<?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-28986890</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:26:05.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration... Confusion... Quarter-life Crisis?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-4837555239173053868</id><published>2008-12-31T17:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:06:55.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time of the Year... Again</title><summary type='text'>Wow... it's been ages since I've blogged. Looking back on 2008, it's been a tumultuous year for the world.Major events in the world include:Australian government apologised to Australian aboriginals for the generations of discrimination. A bittersweet event. What's done is done. We can no longer turn back time on atrocities such as the Stolen Generation.Protests by the exiled Tibetan against </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4837555239173053868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4837555239173053868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4837555239173053868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4837555239173053868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That Time of the Year... Again'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-9152392939940477416</id><published>2008-11-11T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:22:46.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoonfed Nation</title><summary type='text'>Talk about spoonfeeding. Saw this signage at the NE MRT line, and I almost laughed out loud at the stupidity of it. I would think it commonsense that a person would try to look for a less crowded doorway if he/she wants to increase his/her chances of getting onto the train during peak hours, but obviously I am wrong. People like to be treated like game lemmings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/9152392939940477416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=9152392939940477416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9152392939940477416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9152392939940477416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/11/spoonfed-nation.html' title='Spoonfed Nation'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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/_gDu7fFAMc9g/SRjNJUQu5gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K_kuFBHqjPk/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-4787085516247463938</id><published>2008-10-21T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:16:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan - Resort</title><summary type='text'>I had fulfilled three quarters of my dream to travel with Craziblues, Yun and Tian. Left Singapore last Friday afternoon for Bintan with Craziblues and Yun.The experience wasn't much given we were cooped up in Nirwana Gardens Resort while there, and there was scant entertainment. The highlights of this trip is probably the 1.5 hr body massage that left us with oily hair and smelling of pepper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4787085516247463938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4787085516247463938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4787085516247463938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4787085516247463938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/10/bintan-resort.html' title='Bintan - Resort'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7379363427406230582</id><published>2008-09-13T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:17:18.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Standards</title><summary type='text'>I hate the service line with a passion. Well, maybe not service line in general, but definitely service line in Singapore hospitals. How people like my supervisors, university graduates, can be brain-washed into believing the service standards set out by the higher ups are the way to go is beyond my understanding.Basically, their idea of a good service is to bully the poorly educated, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7379363427406230582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7379363427406230582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7379363427406230582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7379363427406230582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/09/service-standards.html' title='Service Standards'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-9158463973705753639</id><published>2008-09-06T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:57:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Runs In the Family</title><summary type='text'>Brother: Eh do you know Cineleisure?Me: Yah, cinema in Orchard.Brother: You know how to get there?Me: Take MRT to Somerset.Brother: But where exactly is the place? Does the building have a name or something?Me: Don't know leh.Brother: My friend say it's in front of Famous Amos.Me: Got meh?Brother: There's a John Little there?Me: Yah, at Specialist Centre except Specialist Centre's not there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/9158463973705753639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=9158463973705753639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9158463973705753639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9158463973705753639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-runs-in-family.html' title='It Runs In the Family'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1190906156750267494</id><published>2008-08-31T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:56:02.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><summary type='text'>It was only yesterday that I had my last violin lesson. Today, I felt lost. It just feels weird not having to practise anymore for a lesson and suddenly I haven't an idea what I was suppose to do. I can continue practising Papini's Un Soir A Portici, and Vivaldi's Concerto for 2 violins in A minor (I suppose)... I wondered if this was how I felt when I stopped my piano lessons many years back. It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1190906156750267494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1190906156750267494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1190906156750267494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1190906156750267494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-2710304010502899552</id><published>2008-08-30T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:00:53.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>新加坡奇景在上小提琴课的路上看见了我想只能在新加坡才看得到的景观。一座组屋底层正在办马来婚礼，对面座则在办华人丧礼。白事撞红事。生活空间太小啦！</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2710304010502899552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2710304010502899552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2710304010502899552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2710304010502899552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7502035619350643811</id><published>2008-08-24T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:41:52.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics Bizarro</title><summary type='text'>So the coach fell sick. He is human after all, but that should not affect the performance of the athlete right? Well apparently not. So starts the blame game. It's the coach's fault for falling sick, the manager's fault for not finding a replacement coach etc etc.The way I look at it? If there's anybody to be blamed, Gao Ning, the player himself, should bear the (full) responsibility for losing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7502035619350643811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7502035619350643811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7502035619350643811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7502035619350643811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-bizarro.html' title='Olympics Bizarro'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-2316275065483494597</id><published>2008-08-18T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:23:03.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>妈妈说：“你的世界只有黑跟白。”我说：“是吗？”妈妈说：“因为你总是穿黑或白色衣服。”我：(!