<?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-3283613</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:13.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the sand</title><subtitle type='html'>Blah blah blah... blah blah blah... burp.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109892599021099188</id><published>2004-10-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:13:10.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many of you have manicures or pedicures?If u have to look down and check then obviously you're not conscientious enough!Kidding.Wellllllllllllllllllllllll................. over here.... EVERYONE (for the moment female) has one....Everyone.The receptionist (duh), kids on the street (double duh), the waitress (duh duh duh), the HOUSEKEEPERs.Everyone of them... perfect french </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109892599021099188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109892599021099188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109892599021099188' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109848575190793101</id><published>2004-10-22T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:55:51.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe....This is a post dedicated to the SPG (@#%&amp;*&amp;^(^?&gt;&lt;@!).If you don't know what that is, then don't worry about it.Those of you who know... well this is for you.Ever noticed how many gwilow are really friendly? (classic example - top of my head)They meet you in the middle of nowhere, say hi, ask u about your day, make small talk.... steal your wallet, stab or shoot you (in the not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109848575190793101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109848575190793101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109848575190793101' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109832547821044421</id><published>2004-10-20T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T19:24:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK.... I have finally spent almost 3 weeks here.... should be able to go home soon enough....All better, wife will be here in 2 weeks!Yeah!Have finally started churning out serious work instead of jus learning - which in my opinion could have been jus a bit more efficient.Lots of stuff to read.....  sigh... Well at least I like to read....Trying to be as frugal as possible over here..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109832547821044421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109832547821044421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109832547821044421' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109754148224516356</id><published>2004-10-11T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:38:02.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still stuck in the US.Anyhow, the first thing I would like to say is a BIG 'thankyou!' to Amy for all she's done over the last few days....My beautiful wife seems to have all things in order... Car is back online and spiffy again... fish are NOT dead yet.... this is a big deal in my absence.... And I'm sure the car is closer than ever to being moved into.....Here in boring old USA, all I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109754148224516356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109754148224516356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109754148224516356' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109710280039945855</id><published>2004-10-06T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:46:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK. Another revelation today.I have decided that it is all due and fair to take back some of my comments about my course.Frankly, and I just found this out today, some of the topics that the instructors have been trying to cover have not actually been matter that they are the most conversant / experts in.Given this understanding I suppose its unfair to expect them to know alot or be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109710280039945855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109710280039945855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109710280039945855' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109701602679244470</id><published>2004-10-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:40:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK.Here I am all the way in the US for course.30 hours of travel u know.5 weeks away from home.And the course instructor that i've got seems to know less about the stuff then me.GREAT!You know wats even worse?He PRETENDS to know more.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109701602679244470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109701602679244470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109701602679244470' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-109686357831420211</id><published>2004-10-03T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:19:38.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, as usual, its been a while since my last post.Well, I've been busy.So some bright spark said we all have the same amount of time in a day so if someone else can find the time to get something done, so can you.Take it I move so slow that everything is moving relativistic to me.Bleah.So anyhow.... I'm in the US again!Will be here for 6 weeks... sigh....Well, for all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109686357831420211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/109686357831420211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109686357831420211' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-108557217275999044</id><published>2004-05-26T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T04:49:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--59.26 58.82 60.53 54.55--&gt;     INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test MUAHAHAHA!!!!I took that test after seeing my wife's results... =) She was:ESFJ - "Seller". Most sociable of all types. Nurturer of harmony. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/108557217275999044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/108557217275999044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108557217275999044' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107960275463756154</id><published>2004-03-18T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T01:41:38.