<?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-6820395708312200557</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:33:04.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When U R Far Away</title><subtitle type='html'>That's when life begins; stop, fast-forward, stop, play. And Action.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-985489779952789924</id><published>2010-03-05T23:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:39:18.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>When we were young, we were always asked to write - "What do you want to become when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;I never really think much about it.... i answered.... doctor, lawyer, teacher.. all the common ones that our parents or teachers wanted us to be. All the commons one that we know of when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.main.nc.us/cartoons/Ihadadream.jpg" id="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:qaSLyA_RXCBwnM:http://www.main.nc.us/cartoons/Ihadadream.jpg" style="border: 1px solid ; margin: 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 295px; height: 365px;" alt="Vollbild anzeigen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i had a dream - I wanted to become an actress.&lt;br /&gt;No kidding... I am good in hosting show or dinner. In fact I was the MC for most of my friends' wedding. I am fast in responding and I act well. (at least that is what I think) :) But why didn't I pursue this "dream"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think.... The living is pushing you.. you just go-with-the-flow.. college, graduate... working... travel... and I have forgotten about my "dream". Until now... when I stop and look back. I felt that something is missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have a very good life now - not lack of anything.... but u always know - there is something missing. Now that I am looking for a new job. I ask myself "What do I really want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend posted a very meaningful song - it's something like it is never too late to do what you dream of. Well... is it?&lt;br /&gt;It is not just a question - to be or not to be... it's more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-985489779952789924?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/985489779952789924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=985489779952789924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/985489779952789924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/985489779952789924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-2190980139715226713</id><published>2009-08-18T23:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:22:14.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What are u looking at???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder if anyone would read my blog??&lt;div&gt;Today I went to check on a couple of friend's blog and they have all stopped. No kidding... Almost of them have stopped. &lt;div&gt;However I see more and more ppl in Facebook. Has FB taken over blog writing??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm sad... but I guess FB has a couple of good reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the main one for me... is variety and user friendliness. FB offer many games... and in one blink u can already see the many activities by all your friends. Many games to play... but most of all... photos!! One stop solution!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe I am saying it. I was the one that didn't support FB in the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway.. things change. I just thought I will write a little in my "long not written blog" for my fans. Hey what are u looking at??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Soro9b8UCFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iYGFToYM8Yk/s320/SANY0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371361647763130450" /&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/6820395708312200557-2190980139715226713?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/2190980139715226713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=2190980139715226713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/2190980139715226713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/2190980139715226713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-are-u-looking-at.html' title='What are u looking at???'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/Soro9b8UCFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iYGFToYM8Yk/s72-c/SANY0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-2537470901950107286</id><published>2009-03-16T20:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:24:29.941+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How time no "see"</title><content type='html'>Is the 6th weeks now! (Gerade ist der sechste wochen)&lt;div&gt;And this is my first post after a long long time &amp;amp; further and further away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been going to the school everyday since I arrived and today I have completed A1 level of study. Congratulation! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that I will be able to write and speak auf Deutsch bald. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway life is simple and quite easy here. (apart from the Deutsch learnen) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no worry and be happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Sb5mO8iGMNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mimxaL8vpG0/s400/DSC00970.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313797017297105106" /&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/6820395708312200557-2537470901950107286?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/2537470901950107286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=2537470901950107286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/2537470901950107286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/2537470901950107286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-time-no-see.html' title='How time no &quot;see&quot;'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/Sb5mO8iGMNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mimxaL8vpG0/s72-c/DSC00970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-290909392768103788</id><published>2008-10-30T21:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:29:05.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking out to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SQnYJ4n7VnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/71QX1y3Ut_Q/s1600-h/SANY0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SQnYJ4n7VnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/71QX1y3Ut_Q/s400/SANY0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262975303889409650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - is almost end of 2008. Many ppl said it before - but hey how time flies??&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for me to look out to the future. To a new beginning yet again, and further away. Planning and more planning - I am looking forward to it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these planning - but do not forget to enjoy NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Merz C - here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone well ahead to a happy new year 2009!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-290909392768103788?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/290909392768103788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=290909392768103788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/290909392768103788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/290909392768103788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-out-to-future.html' title='Looking out to the future'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/SQnYJ4n7VnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/71QX1y3Ut_Q/s72-c/SANY0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-6847073497414964808</id><published>2008-06-01T21:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:22:23.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Miss .. I Miss and I Miss</title><content type='html'>On a Sunday afternoon, I am especially missing my family.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grandpa!! Here is a pic of him and my sister and my two beloved nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SELCc56CV7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/S_PJah92bTw/s1600-h/2504915617_837dde7110_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SELCc56CV7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/S_PJah92bTw/s400/2504915617_837dde7110_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206937921030084530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they gorgeous and cute? I miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this morning, my mum promised to take me to Bah Kut Teh right away once I come back. Thanks Mummy, how nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the food in M'sia so much. I often thinks how lucky my friends and family in M'sia are. When they crave for some M'sian food, they can easily get it. That is also the convenient that I miss terribly.&lt;br /&gt;(I just came back from a club. It took me an hour to get there and another hour to come back. The traffic here is just horrible!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I said - when you are far away... that is the opportunity cost to pay.&lt;br /&gt;Aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-6847073497414964808?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/6847073497414964808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=6847073497414964808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6847073497414964808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6847073497414964808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-i-miss-and-i-miss.html' title='I Miss .. I Miss and I Miss'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/SELCc56CV7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/S_PJah92bTw/s72-c/2504915617_837dde7110_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-1849685952444418467</id><published>2008-04-18T12:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:28:25.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal</title><content type='html'>How can I forget to blog about my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taj_Mahal"&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;/a&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with two girl friends in Jan 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Only have one comment - is good to see it once, maybe just once will do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few classics photo - I mean everyone go there to take photo in these two poses. Like me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SAhOEJlx1GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C2wYieGt6cQ/s1600-h/IMG_3189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SAhOEJlx1GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C2wYieGt6cQ/s320/IMG_3189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190484403745313890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SAhgl5lx1HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Kfi5havtS4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/SAhgl5lx1HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Kfi5havtS4Q/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190504774775198834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-1849685952444418467?