-_-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2316275065483494597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2316275065483494597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2316275065483494597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2316275065483494597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7104528042373144725</id><published>2008-08-12T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:08:57.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Elephant...</title><summary type='text'>Was reading the papers a couple of days back and I came across an article talking about Singapore's low birth rate (again). According to the author, incentives given by the government to encourage wedded couples to have children are really missing the elephant in the corner. He reckons women here want their husbands to help out more in housework and child raising. I suppose having the husband to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7104528042373144725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7104528042373144725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7104528042373144725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7104528042373144725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-elephant.html' title='Missing the Elephant...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6827567916304421706</id><published>2008-05-20T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:17:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook...</title><summary type='text'>I have many friends on it. Even my senior who does not know how to use instant messaging is on it. (!-_-)However, I am comforted when my brother replied "What Facebook?" after I asked him if he has friends who are on Facebook. lol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6827567916304421706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6827567916304421706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6827567916304421706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6827567916304421706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/05/facebook.html' title='Facebook...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4740791295000109805</id><published>2008-05-13T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:46:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Point</title><summary type='text'>This is a conversation between me and the HR assistant manager (HRAM).Me: Actually I would think red lights would show up at the Harrison's test I did when I came for the interview.HRAM: You mean the Harrison's Profile?Me: Yes. I mean the whole point of profiling potential employee was to see if their character fit the nature of the job isn't it?HRAM: Er... yes. (smiles) But you know the pharmacy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4740791295000109805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4740791295000109805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4740791295000109805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4740791295000109805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s The Point'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4106714020671641343</id><published>2008-05-09T07:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:08:08.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Done It Again...</title><summary type='text'>Went for another month without posting anything on my blog...Started lessons with a new piano teacher yesterday. I know... why did I change my piano teacher when I should be changing my violin teacher. Some clarification is needed here. I did not choose to change my piano teacher, my previous piano teacher felt that I require a better teacher to guide me if I want to perform to potential, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4106714020671641343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4106714020671641343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4106714020671641343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4106714020671641343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-done-it-again.html' title='I&apos;ve Done It Again...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7395155466666362662</id><published>2008-03-23T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:26:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am leaving for another hospital. Some may say this is 换汤不换药, guess what, I agree. You still see the same stupid patients, who cannot be bothered with their own health and finances, but at the very least I will have better staff welfare in the new work place and better pay. A small consolation while I work on my piano...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7395155466666362662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7395155466666362662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7395155466666362662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7395155466666362662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/03/departure.html' title='Departure'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-3751159588819965086</id><published>2008-03-11T09:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:26:43.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Degree</title><summary type='text'>This is a conversation that went on between me and my pharmacy assistant (PA) yesterday.PA: Eh, how many years you study to become a pharmacist? 3 yrs?Me: 4 yrs lor, and 1 year pre-reg training.PA: Eh I don't understand how come you have to go through these many years of university and still end up doing all these kind of s***.Me: Huh?!PA: I see my friend ah, graduate with a degree, just sit in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3751159588819965086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3751159588819965086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3751159588819965086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3751159588819965086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/03/worst-degree.html' title='The Worst Degree'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5178397485619484975</id><published>2008-03-08T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:51:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time No Enough</title><summary type='text'>I finally went back to taking formal piano lessons. Had my first lesson this Thurs and was very happy that I found an understanding teacher. Familiar words, familiar instrument. The experience was so different from my violin lessons which often left me feeling frustrated instead of motivated.Wanted to drop my violin lesson, but piano teacher encouraged me to continue citing that all instruments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5178397485619484975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5178397485619484975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5178397485619484975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5178397485619484975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-no-enough.html' title='Time No Enough'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4508452623237382161</id><published>2008-03-04T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:26:44.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inertia</title><summary type='text'>Losing the momentum to blog. Although there are many things I wanted to post here, but I just can't seem to get myself to type them out. Laziness. Somebody give me a "push"!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4508452623237382161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4508452623237382161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4508452623237382161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4508452623237382161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/03/inertia.html' title='Inertia'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1959650574547241246</id><published>2008-01-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:07:59.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 8th Day of Christmas...</title><summary type='text'>I made my first post for the year of 2008. Continue to expect sporadic postings on this blog until I get the hang of bowing a violin and stop getting distracted by my piano.Looking back on 2007, I had:Started my violin lessons.Worked through Bach's Prelude and Fugue in C major, and the first piece from his 2-part invention on the piano.Quit my full-time job, and worked part-time.Decided I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1959650574547241246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1959650574547241246' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1959650574547241246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1959650574547241246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-8th-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the 8th Day of Christmas...