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no escaping the colour of India.That's right, I said the colour - singular - of India...Brown.No matter the colours of the paint that they use, the clothes that they wear... India is brown...It defines the colour (though that doesn't make sense... in a sense) - dark brown, light brown, chocolate brown, sandy, shitty, whatever.... its brown...A world of brown... and its starting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107960275463756154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107960275463756154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107960275463756154' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107916415090883794</id><published>2004-03-12T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:51:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am sitting in an internet cafe in the middle of sunny, dusty, vibrant Cochin!I must say this cafe is top notch.Everything modern, 20+ IBM Pentium 4 stations for internet access and a cafe just outside... Aircon some more!!!!Not baddy at all...Once again an opportunity to log on and send my wife a flurry of internet messages!!!!I dance upon the Indian bridges, built by Indians, run by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107916415090883794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107916415090883794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107916415090883794' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107875069299982742</id><published>2004-03-08T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T05:00:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i haven't blogged for a bit and now i'm going to finally do so.And it's taken sailing 2000 miles to india to make it happen.=pI'm presently in the Business Centre (always wanted to use one!) of the Taj Malabar Hotel in Cochin India.Hello everyone! Greetings from India.And for those who have never been here, it's everything like the Bollywood movies. Poor, squalid, dirty, full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107875069299982742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107875069299982742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107875069299982742' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107427570798375751</id><published>2004-01-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T09:56:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh AND...Amy and bro from CDXP, stop using my guest book to exchange lovey dovey messages!It's MY guestbook!Get a room!Go to Amy's!Bleah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107427570798375751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107427570798375751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107427570798375751' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107427552382123356</id><published>2004-01-16T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T09:53:24.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year...17 days into it and already the new year has been filled with ups and downs... Exciting.But before anything else, i would first like to say that i think my wife has and is putting in alot of effort and carrying the larger burden of planning for our coming wedding...Thanks baby...With my schedule and course and all, things from the beginning already started to fall more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107427552382123356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107427552382123356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107427552382123356' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107262516567817705</id><published>2003-12-28T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T07:27:08.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and to the wonderful fellow who thought the model in the wedding gown is my fiancee - good show!Her response to that comment when it was related to her was, not to get upset (thank God), but "but she's indian! can't he tell?!"Anyhow, for the nice compliment from Mike, I'll make sure a picture - of the right woman - in the same theme follows once I get one.Might even get it in the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107262516567817705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107262516567817705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107262516567817705' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107262475725310518</id><published>2003-12-28T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T07:20:20.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too often, i think, we get taken for granted.I know the babe on my desktop never does - she gets my attention all the time - but she's likely the exception. Not that she can appreciate the attention anyway.When despite the constrains of the moment and the demands that the rest of the world places upon us, we go the extra mile to spend time and effort on someone, and yet have it taken for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107262475725310518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107262475725310518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107262475725310518' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107193504992346803</id><published>2003-12-20T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T07:45:04.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An enlightened friend just said to me..."If they're as thoughtless with their one-child policy as they have been for the past decade, you'll soon be asking your Chinese colleague about what he thinks about 50 million gay couples cos the next generation is going to be all men!"Absolutely brilliant! I laughed until I almost fell out of my chair. But definitely will not be following up with that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107193504992346803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107193504992346803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107193504992346803' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107141903874969373</id><published>2003-12-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T08:24:48.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Burning Rose: TheRapture."I go where my heart beckons me, and I gowith my head high.  But sometimes, I get a needuntil I bleed so my heart swims above myhead."The Burning Rose is associated with passion,intensity, and desire.  It is governed by thegod Eros and its sign is The Flame, or PhysicalLove.As a Burning Rose, you can get lost in the momentif you let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107141903874969373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107141903874969373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107141903874969373' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107141863162159670</id><published>2003-12-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T08:18:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose starting with the phrase "nobody's perfect" is a way of consoling myself.I am convinced that no one really is perfect. No issue with that. Wishing I was a bit closer to the ideal can't be helped however.I've recently found out that despite considerable efforts, I have yet to make significant progress in an area that has been a source of perennial difficulty for me.I must say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107141863162159670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107141863162159670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107141863162159670' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107107024218746865</id><published>2003-12-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T07:31:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and to make all our (the normal, wonderful people like me and you and me) lives even more painful, shallow petty people are also liars and backstabbers.However, a few I know also have a tendency to be ugly, fat, wrinkled, and of course, shallow, petty, selfish, and narrow - read frigid if u want too, so God is fair.Hmmph.