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/1849685952444418467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=1849685952444418467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1849685952444418467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1849685952444418467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/04/taj-mahal.html' title='Taj Mahal'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/SAhOEJlx1GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C2wYieGt6cQ/s72-c/IMG_3189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-7783960396766964537</id><published>2008-04-10T20:16:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:01:01.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Dumb Dumb Bravo</title><content type='html'>The other day my dumb dumb bravo - my cat - got shit on her head.&lt;br /&gt;No shit - I mean real bird shit on her head.&lt;br /&gt;The bird just drop by my balcony and there the bird saw my puddy cat - and the bird goes: "oh is that silly cat again .. she has been trying to catch me. Silly cat... ok, here is a little "present" for your persistence effort trying to catch me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There - "dop" sound like that - a real smelly shit on Bravo's head - right in the middle of her forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha - The most hilarious part is the fact that she doesn't mind at all... she look left and right... and no - no problem.&lt;br /&gt;She continued her "wonderful" wandering around the balcony again... can u believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at the end - I was the one cleaning her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo is so dumb dumb and yet so adorable! "Love u Bravo" no matter how dumb you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of my bravo.. cute isn''t she? No - didn't remember to take a photo of her during her "shitty" day. hihi :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_4s06PqPTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XyIaMxblQ68/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_4s06PqPTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XyIaMxblQ68/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187633108277148978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_4tJaPqPUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kz0VyPVfKOg/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_4tJaPqPUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kz0VyPVfKOg/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187633460464467266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-7783960396766964537?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/7783960396766964537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=7783960396766964537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7783960396766964537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7783960396766964537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dumb-dumb-bravo.html' title='My Dumb Dumb Bravo'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_4s06PqPTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XyIaMxblQ68/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-106678825249708337</id><published>2008-04-08T17:44:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:51:17.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not bad?!</title><content type='html'>I was just checking on my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;4 for 2008 - one each month. Hmmmm not bad not bad at all.... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is another one - that's for a change.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_ti2n7cIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rWzWub4bZrM/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_ti2n7cIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rWzWub4bZrM/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186848086418006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-106678825249708337?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/106678825249708337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=106678825249708337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/106678825249708337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/106678825249708337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-bad.html' title='Not bad?!'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/R_ti2n7cIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rWzWub4bZrM/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-4044581081784490612</id><published>2008-04-07T19:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:28:18.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fisherman's Cove</title><content type='html'>I went to Chennai the week before last for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely fantastic!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really the place - didn't see much of Chennai. But we went down to the &lt;a href="http://www.tajhotels.com/Leisure/Fishermans%20Cove,CHENNAI/"&gt;Fisherman's Cove&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is an excellent resort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a resort by Taj group - the services are superb,  the room was like a fisherman's cove, nice sea view, in front of the room is a comfortable hammick, great good - wah excellently great!!&lt;br /&gt;I have already run out of words to praise the resort. U can imagine how wonderful the trip was. Can't remember the last time I compliment a trip without any complains?? Yah I can't remember it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room rate per night was extremely high as well - it was around Rs14000/night (about usd300/night) - but hey resort is so superb and I think is actually worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe your ear? Yah I said - money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think is the management, the services that has won me over.&lt;br /&gt;The staff there remembers u, the food u ordered and like, the drinks you ordered last night..... and they even make the food especially for u even is a buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a hotel in the future - I would consult Taj group (Tata) how did he do it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have post some pic - but again I don't have a camera. And the disk the friend gave me is in the office. So for the time being.. just settle with the website. hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-4044581081784490612?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/4044581081784490612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=4044581081784490612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/4044581081784490612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/4044581081784490612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-went-to-chennai-week-before-last-for.html' title='Fisherman&apos;s Cove'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-2345266235614868509</id><published>2008-03-17T15:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:42:02.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing life</title><content type='html'>Let me see - when was my last blog entry?&lt;br /&gt;Yah - it was when I lost my i-phone.&lt;br /&gt;And No - in case if you are wondering if I found it, the answer is NO. How can u get get the "goat out from a tiger's mouth", obviously not possible especially if the "tiger" is as hungry as the Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the above mentioned incident - an unhappy one - I just came back from Kathmandu, Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;Nepal to me is like a combination of China + India. Most ppl speak Hindi in Nepal and the flight to Kathmandu was quite scary. Kathmandu is a mountain area and we experienced a strong turbulence just before we land. For a moment I thought - not now, I don't want to die yet!&lt;br /&gt;A very nice Belgium lady sat next to me trying to "cheers" me up and she said - "well, don't worry too much, I am sure we will be fine. But if you die, you die."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very much - that was "helpful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the current Indian air traffic vs their infrastructure, it will be just the matter of time and luck before anymore plane crashes. Everyday there are news about which airline and which has yet another near-misses, dogs in the run way where airplane trying to avoid, ppl trying to comment suicide by running into the runway... etc....&lt;br /&gt;You can understand now my worry is not at no-based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to my Kathmandu trip- got side tracked.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just a quick stop for business meetings, I haven't got the chance to see much of Kathmandu. So to me, at least now, it is just another city like India.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even bring my camera, wait a minute, I don't have a camera!!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore no photos to show you. Perhaps I would go back to Kathmandu again and take a good look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Until then - pls wait, Kathmandu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R95JOlsKxqI/AAAAAAAAADo/i0Id1iw0DLQ/s1600-h/Flying_into_Kathmandu_Valley+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R95JOlsKxqI/AAAAAAAAADo/i0Id1iw0DLQ/s320/Flying_into_Kathmandu_Valley+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178657136507012770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-2345266235614868509?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/2345266235614868509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=2345266235614868509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/2345266235614868509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/2345266235614868509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/03/experiencing-life.html' title='Experiencing life'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/R95JOlsKxqI/AAAAAAAAADo/i0Id1iw0DLQ/s72-c/Flying_into_Kathmandu_Valley+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-9067676139206975985</id><published>2008-02-27T20:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:01:54.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The "dark side" has stolen my mobile!!