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-1415370044831168791</id><published>2007-12-14T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:48:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Haitus</title><summary type='text'>This is probably the longest break I have had on my blog... Yes, I am still alive, and no, I have not been abducted by any alien life-forms; I'll just kill them with the sounds I make with my violin if they dare to take me away from earth... On second thoughts, scrap that. I will probably appear stupid trying to play violin in space knowing well that sound waves cannot be conducted in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1415370044831168791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1415370044831168791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1415370044831168791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1415370044831168791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-haitus.html' title='On Haitus'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3055464779368844877</id><published>2007-11-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:07:37.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games...</title><summary type='text'>Found more interesting online games. Placed some links on the side bar.Hooked onto Super Crazy Guitar now. (^_^)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3055464779368844877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3055464779368844877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3055464779368844877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3055464779368844877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/11/games.html' title='Games...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3129317621096053234</id><published>2007-11-11T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:31:40.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greedy/ Gullible Singaporean</title><summary type='text'>It was in today's Sunday Times. A teacher was swindled of $61K by some Chinese syndicate. Apparently somebody called her up, telling her that she won some lottery/ lucky draw kind of thing from Hong Kong. The lure: $150K.First they got her to cough out $5K+ on the pretext that she was only allowed to claim the prize after paying the tax. I do not know how tax systems work in HK, but in Singapore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3129317621096053234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3129317621096053234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3129317621096053234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3129317621096053234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/11/greedy-gullible-singaporean.html' title='Greedy/ Gullible Singaporean'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-2521048094151519712</id><published>2007-11-04T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:13:46.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule of the Game</title><summary type='text'>Once again Singaporeans prove they are sore losers, especially parents with high expectations of their children. Just as I thought the recent spate of discussions on "difficult" PSLE Math questions, and GEP training classes died down, somebody has to go announce her daughter had an overall "fail" grade for her sec 2 year-end result because she failed her Higher Chinese.Quoting from her letter to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2521048094151519712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2521048094151519712' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2521048094151519712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2521048094151519712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/11/rule-of-game.html' title='Rule of the Game'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-5936277219494704412</id><published>2007-10-25T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:50:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump Rope</title><summary type='text'>While waiting for my injured ligament to completely heal for jogging, I have taken to jumping rope to maintain my stamina. Was doing an online search on jump rope techniques and I came upon an amazingly stupid product called the ropeless jump rope. I went to the JumpSnap website out of curiosity and I saw the most hilarious video featuring a bunch of people jumping to an imaginary rope. Think the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5936277219494704412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5936277219494704412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5936277219494704412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5936277219494704412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/jump-rope.html' title='Jump Rope'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7960418876251784607</id><published>2007-10-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:42:46.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Smart</title><summary type='text'>Permit me to be a narcissistic. I just realise I am a truly smart human being, and maybe that is why stupid people who pretend to be smart irritates me to no end.Take for example this civil servant (one of those on the pensioner scheme) who came to argue about the coverage of his calcium tablet. As of 1st July 2007, the ministry officially announced that non-standard medicines would no longer be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7960418876251784607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7960418876251784607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7960418876251784607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7960418876251784607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-smart.html' title='I Am Smart'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4099903001964203278</id><published>2007-10-22T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:00:01.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiasuism to the Boot</title><summary type='text'>What exactly is wrong with Singaporeans that practising kiasuism is like a national hobby?Parents complain about the stupid PSLE Math questions being too difficult. Get this straight. Your precious pumpkin ain't smart. If they are truly smart, they would not be crying shamelessly after the paper. Anyway, lousy genes begets lousy off springs.Then there was this idiotic woman who kept telling me "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4099903001964203278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4099903001964203278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4099903001964203278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4099903001964203278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/kiasuism-to-boot.html' title='Kiasuism to the Boot'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7933156157319230342</id><published>2007-10-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:55:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEP</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the gifted education programme aka GEP's in the limelight these days. Somebody wrote in to the forum "complaining" about an education centre that is offering training courses to help a child get into GEP. The author believes such courses are giving children unnecessary stress and it is not fair for those whose parents are not rich enough to send them to such courses. I will not go into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7933156157319230342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7933156157319230342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7933156157319230342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7933156157319230342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/gep.html' title='GEP'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7373035607967753902</id><published>2007-10-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:52:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Strategy</title><summary type='text'>Marketing strategies never fail to amaze me. Take Anlene milk powder for example. Previously the company claimed their milk powder contains phyto-K which is scientifically proven to improve calcium absorption. Out of curiosity I went to PubMed to do a quick search of the scientific journals. Nothing turned up from my search regarding phyto-K. That's right. It is all a marketing gimmick.Recently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7373035607967753902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7373035607967753902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7373035607967753902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7373035607967753902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/marketing-strategy.html' title='Marketing Strategy'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3636577616768643346</id><published>2007-10-17T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:55:38.