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107107024218746865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107107024218746865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107107024218746865' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-107090035924602980</id><published>2003-12-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T08:20:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people are such pathetic souls.Shallow, selfish, petty and narrow that upon interacting with them you're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.Please do not take this comment out of context and think that I am a "cold, calculative bastard" who, for example, is saying such things about poor uneducated people or the handicapped.I would definitely be the bastard if I really meant these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107090035924602980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/107090035924602980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107090035924602980' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-106751650265596235</id><published>2003-10-30T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T04:21:33.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good friend of mine has brought up a [barely, eh shhhh thats a Left Hand Column thought!] valid point about what she reads as the parallel that I have drawn with LJ.Allow me to clarify with a few short phrases exactly why I [and everyone else aside from her] have had no reason to think that LJ actually could stand for Live Journal."Where the hell is your LJ??? Cos it's obviously not where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106751650265596235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106751650265596235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106751650265596235' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-106726537522665062</id><published>2003-10-27T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T06:36:14.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been asked to maintain a "Learning Journal" at work....For those of you who are die-hard regulars of this page, you'll know by now that my entries to this blog have been rare and far between... this even though I only piss in here.And now i have to maintain a LEARNING journal.And hand in the LJ some more.LJ lah (colloqial [spell check... spell check!!!] for some form of bird with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106726537522665062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106726537522665062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106726537522665062' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-106622504091741402</id><published>2003-10-15T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T06:37:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zoom zoom zoom....Fun.How many of you enjoyed that show?I certainly did... Oh yes, much enjoyment did I recieve from this movie.And yet I think many, and to a small extent even I, were disappointed with Reloaded.I for one felt that the writers weren't half as articulate as they could have been regarding the story and how all the pieces - the Oracle, the Architect, the One, the Prophecy,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106622504091741402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106622504091741402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106622504091741402' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-106562437465662351</id><published>2003-10-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T07:46:14.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. With this sentence I am literally thirty-three (45) characters into my first blog in about 5 months. This means that I'm by default a blogger once more.Yeah.First things first...I think by very conservative estimates, I have spent about $100 on my aquarium in the past 5 mths or so... I wish to qualify that this significant expenditure does NOT include expenses on maintenance of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106562437465662351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/106562437465662351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106562437465662351' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-94108273</id><published>2003-05-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T09:04:26.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's blog is really simple.... and its about fish...and its dedicated to all those lovers of my fishes out there...***i started keeping fish some 2 mths back...what got me started was my encounter with the Curvir's Bircher or some screwy name like that... in chinese it is simply, 9 Spine Dragon.... See, simple. wats this fuss about all these stupid scientific names - scientific only cos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/94108273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/94108273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94108273' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-90820167</id><published>2003-03-16T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T14:40:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've finally written something.And more significantly, BLOGGER actually published it.But only after 4 tries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/90820167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/90820167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90820167' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-90820119</id><published>2003-03-16T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T14:18:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm quite sick of this BLOGGER bullshit.I've just lost my entire blog becos the fuckin thing didn't publish.Its not going to silence me just becos of that.I have something to say. And I'm going to say it.I haven't posted for MONTHS.... and this is important enough for me such that I'm going to get it out even if I have to type the fuckin thing TWICE.Do you know wat a small person is?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/90820119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/90820119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90820119' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-84511786</id><published>2002-11-13T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T21:53:15.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought that this might have been something important to realise...In the process of studying for the module that I hate the most for this semester, Contemporary Issues in South East Asia, I chanced upon thinking about Communism and LKY.I would like to first point out that Western media, local education and media, our leaders, taxi drivers, and former Communists have done a superb job of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/84511786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/84511786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84511786' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-84061607</id><published>2002-11-05T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T07:01:53.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Princess Bride Character are You?this quiz was made by mysti</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/84061607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/84061607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84061607' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-83997638</id><published>2002-11-04T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T02:31:13.