</title><content type='html'>I hate them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I left the mobile in the office desk in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a meeting, came back 10.15am and my mobile is gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit - shit them all!!!&lt;br /&gt;How can my office has such lack of security in the office?&lt;br /&gt;Things are stolen that easily even at your own desk in the office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of all is the office is not doing anything to help! I have been telling the office that the outsider that came in this morning to exchange D/O must have taken it. And asked them to call to their company and investigate this matter - but they ignored me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not doing anything and said - yah who and who got 2 mobiles stolen last year, who and who got 5 stolen.. etc... they are asking me to forget about it, I am not getting it back and is waste of time for them to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so angry, up sad and disappointed with the fxxking "dark side" of the dark ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my beautiful i-phone and don't think I would ever "get back" together with you and pls get "sick" and stopped "working" for those fxxking theft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate them all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-9067676139206975985?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/9067676139206975985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=9067676139206975985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/9067676139206975985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/9067676139206975985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/02/dark-side-has-stolen-my-mobile.html' title='The &quot;dark side&quot; has stolen my mobile!!'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-5604573524167340349</id><published>2008-01-01T16:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:43:28.148+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First day of the year - 2008</title><content type='html'>On the first day of the year - 2008 - you "die die" must blog.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what u blog... is a new beginning.. new year ahead of you - Just write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how time flies - I was just moving from HKG to India and now is already in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;How long would I stay in India? Where would I go after this?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I will seriously think about it and plan my year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My family &amp;amp; friends around the round the world&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2008 and all the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2124966311" style="width: 357px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2120234617" style="width: 435px; text-align: center;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2406/2120234617_1561e15792.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="300" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2121004912" style="width: 302px; text-align: right;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-5604573524167340349?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/5604573524167340349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=5604573524167340349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5604573524167340349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5604573524167340349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-year-2008.html' title='First day of the year - 2008'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-45135449994360068</id><published>2007-12-30T16:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:01:43.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon blog</title><content type='html'>Chilling out on a Sunday afternoon - lazily at home..&lt;br /&gt;What do u do? Write a blog.. that's what I am doing now. Nothing special - that's what blogs are for, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once discussed with a group of friends about diary and I said that's why everyone is blogging these days. Blogging is like writing a diary but in the open where everyone can read.&lt;br /&gt;So why do we do that? I think in a way ppl wanted privacy but at the same time yearning for attentions. (opps.. is that me? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway is a fun thing to do and to be able to "communicate" with your friends that reads your blog.... makes me feel Good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone ....here is my latest photo... with my new hair style. :) Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e5MydRUuI/AAAAAAAAADI/-TFnUCNbfdU/s1600-h/IMG_2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e5MydRUuI/AAAAAAAAADI/-TFnUCNbfdU/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149788328275563234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-45135449994360068?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/45135449994360068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=45135449994360068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/45135449994360068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/45135449994360068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-afternoon-blog.html' title='Sunday afternoon blog'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e5MydRUuI/AAAAAAAAADI/-TFnUCNbfdU/s72-c/IMG_2506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-4667062609370722875</id><published>2007-12-25T14:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:21:41.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho - Merry Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ho Ho Ho - is Christmas time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas - because I can get presents for no reason. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Businessman love Christmas too - because ppl spend money to buy presents for ppl for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end everyone is happy - so Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q157/graphic_code/christmas/chr7fbb82727425_myspace.gif" alt="Merry Christmas Graphics / Glitters for MySpace/Friendster" title="Merry Christmas Graphics / Glitters for MySpace/Friendster" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-4667062609370722875?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/4667062609370722875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=4667062609370722875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/4667062609370722875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/4667062609370722875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho-merry-merry-christmas.html' title='Ho Ho Ho - Merry Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q157/graphic_code/christmas/th_chr7fbb82727425_myspace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-8022394465169123656</id><published>2007-11-25T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:32:57.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goa Trip</title><content type='html'>Came back from Goa a month ago... but too lazy to write anything about it. Feeling guilty to my wonderful trip... therefore here u go.. about my Goa trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goa is in south of India.  Taken a 13 hours of train and finally we arrived in Goa.&lt;br /&gt;Late at night.. but the road reminds me a lot of Kuantan, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the next morning we headed to our cottage hat at Riva Beach Hotel in north of Goa.&lt;br /&gt;U can only have beaches and sunshine in the northern part of Goa. And that's what we were headed for -  A perfect place for a lazy laid-back and relaxing holidays away from the busy city and hectic of Mumbai city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fancy hotels, no AC rooms, no fantastic cuisine, no phone calls (because no reception at most of the hotels) - only sunshine and beaches.&lt;br /&gt;It was fine for a couple of days to get away, but not for long. At least not for me. Ok fine I am still the "city" kind of girl.... I missed my AC a lot...:p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the trip ended up pretty enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e_5ydRUxI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZxpVroKQIpQ/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e_5ydRUxI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZxpVroKQIpQ/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149795698439443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got plenty of semi precious stone's rings, pendent and other jewelry at the tourist market. In case u are wondering - yes I was doing what I do best - Bargaining!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e-uCdRUwI/AAAAAAAAADY/Scd0vODWmI8/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e-uCdRUwI/AAAAAAAAADY/Scd0vODWmI8/s320/IMG_2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149794397064352514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-8022394465169123656?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/8022394465169123656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=8022394465169123656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8022394465169123656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8022394465169123656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/11/goa-trip.html' title='Goa Trip'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/R3e_5ydRUxI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZxpVroKQIpQ/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-1989390662154670433</id><published>2007-11-14T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:02:47.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Now I understand why</title><content type='html'>I have two previous posts about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-do-not-understand-them.html"&gt;I really DO NOT Understand them!!&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-u-child.html"&gt;Are u a Child? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former one I talked about how I was angry with the Indians' working attitude and behaviour. The latter one I talked about how I feel when my Indian boss treat me like a child i.e. Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I combined these two articles - I have finally understand why.&lt;br /&gt;Why do Indians like to control/ order ppl to do things? Why wouldn't they trust their employees? Why was my driver so slack? Why??