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations @ Work</title><summary type='text'>I am frustrated. Doing the same thing day in day out. Calling up doctors to do the same intervention everyday. Just what is wrong with those stupid orthopedic doctors that they cannot drill into their heads that max glucosamine is 1500mg/day so if a tablet is 750mg/ tablet, the patient cannot be taking 3 tablets a day. You would think doctors should be able to do simple math, but they never cease</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3636577616768643346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3636577616768643346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3636577616768643346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3636577616768643346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/frustrations-work.html' title='Frustrations @ Work'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4745089447008707949</id><published>2007-10-07T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:23:46.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing...</title><summary type='text'>Stealing is stealing whether you do it in the real world or in a cyber world created by those who developed Diablo, right? Or maybe not. Was playing online Diablo out of boredom just now. Somebody joined the game I created and dropped some really good items on the ground which my brother promptly asked me to pick up. I know this is a cyber world and all these items are not really worth anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4745089447008707949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4745089447008707949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4745089447008707949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4745089447008707949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/stealing.html' title='Stealing...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4569056204574828869</id><published>2007-10-03T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:58:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprain</title><summary type='text'>Sprained my knee last Saturday. No wonder I was experiencing so much pain when walking down staircases. By Monday my knee was visibly swollen and I was not even able to bend my knee properly. In a twist of event yesterday, I felt my leg bone shifted when I walked down a slope. Voila! No more pain when I walked down the staircase this morning, but doctor's order was to stay away from high impact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4569056204574828869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4569056204574828869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4569056204574828869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4569056204574828869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/sprain.html' title='Sprain'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4020783173254892884</id><published>2007-10-03T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:35:03.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasa Sayang</title><summary type='text'>Malaysia and Indonesia are fighting. Over a song. According to the papers, Malaysia wanted to use the song, Rasa Sayang, in its tourism campaign but Indonesian government is trying to block that by claiming copyrights to the song.Pardon my ignorance, but Rasa Sayang sounds like a Malay folk song to me so why can't Malaysia use it in their tourism campaign? I am sure other people have used this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4020783173254892884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4020783173254892884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4020783173254892884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4020783173254892884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/rasa-sayang.html' title='Rasa Sayang'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3856988977895219894</id><published>2007-10-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:37:09.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>上星期你还来我这儿。11岁的你已情窦初开了吗？虽然妈妈说不能想念哥哥，你是否一直在偷偷想念他？我想也许是吧。不然听说哥哥走了你也不会小声地问：“难道哥哥就不会想念我吗？”可这回换我问你一句：“难道你不眷恋这个人生吗？” 这个答案我永远都不会知道了。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3856988977895219894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3856988977895219894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3856988977895219894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3856988977895219894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/10/11.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6263527973317645750</id><published>2007-09-30T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:36:42.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want This Right Too!</title><summary type='text'>My tech who is now doing her pharmacist pre-registration training in Canada called me a couple of days back. It was really good to hear from her considering she was not replying to my email and the last time it happened it was because she was hospitalised.She was scolded by a patient earlier in the day. What happened was the patient had completely filled med A from his prescription and came back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6263527973317645750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6263527973317645750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6263527973317645750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6263527973317645750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-this-right-too.html' title='I Want This Right Too!'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-574602873911085948</id><published>2007-09-25T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:43:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SBS Buses</title><summary type='text'>Ever noticed that some seats in SBS buses are not near any bus-bells? This is unlike TIBS buses which has 2 strips, one running along each side of the bus such that all the passengers can press to signal the bus driver that one is going to alight at the next bus-stop.Anywayz, it was unfortunate for me to sit at the seat with no easy access to the bus-bell today. So when nobody pressed the bell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/574602873911085948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=574602873911085948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/574602873911085948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/574602873911085948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/smrt-buses.html' title='SBS Buses'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1213096343173941422</id><published>2007-09-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:24:23.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Cards</title><summary type='text'>Shopping for a credit card is tiring business. After eliminating the black/ platiunum/ titanium or whatever-funny-metal cards, the average salaried worker like me is still spoiled for choice. Maybe I take this too seriously. Knowing the annual fees and card perks is not good enough for me. I still need to know if the card has got a grace period to pay up the credit before the interest starts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1213096343173941422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1213096343173941422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1213096343173941422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1213096343173941422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/credit-cards.html' title='Credit Cards'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4310008759241325758</id><published>2007-09-17T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:17:08.