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Element Represents You? created by kefkafanatic @ mental insanity</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/83997638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/83997638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83997638' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-83454603</id><published>2002-10-24T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T05:16:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is going to be a rather flowery post.Bras are wonderful things.You heard me. I said bras are wonderrful things.Bras, you know... brasserie... or maybe not.I mean those things that females of our species often use to hide the fact that their nipples are hard. As well as other extremely important reasons such as the prevention of sagging, avoidance of discomfort for those designed with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/83454603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/83454603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83454603' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-83248364</id><published>2002-10-20T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T05:31:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In line with thinking and talking too much about an old movie, I would like to make some comments about The Matrix...I think The Matrix is a great movie. The story is pretty good, effects fantastic, Fishburne does an excellent job as Morpheus and even Keanu acts passably well.2 things strike me whenever I watch or think about the movie - First, "Free Your Mind."And second, some friends of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/83248364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/83248364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83248364' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-82959595</id><published>2002-10-14T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T04:30:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amy just pointed out that the Babe() Theory was not my original creation alone... Sorry I failed to point out that Keemin had a hand in it as well...----*We were walking around Taka with Amy and Keemin looking for a gift for my lady love. Inspiration stikes while we are both waiting for Anal Amy to come out of the jamban.*Me: You know I think there are like several stages that you can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82959595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82959595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82959595' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-82959594</id><published>2002-10-14T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T04:29:04.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amy just pointed out that the Babe() Theory was not my original creation alone... Sorry I failed to point out that Keemin had a hand in it as well...----*Whilst walking aroung Taka with Amy and Keemin looking for a gift for my lady love. At this particular point in our search we are both waiting for Anal Amy to come out of the jamban.*Me: You know I think there are like several stages that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82959594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82959594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82959594' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-82905165</id><published>2002-10-12T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T19:32:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, I think I haven't really explained this Babe() thingie...You see, I think that just like any other phenomenon in life, someone somewhere will tell you that relationships can be expressed in maths.I mean, these guys believe that mathematics is somehow a universal language and capable of describing every facet of empirical reality... just as long as you find the right formula.Well, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82905165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82905165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82905165' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-82797571</id><published>2002-10-10T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T09:35:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope you guys like my new template.... =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82797571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82797571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82797571' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-82790570</id><published>2002-10-10T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T06:50:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm seriously disappointed in the amount of blogging i've been doing.shucks.wish i had more time and inclinationt to write this stuff...anyhow.. i really think that keemin is at Babe(x) already.lucky guy...hey... i'm not complaining... i already discovered Babe(1)... how many of you guys are so lucky?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82790570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82790570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82790570' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-82775156</id><published>2002-10-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T21:10:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And my favourite track from the Movie soundtrack...DARE – Stan BushVerseSometimes when your hopes have all been shattered,There’s no where to turn,You wonder how you keep going~ going~~Think of all the things that really matter,And the chances you’ve earned,The fire in your heart is growing~ growing~~You can fly if you try leaving the past behind,Heaven only knows what you might find,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82775156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/82775156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82775156' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81723418</id><published>2002-09-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T05:08:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In line with my Transformers craze...My favourite Autobot!GRIMLOCK:   *Extracted from the description at the back of the toy packaging.*    ALLEGIANCE: AUTOBOT    FUNCTION: DINOBOT COMMANDER    "Among the winners, there is no room for the weak."    profile :       The most fearsome and powerful Dinobot. Although dedicated to the Autobot cause, resents authority. Cold and merciless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81723418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81723418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81723418' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81722803</id><published>2002-09-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T07:31:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and I am............................Way cool... Anal Girl thought I would be Mojo Jojo.............Even if I was, I wouldn't offer you my banana... Hehehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81722803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81722803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81722803' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81628033</id><published>2002-09-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T07:05:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The term break is over and I've actually managed to do more work than I expected... which is pretty good... unless of course you consider that I expected to do no work.During the break the Commencement ceremony for my batch of undergrads tooks place. I managed to attend my lady love's ceremony but missed out on most of my friends' ones... So sorry.Actually, I'm really glad I did not attend it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81628033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81628033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81628033' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81316144</id><published>2002-09-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T08:50:04.