&lt;br /&gt;Because the Indians are "trained" to behave like that - To treat ppl like that &amp;amp; expect ppl to treat them like a child. (controlled and be controlled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian employers have to control every lower class employees - which are the majority - because if they don't they would be the one who suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Majority Indians are not well educated. Drivers will steal petrol from employer's vehicles; maids would steal money and things at home, coffee boys would "take" home some sugars, tea, coffee when their stocks runs out; courier boy would go somewhere else to chill out instead of dispatching your docs; when u put a project pipelines alongside the street, ppl would sleep/shit inside your pipe; steel/windows of an unfinished projects would get stolen.. etc&lt;br /&gt;These are my daily encounters in India. It happened here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all these - employers are trained to control their employees, they just don't trust ppl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Indian employees would like to be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;They would not treat one foreigner differently, because they don't think that is anything wrong with this behaviour. I can understand it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news and bad news - the good news is I would not get myself angry/ pissed off when things like this happened again.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is - I WILL "educate" my employer. Sorry I am just not Indian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-1989390662154670433?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/1989390662154670433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=1989390662154670433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1989390662154670433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1989390662154670433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-i-understand-why.html' title='Now I understand why'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-8177038643451483391</id><published>2007-11-09T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:57:13.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Don't feel like blogging these days....&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why.. maybe work - busy .. maybe I am just too lazy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from M'sia and HKG... feeling so good to be back to M'sia and HKG.&lt;br /&gt;Back to "the civilization" I would call it. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have to sit in the car for hours and hours to get from one place to another... I get the food that I like without worrying about the quality... fantastic shopping experiances.. wah lots more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course most of all - I get to see my family and friends again!!&lt;br /&gt;Nice catching up with my friends in KL and HKG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am regretful to inform Limbo and May and all my best Singaporean buddies&lt;br /&gt;That I would not be going back for Limbo &amp;amp; May's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again.... :(&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm that's just for it now... see u guys again soon.... very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-8177038643451483391?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/8177038643451483391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=8177038643451483391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8177038643451483391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8177038643451483391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-6795457205245859535</id><published>2007-10-14T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:30:56.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My favourite weekend hang out</title><content type='html'>When u r far away in India, you do not have much choice in terms of  weekend hang out.&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do then? Lots of ppl asked me....&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I hang out.... A shop called - Bagel Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bagel Shop is near to my house, served nice bagel, nice environment and most of all - lots of free entertainment magazines.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I would spent most of my Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RxIZkhUkrbI/AAAAAAAAACw/VIg58cVJPBs/s1600-h/photo+-+bagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RxIZkhUkrbI/AAAAAAAAACw/VIg58cVJPBs/s320/photo+-+bagel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121183841484320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RxIZ2xUkrcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_wC7RAZsKyQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RxIZ2xUkrcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_wC7RAZsKyQ/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121184155016932802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above me at the Bagel shop (left) and on the right - me at the Bagel shop again, reading magazine with 100% seriousness. No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-6795457205245859535?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/6795457205245859535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=6795457205245859535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6795457205245859535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6795457205245859535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favourite-weekend-hang-out.html' title='My favourite weekend hang out'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RxIZkhUkrbI/AAAAAAAAACw/VIg58cVJPBs/s72-c/photo+-+bagel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-5828130124310721054</id><published>2007-10-07T13:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:56:00.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are u a child?</title><content type='html'>Why do the employers always treat employees like a child?&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean? - I mean they will be very "concern" about you...&lt;br /&gt;- Are u coming to work?&lt;br /&gt;- What time u coming to work?&lt;br /&gt;- Where r u?&lt;br /&gt;- What r u doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of them that was being treated like a child. These are the questions my branch manager kept asking me.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh - I am an adult not a child, moreover I am in biz development - I have to go out!!&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with all these ppl? Or that is the way Indian treats their employees? Maybe more from Indian but most of the employers do behave like that - one way or the other. Come on, I am sure u guys will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have becoming more and more appreciative of the concept put together by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ricardo_Semler"&gt;Ricardo Semler&lt;/a&gt; in his book called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maverick_%28book%29"&gt;Maverick&lt;/a&gt;. A fantastic book that gave me an eye opener of what we could achieve!&lt;br /&gt;He talks about treating each employee as an adult - he promotes industrial democracy. Yes that is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His "survival manual" consist of only 17 pages of survival "rules" in Semco (his company).  Instead of using 200 pages of employee handbook that nobody read, he wrote something really interesting. He used cartoon and very little word to elaborate. Check out on the book and u will know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have introduced this book to my boss, I hope he reads it and that could change his mind set about employees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-5828130124310721054?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/5828130124310721054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=5828130124310721054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5828130124310721054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5828130124310721054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-u-child.html' title='Are u a child?'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-1604478618582945845</id><published>2007-09-27T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:34:08.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I really DO NOT Understand them!!</title><content type='html'>Who don't I understand?&lt;br /&gt;Indians - the way they work, their culture and their attitude towards working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I told my driver that I need the car at 3pm for an appointment at 4pm. (I am using tourist car at the moment, because I am still looking for a reliable driver.)&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm, I called the driver and he said 15mins. I was not very happy but still I could make it on time if he comes in 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;3.15pm - I called again and he told me that his eyes is paining him so he couldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;SxxT!! U can imagine I was already "boiling". Then I asked who will come and pick me? He said "Yah madam, the other driver is on the way" - another 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after half an hour, no one has come and I became really pissed. I have my receptionist to call to the boss and complained. He apologised but he blamed me for not letting him know the schedule before hand - that's why all the delayed!! Can u believe it??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to cut the story short - at 4pm, my "original" driver came (the one with the paining eye) and he wasn't happy at all. Showed me a "black face", because he has to work despite his paining eye. He must be blaming me for so demanding.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh - I mean I didn't need him, arrange other replacement.&lt;br /&gt;Not do-it-only-when-I-called-and-complained. Isn't that the way to work? Or just me? The ppl here just do not understand the meaning of Responsibility??? Do they want me to treat them like a child? Scold them and tell them what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, no driver come at all!!!! Yes I am still at home.&lt;br /&gt;Great great great! The situation with the "un-understandable" driver just became more and more "un-understandable"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RvtAPRUkraI/AAAAAAAAACo/cujiuRY0oR4/s1600-h/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RvtAPRUkraI/AAAAAAAAACo/cujiuRY0oR4/s320/angry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114752432901238178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely angry now. I could just stay at home, but I have an appointment in the afternoon. And I understand the meaning of Responsibility at Work. So no matter how angry I am, I will still go to work. Not like them!!&lt;br /&gt;I really DO NOT Understand them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after these incidents, below is what I gathered:&lt;br /&gt;For me/ or other expatriates the "procedures" to get a pick-up are:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tell the driver what time and place for pick-up&lt;br /&gt;2) Then driver will arrive on time.