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Time</title><summary type='text'>The measurement of efficiency in service sectors. Bosses always hound on us when we have a poor waiting time in the pharmacy. They want us to form task groups to analyse and improve the waiting time. Little do they know that the real cause is because they had hired incompetent staff to begin with. Anyway, this is a story for another time.A dad wrote into the Straits Times forum to "complain" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4310008759241325758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4310008759241325758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4310008759241325758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4310008759241325758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/waiting-time.html' title='Waiting Time'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7937171953407047381</id><published>2007-09-15T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:59:37.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Are Just Born Stupid</title><summary type='text'>If anything happens, I can only say those people are just getting what they deserve. The Malaysian government issued a tsunami warning a couple of days back, but some people still choose to gather at the Penang coasts to see if the tsunami warning will come true. How duh can a person get really eludes me.If a tsunami really occurred on that fateful day, those idiots would have been fish food, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7937171953407047381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7937171953407047381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7937171953407047381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7937171953407047381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-people-are-just-born-stupid.html' title='Some People Are Just Born Stupid'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5073820407722575039</id><published>2007-09-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:51:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Download - Partie Trois</title><summary type='text'>Wanted to post this for some time, but as I posted earlier I was distracted by online detective games.Anyways, there has been no updates about the Odex saga. The last I read Odex was given a deadline to submit the necessary evidences for the appeal; evidences submitted to request for a court order to get the names of pacnet subscribers were ruled to be insufficient and nonsubstantial. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5073820407722575039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5073820407722575039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5073820407722575039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5073820407722575039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/anime-download-partie-trois.html' title='Anime Download - Partie Trois'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-72519703548050617</id><published>2007-09-09T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:37:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Must Be Catching Up</title><summary type='text'>Been forgetting little things here and there like where I placed my EZ-link card and mobile phone.  My mathematical skills aren't as sharp as they use to be, been relying too much on my calculator at work... but never fear, I can still mentally split the dinner bill when going out with friends. And I can still do quick estimated currency conversions. Also realise I have a harder time focusing on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/72519703548050617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=72519703548050617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/72519703548050617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/72519703548050617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/age-must-be-catching-up.html' title='Age Must Be Catching Up'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3328097099573130099</id><published>2007-09-07T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:17:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>做人要有自知自明。嗓子不好就不要在大庭广众高歌。丢了自己的脸到是小事一桩，苦坏了我们这些普罗大众那就不好。想练歌可在家中练，不要在巴士上练！</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3328097099573130099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3328097099573130099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3328097099573130099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3328097099573130099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4023862870191902392</id><published>2007-09-02T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:08:54.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted...</title><summary type='text'>Found some really interesting websites, and have been engaged in online detective games for the past couple of weeks. BBC has got some really good flash games. Unfortunately, they are dispersed throughout the whole BBC website with no proper classification for easy location.Go try them yourselves and see if you have what it takes to be part of the gumshoe community.http://playsleuth.com/http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4023862870191902392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4023862870191902392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4023862870191902392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4023862870191902392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/09/distracted.html' title='Distracted...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6797516718029430515</id><published>2007-08-31T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:02:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Downloading - Partie Deux</title><summary type='text'>Read my senior's copy of the New Paper today, and came across a one-page update on the latest Odex vs Anime Downloaders saga. Apparently now Odex has roped in the Japanese companies. These companies are going to give Odex the authority to take actions against the illegal downloaders. Odex just ain't going to give up.What I read next was like deja vu. Basically it was a plan on how to reduce </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6797516718029430515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6797516718029430515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6797516718029430515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6797516718029430515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/anime-downloading-partie-deux.html' title='Anime Downloading - Partie Deux'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4498978818095500153</id><published>2007-08-25T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:00:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Downloading - Partie Une</title><summary type='text'>Quite the hot topic these days especially for those who enjoyed watching japanese anime. ODEX is truly a pain in the arse. It claimed that its VCDs and DVDs are of good quality, but that is just crap. I have the evidence because my bro and I do own some of the VCDs by ODEX, but unfortunately I cannot post any video here else I be sued by ODEX for illegal distribution of licensed material. It also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4498978818095500153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4498978818095500153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4498978818095500153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4498978818095500153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/anime-downloading.html' title='Anime Downloading - Partie Une'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4100745200370190609</id><published>2007-08-19T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:22:52.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows</title><summary type='text'>Yes, Harry Potter's final book. I finished it in less than 24 hours, I only slept at 6 AM today. The gist of the story I know, but I guess I got to re-read at a slower pace later after I get more sleep so I can analyse the details...