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A snippet from a newly discovered super site on my homeland...."That the Crimson Sunbird was voted to be Singapore's National Bird. The Sunbird beat 2 other birds, The Crow and The (Construction) Crane to become the most favoured choice. Also in the running was the Red-Haired Bluebird, what that lost due to its unfortunate Hokkien name."Ang Mo Lan Jiao.Way to go MrBrown....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81316144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81316144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81316144' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81315848</id><published>2002-09-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T08:39:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where has all the time gone?Never enough time for anything... Always something to rush for... Always something that you could or should be doing... Always something that you could have done...A malaise of modernity....Where has all the time gone?I mean, I want to be able to sleep all day everyday till I'm so sick of sleeping in I volunteer to wake up before sunrise....I want to take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81315848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81315848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81315848' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81145161</id><published>2002-09-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T09:29:59.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just watched the Movie.Wow.. to relive everything and all those good old childhood days dreaming about Transformers all over again...When you're a kid you make everything bigger and better (or worse) than it actually is.I must say that my memories of the movie were alot more fantastic than it actually is...But it was fantastic nonetheless...More of such stuff please... where have all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81145161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81145161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81145161' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-81095180</id><published>2002-09-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T09:27:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just managed to get my hands on a copy of the Transformers movie that I can watch!I'm so excited! I can't wait to watch it tomorrow with my girlfriend!!!! She's a fan too! We were both brought up and weaned on Transformers. I asked her if she would like to watch Ultraman with me too... she kinda gave me a sour look as if I'd asked her to sniff turd.Why...? Ultraman's cool too... right?Why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81095180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/81095180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81095180' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-80993815</id><published>2002-09-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T08:23:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About a month ago I ordered the "Transformers: The Movie [1986], Collector's Edition" DVD from Barnes and Nobles....Well after many delays and several heartstopping encounters with packages in the mail it finally arrived a week ago.But I still haven't watched it yet.Why?Cause I don't have a DVD player.So why on earth did I buy it then? Investment? Spend-thrift? Bored?I think its just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80993815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80993815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#80993815' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-80873578</id><published>2002-08-29T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T08:11:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anybody really believes that life is simple?Well modernists will tell you that in comparison to the traditional society of the past, modernity is very complex, but the future is always looking up.Postmodernists on the other hand agree that the present is complex, but share none of their counterparts optimism...I fancy myself as something of a postmodernist... the constant need to question, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80873578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80873578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80873578' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-80557776</id><published>2002-08-21T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T23:22:30.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm presently stressing myself out looking for a good topic to write my honours thesis on...After arriving in University (I use arriving cause people make it out to be something like a destination... once you're there, you're one big step closer to making it in out little elitist, capitalist red dot on the map), and looking back at the education experience that I had, I began to realise exactly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80557776' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-80382336</id><published>2002-08-17T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T23:06:24.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm told that with some skills, the development and progression one experiences at the elementary or foundational level is almost non-existent - not everything is as straightforward as sports... you swing/roll/kick/wat have you and if the result falls within certain optimal parameters you know your on the right track.Skills of life and love seem to fall into this rather depressing category.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80382336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80382336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80382336' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283613.post-80232527</id><published>2002-08-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T07:53:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80232527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283613/posts/default/80232527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotsandcoldfeet.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80232527' title=''/><author><name>Tjin-kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352316207928283415</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></entry></feed>
