picture below). Haha you will notice that most of them are unfriendly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9MwBlUZGI/AAAAAAAADMo/dvSCfAzfTAM/s1600/italiangestures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9MwBlUZGI/AAAAAAAADMo/dvSCfAzfTAM/s400/italiangestures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539230454631392354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9MwSwIKjI/AAAAAAAADMw/M7KvK3HhGMo/s1600/italiangestures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9MwSwIKjI/AAAAAAAADMw/M7KvK3HhGMo/s400/italiangestures2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539230459240131122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9Mwl5uccI/AAAAAAAADM4/0BEh8xj_fzI/s1600/italiangestures3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9Mwl5uccI/AAAAAAAADM4/0BEh8xj_fzI/s400/italiangestures3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539230464380662210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my most important phase, "uno cono due gustos del gelato"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3706625336269084634?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3706625336269084634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3706625336269084634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3706625336269084634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3706625336269084634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-all-in-hands.html' title='it&apos;s all in the hands'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9MwBlUZGI/AAAAAAAADMo/dvSCfAzfTAM/s72-c/italiangestures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3661079358855876315</id><published>2010-11-14T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:40:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9L9KqpJvI/AAAAAAAADMg/F1l6kzhSysc/s1600/facebook-hungary.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9L9KqpJvI/AAAAAAAADMg/F1l6kzhSysc/s400/facebook-hungary.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539229580896315122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like funny people&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/7014549176114042902-3661079358855876315?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3661079358855876315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3661079358855876315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3661079358855876315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3661079358855876315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook-humor.html' title='facebook humor'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9L9KqpJvI/AAAAAAAADMg/F1l6kzhSysc/s72-c/facebook-hungary.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-3245382476180512956</id><published>2010-11-14T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:57:49.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mugging whole day alone in the library for a week can seriously impede your ability to communicate effectively with people. Without Internet, without anyone to talk to and without and noise in the library, it's beginning to feel a bit like solidarity confinement. Boredom and brain overcapacity is a deadly combination. Your brain urges you to find alternative entertainment to studying, but there is simply nothing else you can do without Internet in the library. Right then, I felt a need. A need to have someone with an evil witty sense of humor in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha guess what. The first person I thought of was myself years back. As far as possible I try not to revert back into that arrogant sarcastic character. It was not even an option anyway. I don't like the idea of talking to myself and answering myself back. Next, I thought of Gregory House. So that's when I dropped all my studying and headed home to re-watch Season 1. I need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; fulfill my need to balance my life with a bit of witty dark humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His mantras, it's all coming back to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9A30DiHtI/AAAAAAAADMQ/C8DVXjB5vqE/s1600/notlupus.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9A30DiHtI/AAAAAAAADMQ/C8DVXjB5vqE/s320/notlupus.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539217394299444946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It's never lupus."-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9A3rvmx3I/AAAAAAAADMI/zI0F4RG6rbk/s1600/drhouse-everybodylies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9A3rvmx3I/AAAAAAAADMI/zI0F4RG6rbk/s320/drhouse-everybodylies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539217392068380530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Or it could be Korsakoff's syndrome spelt with a C"-cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my entertainment. my guilty pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-3245382476180512956?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3245382476180512956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=3245382476180512956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3245382476180512956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/3245382476180512956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbp599veJkQ/TN9A30DiHtI/AAAAAAAADMQ/C8DVXjB5vqE/s72-c/notlupus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-8070985123929149896</id><published>2010-11-13T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:17:25.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google vs Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why, but I am getting all excited over this. &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6AC07N20101113"&gt;Google vs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bookmakers get ready your odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-8070985123929149896?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8070985123929149896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=8070985123929149896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8070985123929149896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/8070985123929149896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/google-vs-facebook.html' title='Google vs Facebook'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014549176114042902.post-420062639363765798</id><published>2010-11-13T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:56:47.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookridden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess 150 pages is as much as my brain can read for one day. Beyond which, all the words just float around the page like in an alphabet soup. God forbids as I try to persevere further. At the 152 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; page, all the floating words lose their form and elongate into squiggly lines before dispersing into a blank page. My eyes took in this information and mind quickly follow suite and turned into an equivalent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tabula&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;.. screw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IFRS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GAAP&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014549176114042902-420062639363765798?l=waitamoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/feeds/420062639363765798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014549176114042902&amp;postID=420062639363765798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/420062639363765798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014549176114042902/posts/default/420062639363765798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitamoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/bookridden.html' title='bookridden'/><author><name>cj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972730557593071313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