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4100745200370190609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4100745200370190609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4100745200370190609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4100745200370190609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/deathly-hallows.html' title='Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-8895033143886647008</id><published>2007-08-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:15:57.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairdressers to Me...</title><summary type='text'>Are like dentists to others. Going to the hairdresser is a torture, at least for me. Without fail I would be bombarded with a myriad of treatments, hair straightening, hair colouring options by the attending hairdresser. As such it is with great reluctance that I went to get my haircut at Kimage 2 days back.I was insulted by the hairdresser throughout the whole session. When she approached to ask</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/8895033143886647008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=8895033143886647008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8895033143886647008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8895033143886647008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairdressers-to-me.html' title='Hairdressers to Me...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5948975774962533753</id><published>2007-08-16T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:15:27.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Glitters Is Not Gold...</title><summary type='text'>And all who has a university degree is not intelligent. Yes, I can hear snickerings in the background, "You mean it took you this long to realise?" Not that I did not realise this sooner, just that the feeling is more acute these past couple of weeks.Tis the season to train pharmacists who just graduated from university again. Somehow every year you see some really ridiculous people who managed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5948975774962533753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5948975774962533753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5948975774962533753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5948975774962533753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold.html' title='All That Glitters Is Not Gold...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5490401701632468859</id><published>2007-08-12T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:18:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post National Day Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>The following conversation occurred at dinner today...Mom: Eh did you watch the NDP that day?Bro: No lah, whatever for? It's the same thing every year.Mom: Where got same? It's held at a different location.Bro: Aiyah, does it matter? It's still the same. Same march in, same program.(Mom shook her head and walked off)Me: (mumbling with my mouth full) Yah, and same fireworks.Bro: Hehe...After that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5490401701632468859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5490401701632468859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5490401701632468859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5490401701632468859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-national-day-thoughts.html' title='Post National Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4532817047971242390</id><published>2007-08-02T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:56:04.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Angry</title><summary type='text'>I've come to the conclusion that healthcare professionals are a bunch of angry people. Out of serious boredom, I googled "angry doctor" and "angry nurse". Guess pharmacists aren't the only people feeling angry. There are plenty of "angry doctor" blogs around, and one angry nurse blog.It just occurred to me that maybe we are feeling angry because we have no where to run; no escape from the stupid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4532817047971242390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4532817047971242390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4532817047971242390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4532817047971242390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-are-angry.html' title='We Are Angry'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-6565129631016888604</id><published>2007-07-30T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:30:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>昨晚...我梦见了南中。梦见我是学生时常走过的路。梦见我以前曾用过的教室。梦见我坐过的坐位。但教室是空荡荡的。昔日的同窗没有出现在梦中。最近常下雨，但梦里是晴天。没有南中湖，也没有南中瀑布。有点儿遗憾...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6565129631016888604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6565129631016888604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6565129631016888604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6565129631016888604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-5511032511248969534</id><published>2007-07-28T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:50:57.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Baby's Here!</title><summary type='text'>At long last my senior's daughter's born! *throws confetti*Bet my senior's over the moon now. (^o^)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5511032511248969534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5511032511248969534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5511032511248969534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5511032511248969534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-babys-here.html' title='And The Baby&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1336561606485654434</id><published>2007-07-17T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:38:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Change... Again.</title><summary type='text'>Was having my breakfast that I overheard a discussion on climate change on FM 95.8. Of course this time it was discussing something closer to home: our erratic weather and its impact on Singaporeans.Really can't help being cynical when I heard that. Singaporeans are a complacent bunch. They sit at the bottom of the well, thinking the water is going to last a long long time. Even if the water may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1336561606485654434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1336561606485654434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1336561606485654434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1336561606485654434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/climate-change-again.html' title='Climate Change... Again.'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6692543631587506932</id><published>2007-07-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:07:18.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar...</title><summary type='text'>Argh! Grammar's hard. No I'm not talking about English grammar. It's just amazing how easy languages are when you pick them up as a kid. You don't try to rationalise the language system; you simply embrace it as it is.My bro's now studying basic Jap during his special semester, so I pick up his text book once in awhile to teach myself basic Jap too. When it comes to Jap grammar particles... I got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6692543631587506932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6692543631587506932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6692543631587506932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6692543631587506932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/grammar.html' title='Grammar...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5010149350102131636</id><published>2007-07-08T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:33:12.