&lt;br /&gt;2.1) If driver not able to come, he will arrange replacement.&lt;br /&gt;3) No need to call again to confirm, driver will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the Indian drivers, they would think like these:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tell me the time, and call me again an hour before if u want me to come on time.&lt;br /&gt;2) If I am not coming, I just would not come. Don't hope I will arrange replacement.&lt;br /&gt;3) Talk to my boss for replacement&lt;br /&gt;4) I will reply: "I do not understand you, Madam."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-1604478618582945845?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/1604478618582945845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=1604478618582945845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1604478618582945845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1604478618582945845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-do-not-understand-them.html' title='I really DO NOT Understand them!!'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RvtAPRUkraI/AAAAAAAAACo/cujiuRY0oR4/s72-c/angry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-7026838024251917988</id><published>2007-09-20T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:22:51.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ganesha Festival in India</title><content type='html'>What is Ganesha Festival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganesha, the elephant-headed son of Shiva and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parvati&lt;/span&gt;, is w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idely&lt;/span&gt; worshipped as the supreme god of wisdom, prosperity and good fortune. For the knowledge of my dear far away friends - Lord Ganesha look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RvKM7_-p6DI/AAAAAAAAACg/I5dOmIL7ee4/s1600-h/lor34h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RvKM7_-p6DI/AAAAAAAAACg/I5dOmIL7ee4/s320/lor34h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112303489433331762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe u better known it as Ganesha by the cartoon - Lord Ganesha. I posted below one of the stories for cartoon Lord Ganesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8lJCcYBXlk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8lJCcYBXlk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway if u want to know more about this festival - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha"&gt;Ganesha Festival&lt;/a&gt; , check out&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my favourite  encyclopedia on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an important festival of the year here. It was started on 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Sep, Saturday last week. Today is the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of the celebration. I guess there must be some sort of celebration on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; days?? (need to clarify that with my colleagues) But today lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; came out to the streets, singing and dancing, music is very loud at my background now (if u can hear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can imagine, normal day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; (or the whole India) has already created tremendous traffics on the road during peak period. Today it's worst. Traffic police blocked some streets for public celebrations, stages were built for singing and dancing crowds. And of course lots of Ganesha stature were seen everywhere on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it has created an "inconvenient" for me - traffic jam x 100 times more!!&lt;br /&gt;But there is one good thing - coming Tuesday - 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Sep - is a public holiday. Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Why holiday? Because worshipper will all gather around and "send" Lord Ganesha "back" to the nature (means lakes, rivers or sea). It also means - perhaps 1 billion Indians would be on the streets on Tuesday. Hence that would be impossible to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Give me an excuse to stay at home and rest. :) Good good Ganesha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-7026838024251917988?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/7026838024251917988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=7026838024251917988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7026838024251917988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7026838024251917988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/09/ganesha-festival-in-india.html' title='Ganesha Festival in India'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RvKM7_-p6DI/AAAAAAAAACg/I5dOmIL7ee4/s72-c/lor34h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-684229577213780079</id><published>2007-09-16T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:31:18.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Still love it and hate it</title><content type='html'>I love my cats and hate them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just spilled my precious lunch!! It was 3pm and I was extremely hungry. Made myself a two minute cup noodle. Is was not an ordinary cup noodle - for u maybe it is ordinary. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because that flavour - xo prawn - was from Hong Kong and India don't have!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so looking forward to my lunch.  While waiting for the egg, I took out the noodle and placed it on the table. Like u have expected, my cats came and knocked over my precious cup noodle.&lt;br /&gt;The horror on my face was unexplainable. There goes my lunch. I have nothing else in my fridge, too long to wait for delivery. In the end, I can only settled for two eggs + little bit of the left over cup noodle that I salvage. (I know it's disgusting, but hunger has taken over my "conscious". :p)&lt;br /&gt;Yes that was my lunch for a depressing Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love it and hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Ru9MsppIVoI/AAAAAAAAACU/xfdVi0OGO08/s1600-h/P4290024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Ru9MsppIVoI/AAAAAAAAACU/xfdVi0OGO08/s320/P4290024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111388432065123970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(no no ... this pic was taken long before my depression Sunday. As u can see - I had a good meal. hihi :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-684229577213780079?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/684229577213780079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=684229577213780079&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/684229577213780079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/684229577213780079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-love-it-and-hate-it.html' title='Still love it and hate it'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/Ru9MsppIVoI/AAAAAAAAACU/xfdVi0OGO08/s72-c/P4290024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-8025425225792383017</id><published>2007-09-12T21:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:34:25.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love it and Hate it</title><content type='html'>Busy Busy Busy - have been flying to Delhi-Mumbai every week.&lt;br /&gt;I love it and hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss likes to fly Jet Airway but for me - I prefer &lt;a href="http://www.flykingfisher.com/about.htm"&gt;Kingfisher&lt;/a&gt;. The airhostesses are all very beautiful and sexy!! Yes u hear me right - they are "desirable".&lt;br /&gt;A male friend of mine likes to fly Kingfisher too. And he will choose a seat at 19E. Why 19E? Because there will be a seat next to 19E for the airhostess. Oh yes - I just tried it (I mean "the seat" this time round on my way back from Delhi). Not bad at all, I love it but hate it when all the men only looking at the airhostesses but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is such a conservative and open country.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Gere get arrested for kissing the Bollywood star on the cheek in public. (&lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/film/bollywood/article1710858.ece"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrest warrant out for Richard Gere and Shilpa Shetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;While the Bollywood movie shows all kind of sexy scenes - ladies in skimpy dresses, kissing and teasing sex scenes in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Magazines &amp;amp; billboard  full of sexy and teasing messages. So what's all these?&lt;br /&gt;This is what I called - Double Standard!! People love it and hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon the sexy scene in Bollywood movie is far far more than u could imagine. Just watch the trailer below - Doom 2 (yes I watched it - I find it sexy and funny. Why funny? Can't help they are just different from what I know and they are funny. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7gR3nqzxJ0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7gR3nqzxJ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-8025425225792383017?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/8025425225792383017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=8025425225792383017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8025425225792383017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8025425225792383017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-it-and-hate-it.html' title='Love it and Hate it'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-6336537000172522740</id><published>2007-09-08T18:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:14:06.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I want an iphone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RuKpr1prYCI/AAAAAAAAABs/m1XdhxYhPXQ/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RuKpr1prYCI/AAAAAAAAABs/m1XdhxYhPXQ/s400/iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107831497992921122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; has reduced the price for&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt; iphone&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the iphone beautiful? And co-incidentally my old &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=hk&amp;lc=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ver=4000&amp;template=pip1&amp;amp;zone=pp&amp;pid=10415"&gt;Sony Ericsson - W300i&lt;/a&gt; has failed me.  Broken just in time when the warranty expired. Can u believe it? All the cunning phone manufacturer!!&lt;br /&gt;Pity Asia will only get the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iphone&lt;/a&gt; in 2008, if not that gives just the right reason to switch to&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt; iphone.