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Citizen</title><summary type='text'>Do your part and make waste.Life is easier when you lighten your load.Do not seek to know everything, and do not seek to conduct matters of your own accord.And that's how you can be a fellow/ upstanding citizen in Romdeau, the fictional city in Ergo Proxy. You simply follow orders. Do not think too much. Don't even think about questioning the authority. Be one of the unthinking masses and you can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5010149350102131636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5010149350102131636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5010149350102131636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5010149350102131636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/fellow-citizen.html' title='Fellow Citizen'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-2875164318039153874</id><published>2007-07-06T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:42:12.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmetics</title><summary type='text'>Everybody is doing it. Cosmetic projects.Projects done for show, just to make sure there is something to fill the pages at the yearly appraisal.Projects done to please the management so they can brag to others their staff are highly motivated to improve everything and anything.Projects done to cover up problems instead of solving them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2875164318039153874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2875164318039153874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2875164318039153874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2875164318039153874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/cosmetics.html' title='Cosmetics'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1105206129470627637</id><published>2007-07-01T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:56:17.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming...</title><summary type='text'>Wonders of technology. Been watching anime online the past couple of weeks. Finished watching Rahxephon, currently keeping a look out for the latest episode on Claymore and wondering if I should go past episode 1 for Bakumatsu Kikansetsu Irohanihoheto and Busou Renkin. Oh, I forgot, there's Ergo Proxy as well but I only managed to get to episode 2; too cheem for my puny brain to process more than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1105206129470627637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1105206129470627637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1105206129470627637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1105206129470627637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/07/streaming.html' title='Streaming...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3353607938851671093</id><published>2007-06-24T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:38:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magna Carta: Tears of BLood</title><summary type='text'>Replaying one of my old PS2 games. Still the same opinion. Storyline is good, but it's a game where guys have boobs and girls have bigger and drooping boobs ie character design is lousy. Well, at least the game designers did not forget there is such a thing as gravity.o.O</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3353607938851671093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3353607938851671093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3353607938851671093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3353607938851671093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/06/magna-carta-tears-of-blood.html' title='Magna Carta: Tears of BLood'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3187193950510324601</id><published>2007-06-16T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:53:33.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Culture</title><summary type='text'>Haha... If my mom knows I'm still blogging instead of getting my sorry arse out of the house to shop, she'll probably nag at me. I need a pair of jeans.There was an interesting article on food in my bro's copy of Time magazine so I thought I'd just laze my afternoon away reading that. What really caught me was the article on the many different flavours Maggi actually produces for different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3187193950510324601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3187193950510324601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3187193950510324601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3187193950510324601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-culture.html' title='Food Culture'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-112632077457545621</id><published>2007-06-16T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:30:35.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updates</title><summary type='text'>Have not been blogging regularly, so here's some updates on what is going and had gone on recently...I passed my pharmacy competency test. Yah, and as Tytianne and Yun put it, I am certified competent for another year.Drank chilled sake with Yun and Tytianne. It was not much but I still end up turning red. Then again, I have an impaired acetaldehyde dehydrogenase system, so no matter what I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/112632077457545621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=112632077457545621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/112632077457545621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/112632077457545621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-8478940914592189884</id><published>2007-06-16T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:13:28.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have...</title><summary type='text'>包包脸, then you've got to use 包 - Essence. Man, can't they at least get somebody who can pronounce properly to do the ad...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/8478940914592189884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=8478940914592189884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8478940914592189884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8478940914592189884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-have.html' title='If You Have...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6344323477682220575</id><published>2007-06-10T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:54:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!</title><summary type='text'>We've finally finished painting the house... well, not the whole house. There's still the balcony, but that's just a small area and wouldn't take more than 2 hours to finish. :DIt was tiring, but it was fun too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6344323477682220575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6344323477682220575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6344323477682220575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6344323477682220575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-9134010777050951812</id><published>2007-06-01T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:16:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconception</title><summary type='text'>If you have read the Straits Times yesterday, you will know news about our healthcare system appeared on the front page yet again. It was talking about how people with means to stay in B2 class and above are choosing to stay in C class wards thus increasing the financial burden on the restructured hospitals.Somebody, can't remember who, commented that people are choosing to stay in C class wards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/9134010777050951812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=9134010777050951812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9134010777050951812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9134010777050951812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/06/misconception.html' title='Misconception'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-2818803825812021882</id><published>2007-05-29T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:45:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are a Sad Bunch</title><summary type='text'>Read in the papers the other day regarding more Singaporeans wanting to continue working post-retirement compared to the global trends. It was 6 in 10 Singaporeans wanting to work post-retirement compared to 4 in 10 on the global scale.Of course, some of the reasons for wanting to work post-retirement I can fully understand. Eg. wanting to keep in touch with friends and colleagues, continuing in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2818803825812021882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2818803825812021882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2818803825812021882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2818803825812021882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-sad-bunch.html' title='We Are a Sad Bunch'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4011176204976712915</id><published>2007-05-19T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:04:11.