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the reduced of the price for iphone, Apple also launched a couple of new designs and new product.&lt;br /&gt;The new design for &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodshuffle/"&gt;ipod shuffle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodclassic/"&gt;ipod classic&lt;/a&gt;,  and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;ipod nano.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interest me more is the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch/"&gt;ipod touch&lt;/a&gt;. U can have all the functions for &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iphone&lt;/a&gt; except no phone and no camera. Isn't that cool?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RuN4llprYDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z198DciQixY/s1600-h/ipodtouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RuN4llprYDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/z198DciQixY/s320/ipodtouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108058989525688370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the products are excellent but it creates a problem - How about my old ipod nano? or my old ipod (in whatever range)?&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Jobs"&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/a&gt;, can u please take trade in for the old &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; products?"&lt;br /&gt;I personally love this brilliant idea - public can trade in the old Apple products and add a little bit more (ok - maybe more than a little bit) for a new one. On one hand, Apple's sales increases, on the other, Apple can recycle the old products and save the environment. One stone for two birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - Steve Jobs - If by any chance you read the previous point then you might also read the next one - Please unlock the Iphone! Is AT&amp;amp;T paying Apple enough to cause overseas Apple Fans so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing - if you're reading these points, Steve, can you comment? No one seems to comment on my blog. A comment or two by you would really add something special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-6336537000172522740?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/6336537000172522740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=6336537000172522740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6336537000172522740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6336537000172522740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-iphone.html' title='I want an iphone!!'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RuKpr1prYCI/AAAAAAAAABs/m1XdhxYhPXQ/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-5913922461073831934</id><published>2007-08-23T13:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:36:58.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back!!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from an excellent trip. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of site seeing, lots of beers and drinks, lots of food, lots of shopping... Wah! what more would u ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only packed and back to India, but also "packed" my holiday mood and back to work.&lt;br /&gt;For me is a whole new beginning again. Wonder why good times always seems to pass so quickly, while working is the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be good to take a long backpacking holiday in Aus again. Maybe six months in a caravan with some friends... that would be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some pics below - Guess which one was when I first arrived and which was after two weeks? Come on u can tell - the better-fed-face would be after two weeks of good food. :) hihi&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about the weight - "India" will take care of it" That's what I told myself to make me feel better. :p&lt;br /&gt;Also the photo taken on my bd - :) All that u see are my presents - not bad at all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0YVprX_I/AAAAAAAAABU/k7nBVAUpgBw/s1600-h/P8110050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0YVprX_I/AAAAAAAAABU/k7nBVAUpgBw/s200/P8110050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105521089055514610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0EFprX-I/AAAAAAAAABM/pz-c033RjkE/s1600-h/P8030063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0EFprX-I/AAAAAAAAABM/pz-c033RjkE/s200/P8030063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105520741163163618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RtpzqlprX9I/AAAAAAAAABE/wbqswL9tIJs/s1600-h/P8040043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RtpzqlprX9I/AAAAAAAAABE/wbqswL9tIJs/s200/P8040043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105520303076499410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0-lprYAI/AAAAAAAAABc/xavOMN3-BwQ/s1600-h/P8110018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0-lprYAI/AAAAAAAAABc/xavOMN3-BwQ/s200/P8110018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105521746185510914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-5913922461073831934?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/5913922461073831934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=5913922461073831934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5913922461073831934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5913922461073831934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!!'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rtp0YVprX_I/AAAAAAAAABU/k7nBVAUpgBw/s72-c/P8110050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-515587841929286417</id><published>2007-07-25T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:32:48.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For My No. 1 Fan</title><content type='html'>I have decided to post something for my no.1 fan - E-may. (although I have already posted the "Heartless Limbo-May" for them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here u go - Present to u - My photos.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a narcissist? I think so, maybe just a little. Who's not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rqb_me_c6zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rx7EamWyfCU/s1600-h/india1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rqb_me_c6zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rx7EamWyfCU/s320/india1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091037465408236338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Left - Vivian with her beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.annasui.com/flash/index.html"&gt;Anna Sui&lt;/a&gt; umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;On the Right - Vivian again with her umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have to take the umbrella with me!!&lt;br /&gt;India is so "hot", no choice but to "cover" my pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes - all the Indians looked at me like I am an alien. I am an alien, to Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RqcAaO_c60I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7FJyB4Sewvg/s1600-h/P5200019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RqcAaO_c60I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7FJyB4Sewvg/s320/P5200019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091038354466466626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more Oh Oh Oh... updates :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-515587841929286417?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/515587841929286417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=515587841929286417&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/515587841929286417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/515587841929286417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-my-no-1-fan.html' title='For My No. 1 Fan'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rqb_me_c6zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rx7EamWyfCU/s72-c/india1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-1742376736132844518</id><published>2007-07-24T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:35:34.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Helpful" Indian</title><content type='html'>I had a minor car accident the other day. It was in the morning and my driver was going quite fast at the bumpy lane not far from my apartment. A women pulled out in front of us and we hit her car straight away and my driver accelerated (I wonder why he do that?) and we slammed to the wall on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the accident, lots of Indians came out from everywhere and started their little morning "entertainment" performed by us. Some was still in their pajamas, two were still brushing their teeth!! ( How do I know they were brushing their teeth? Isn't it obvious - they have their toothbrush in their mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Indians started giving advices, some inspecting the damage on the cars, some touching the car (maybe they feel more "involved" by touching the car??) and lots of ppl talking. Where the hell did all these ppl came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the women denied that it was her fault and drove off. "Helpful" Indians helped us remembering her car plat number, where she stayed.... To be honest, I quite appreciate this "helpfulness". :)&lt;br /&gt;But what do u do at the end? We just drove off, I mean what else can we do? We wouldn't go knock on her door and asked for compensation. Besides, I don't want the trouble and don't want to waste my time. I think the car will be covered by the insurance. :p Not my car anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there u go - a little incident regarding cars and the helpful Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was in M'sia or Hkg, ppl wold come out have a look, "8" a little bit - but they would not help. I tends to convinced myself it was because of the "busy schedule" they have ahead of them. (makes me fell better) Or maybe it is true - Indians take-things-slowly i.e too free.&lt;br /&gt;Oh come one - maybe they are just a bit of everything - helpful, too free &amp;amp; slow. hmmm that doesn't sound too good, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not your homeland, far away, u will experience different cultural behaviour. That's the "good" thing about being far - Different experience, joss - :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-1742376736132844518?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/1742376736132844518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=1742376736132844518&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1742376736132844518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1742376736132844518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/helpful-indian.html' title='&quot;Helpful&quot; Indian'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-5637668049457592132</id><published>2007-07-20T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:57:59.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Heartless Limbo-May"</title><content type='html'>This blog dedicated specially to Limbo and E-may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless Limbo-May;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding want us pay,&lt;br /&gt;But we are still without invitation le;&lt;br /&gt;Is the wedding in Boon-Lay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both me and I-lyn agreed that we do not know where is the venue of your wedding except we have to go back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Guys - keep us posted ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to come back just to attend to this to-be-the-most-spectacular event* before end of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;* Conditions apply&lt;br /&gt;* Without Vivian as the MC, I doubt it. :p&lt;br /&gt;Hi hi anyway - Joss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing from India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-5637668049457592132?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/5637668049457592132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=5637668049457592132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5637668049457592132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5637668049457592132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/heartless-limbo-may.html' title='&quot;Heartless Limbo-May&quot;'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-1548411235337861228</id><published>2007-07-19T10:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:50:43.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feeling much better</title><content type='html'>Has not been feeling well for two days, and now finally better. But still suffer a little bit from headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway is good to be "back". And suddenly realized money can't buy health. I mean u can use the money to see the doctors, but u can't use the money to buy your health back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is monsoon period in India, and Malaria is also widespread during this period in India.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was quite scared that I might get infected, as I got bitten by mosquitoes couple of times at home. It was scary and I hate to live in fright!!  But don't worry  I don't have malaria. :p Thank  God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to my trip to Australia. Please no sickness or whatsoever, I want to be able to leave the country and enjoy my long waited holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rp7z9KWVLXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZfZSIoFcqs4/s1600-h/P4290043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rp7z9KWVLXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZfZSIoFcqs4/s320/P4290043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088772861050826098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't have any shots of the mosquitoes, but plenty of flies. Equally bad - I hope my cats can help me eliminate these "threat". :P&lt;br /&gt;I hope I hope.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-1548411235337861228?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/1548411235337861228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=1548411235337861228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1548411235337861228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1548411235337861228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/feeling-much-better.html' title='Feeling much better'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/Rp7z9KWVLXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZfZSIoFcqs4/s72-c/P4290043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-7656932637194807030</id><published>2007-07-12T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:59:09.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have u eaten rice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RpXTSKWVLWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l1MuHrBbTqQ/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RpXTSKWVLWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l1MuHrBbTqQ/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086203663153966434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Emily? - my cute little niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her photo - cute right?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen her since April 2007- and she is a big girl now. My sis was telling me "of course Emily grow la, she eats rice one ma". haha very Chinese-style-kind of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a book - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noble_House"&gt;Noble House&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Clavell"&gt;James Clavell.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great book describing Hong Kong, the Chinese society, Tai-pan etc back in the early 60's. (great book - must read!)&lt;br /&gt;When my sister told me about Emily - the very-Chinese-style-kind-of expression, I have link that with this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese we often greet ppl when we first met by asking them - "Have u eaten rice?"&lt;br /&gt;For Chinese, to have enough food and full is very important. Means u r not starving and doing ok. So it became a form of greeting in Chinese society.&lt;br /&gt;It has sound so strange when we translate it into English but that is how we, Chinese, say it in our very own language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Have u eaten rice? Please grow healthy and happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing u from India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-7656932637194807030?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/7656932637194807030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=7656932637194807030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7656932637194807030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7656932637194807030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-u-eaten-rice.html' title='Have u eaten rice?'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RpXTSKWVLWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l1MuHrBbTqQ/s72-c/DSC00390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-5916068677337061741</id><published>2007-07-11T20:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:01:27.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do u do? Part III</title><content type='html'>Part III - What do u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U keep a PET!! When u r far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never never in my entire life thought about having a pet.&lt;br /&gt;First I think I can't take care of them and I hate cleaning-up "shit". Having to have to clean-up enough "shit" in the co, I don't want to do that in my own house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well.... the most unbelievable things happened in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentleman - I am the proud owner of a cat now.&lt;br /&gt;Actually sometimes I think two cats.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my housemate each has one but I feel like I am having two pets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They peeing and poo pooing all over my furniture apart from trying to destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really apart from that, they are just so so adorable.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RpT0PJ5RXsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4JGRxIJ4a-g/s1600-h/P6240014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RpT0PJ5RXsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4JGRxIJ4a-g/s320/P6240014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085958420399480514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me changed my mind? That just life - people change when they are at different stage of life. Maybe I am old (not quite but old enough) and I want to feel belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;If u know about cats - they will &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purr"&gt;purr&lt;/a&gt; when they are happy, healthy and ready to be sociable. I don't know much about cats, but that's what my understanding is. My cats have just learned how to purr and they seems to be quite happy. I am happy that they will come to me for attentions and I feel warm myself to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe how happy I was to look at them to enjoy the food I prepared for them, happy and growing everyday. :) So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;My love for them is growing everyday - quite happy with the decision to adopt the cats in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-5916068677337061741?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/5916068677337061741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=5916068677337061741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5916068677337061741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5916068677337061741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-u-do-part-iii.html' title='What do u do? Part III'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RpT0PJ5RXsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4JGRxIJ4a-g/s72-c/P6240014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-7224573785902359252</id><published>2007-07-10T10:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:21:16.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A 5 Star++ restaurant in Mumbai</title><content type='html'>I just went to a restaurant with two friends in Mumbai - &lt;a href="http://www.tajhotels.com/FoodandWine/TAJ%20LANDS%20END,MUMBAI/Pure/default.htm"&gt;PURE&lt;/a&gt; at Taj Land Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say - the food was superb, wine was good, services were excellent and the head chef was quite good looking. :)&lt;br /&gt;No Complain except the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course by that I mean - Good things don't come cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this theory apply everywhere in the world - Good things don't come cheap, cheap things not good.&lt;br /&gt;By good things I mean literally GOOD. U might get some discount for your good-stuff you purchased, u feel worth the money. But worth-the-money doesn't mean cheap, that is because u could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mumbai this good-things-don't-come-cheap theory couldn't be more accurately described. Good restaurants are located at 5 stars hotel, expensive area (like the area bollywood stars stay), etc - oh no it wouldn't be cheap, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;What about other stuff apart from food? Yes - they are all expensive with the same theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u r far away,&lt;br /&gt;Still wanted the top-goods anyway;&lt;br /&gt;U just have to pay - aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-7224573785902359252?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/7224573785902359252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=7224573785902359252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7224573785902359252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7224573785902359252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-star-restaurant-in-mumbai.html' title='A 5 Star++ restaurant in Mumbai'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-8722238799660796247</id><published>2007-07-06T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:10:21.531+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving on with life</title><content type='html'>Often ppl will move on with life with a little help from "time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was once a friend told me, so quoting from him now - "Things seems very important and serious now, at time of occurrence, but it will fade and die down faster than u thought. This particular "incident" - if u might call it - will seems so insignificant when u look back in times. It will become a tiny little part of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...now I fully understand and agreed - All wounds will heal by itself, as time-goes-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I said it to make myself feel better. But anyway blessing to all and moving on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-8722238799660796247?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/8722238799660796247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=8722238799660796247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8722238799660796247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/8722238799660796247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-on-with-life.html' title='Moving on with life'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-7023540625468746356</id><published>2007-07-05T13:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:02:14.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Running Out</title><content type='html'>When u r far away at a country like India, u have to - I mean u have to stock-up on your favorite cosmetics brand! That would be my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cosmetics are running low.. and out soon.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have been smart enough to stock-up enough before I leave M'sia &amp; HKG, but I was wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are international brands available here - like Lancome, Clarins, H2O etc....&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I don't want to buy the cosmetics in India?&lt;br /&gt;1) There are way wayyyyy too expensive - (fxxk why the hell government taxed so much for imported goods?)&lt;br /&gt;2) I am using &lt;a href="http://www.herbaline.com.my/profile/index.html"&gt;Herbaline&lt;/a&gt; - wish to continue to use it, but will only substitute it for something that is not so ex. :p at least not the Indian price.&lt;br /&gt;3) then I am leave to no choice, but local brands - shhhhh - maybe other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of that "critical situation" of my cosmetics supply, I will have to stock-up from overseas. What to do when u r far away?&lt;br /&gt;1) Ask your beloved mummy to send to u - hihi&lt;br /&gt;2) Or travel overseas to get it yourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to travel myself. I will be going to Australia sometime in July/ Aug - yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my no.1 mission (cosmetics stock-up) I also need to do some shopping. India - nothing interesting about shopping. Been spending weeks looking around for some interesting shops - then I realized how I miss M'sia &amp;amp; Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are curious about India's life - do come and visit me some day. I have nothing to show u - but u will see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-7023540625468746356?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/7023540625468746356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=7023540625468746356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7023540625468746356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/7023540625468746356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/running-out.html' title='Running Out'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-5825089974068762415</id><published>2007-07-04T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:02:58.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Promises</title><content type='html'>How hard is it to keep your promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indian - it seems very hard.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the locksmith to come and repair the lock - for two days now - still missing in actions&lt;br /&gt;I asked the plummer to come and repair the leaking - for a week now - still missing in actions&lt;br /&gt;Other examples are like fixing the washing machine, dryer, AC, fan - I reckon I will need two months to get all these fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for them to keep their promise? I fully understand the traffic in India is horrible and very congested. But taking days and weeks to get to my apartment? That seems absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However living far away, in a different culture - U just have to cope with it - that just life.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute - do I go with the flow, or I fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RotXEJ5RXrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xukc_yCEh4o/s1600-h/P6210029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4LQwur7iiE/RotXEJ5RXrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xukc_yCEh4o/s320/P6210029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083252333304962738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Mumbai Sunset - with my "Hmmm India" look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-5825089974068762415?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/5825089974068762415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=5825089974068762415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5825089974068762415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/5825089974068762415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/keeping-promises.html' title='Keeping Promises'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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/_f4LQwur7iiE/RotXEJ5RXrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xukc_yCEh4o/s72-c/P6210029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6820395708312200557.post-6953406878230792678</id><published>2007-07-03T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:06:34.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do u do? - Part II</title><content type='html'>Hi.. here comes part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u do when u r far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U blog very often - like me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe home sick....&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how busy u r in the day - U just feel home sick. hmmm at least that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I started my blog here is also because I feel bored and home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt it so strongly before - even I travel and live in a lot of other countries before. Maybe that just happen in India.&lt;br /&gt;India is a challenging place - environment, culture and people - all seems so different from what I used to experience. Completely new to me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first arrived at the airport - believe me the no of dark color eyes starring at you were just too many like u wouldn't believe. What is it with all these ppl at the airport? And can u believe that the international airport is without air-condition?? Yes u heard me right. Maybe the government has to implement some extreme measures for cost saving. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I give up? No - I think I will stay and see how things goes. Ofter all this is an experience of a life time. Come on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-6953406878230792678?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/6953406878230792678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=6953406878230792678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6953406878230792678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/6953406878230792678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-u-do-part-ii.html' title='What do u do? - Part II'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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-6820395708312200557.post-1915479975238754356</id><published>2007-07-03T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:38:22.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do u do?</title><content type='html'>Like the title of the blog has suggested -&lt;br /&gt;What Do u Do when u r far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away from home, far away from your family and friends, far away from the places u r familiar with - like shopping mall, cosmetics, your favorite shoe brand, your favorite fashion etc...?&lt;br /&gt;Just what do u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of them. I have to admit I like to travel and work in different countries when I have the opportunities. I have traveled and live in - for the past 5 years - Sin, M'sia, Taiwan, Thailand, Hong Kong and China. Not too many but enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am living in a completely new environment - Mumbai, India.&lt;br /&gt;Just what the hell am I thinking to even come to India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing - Nothing at all - "obviously u haven't been thinking when u choose to come to India." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to ask myself - Just what do i do now when I am far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find out in my next blog. Until then "A-plus" - ( in French - it means see u)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6820395708312200557-1915479975238754356?l=whenurfaraway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/feeds/1915479975238754356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6820395708312200557&amp;postID=1915479975238754356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1915479975238754356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6820395708312200557/posts/default/1915479975238754356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenurfaraway.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-u-do.html' title='What do u do?'/><author><name>Oh Oh Oh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02122858942962597997</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>