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Down Memory Land Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Family is planning on painting my brother's room tomorrow and my bro and I had to help my mom clear all the clutter on top of the cupboard. Found a suitcase full of toys, and as we dug more into my bro's cupboard, we found more toys. Well, some of them were actually mine. They brought back fond/funny memories. Decided to take some pictures of the toys, as we had to throw some of them away. Such a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4011176204976712915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4011176204976712915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4011176204976712915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4011176204976712915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-down-memory-land-part-1.html' title='Going Down Memory Land Part 1'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_gDu7fFAMc9g/Rk6tAdXKkEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NKzhOywhu34/s72-c/Img_0458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-456929597800865205</id><published>2007-05-18T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:06:39.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><summary type='text'>The test is over. The ordeal of having to study just about anything under the sky is not a joke. Compound that with the fact that it's a closed book test, with no drug reference index allowed. No comments about the test man. Some of the questions are really (o.O).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/456929597800865205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=456929597800865205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/456929597800865205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/456929597800865205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4799125312567239691</id><published>2007-05-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:37:19.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><summary type='text'>Received my income tax statement today. First thing to cry about is I have to pay $100 more than last year. Next thing to cry about is I still have not receive my last month's pay and the hospital intends on delaying for another month then happily cap the employer CPF contribution to the first $4500 earned. In case you still don't understand, they are trying to cheat me of 1 month's CPF money (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4799125312567239691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4799125312567239691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4799125312567239691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4799125312567239691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7451435119485221813</id><published>2007-05-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:20:23.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis</title><summary type='text'>Somebody commented my last few posts were long as if I am trying to write my thesis. Well, it's kind of hard trying to control the length of the post especially when I have plenty to write on the topic. Anyway, I don't want to be accused of making sweeping statements, so I have to substantiate my comments and, as you probably guessed by now, that was how my posts ended up that long.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7451435119485221813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7451435119485221813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7451435119485221813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7451435119485221813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/thesis.html' title='Thesis'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3250289215432594291</id><published>2007-05-07T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:33:52.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Salaryman</title><summary type='text'>Bought a book by this title on Labour Day and finally finished reading it last Saturday. Book was actually quite engaging and accurate of the Japanese culture given that it was written by an ang moh, Fiona Campbell. Yes, I can hear people asking, just as Tytianne had asked, how come an ang moh is writing about the Japanese. Well, I can say the same for an ang moh writing about the crown princess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3250289215432594291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3250289215432594291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3250289215432594291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3250289215432594291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-of-salaryman.html' title='Death of a Salaryman'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-93241502900453132</id><published>2007-05-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:39:52.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 3</title><summary type='text'>This is the 2nd time I am attempting to write this. A few hours back when I was typing away, something happened to my browser and it shut down by itself leaving me aghast at the loss of my post. Now that I have calmed down, I will attempt to write my piece on Spiderman 3.I will be frank and tell you not to waste your money. If you really really want to watch spiderman, go on a weekday, at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/93241502900453132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=93241502900453132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/93241502900453132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/93241502900453132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3.html' title='Spiderman 3'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7312112871080966676</id><published>2007-05-05T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:56:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Boss...</title><summary type='text'>Dear Boss, CEO, COOs, and whoever-thought-the-project-was-good,You are in need of serious rest, and I do mean rest. Just rock yourself in a rocking chair and stare into blank space, if you want some comic effect you can let some spit dribble out of your mouth. Apparently lack of rest has severely clouded your judgement. No use denying you made a faulty judgement. If you had thought pharmacy store</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7312112871080966676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7312112871080966676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7312112871080966676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7312112871080966676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/05/dear-boss.html' title='Dear Boss...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7206461115487724021</id><published>2007-04-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:28:24.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying the Price</title><summary type='text'>Too many reports of students doing stupid things and losing their lives as a result of their stupidity. What's so fascinating about "tau pok" that drives a group of students to render their classmate in a coma. And what makes the students think they can beat the flow of the fast moving waters in the canal given none of them are actually strong swimmers to begin with.My mom asked me if I did all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7206461115487724021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7206461115487724021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7206461115487724021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7206461115487724021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/paying-price.html' title='Paying the Price'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6758744964031867858</id><published>2007-04-25T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:00:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat!</title><summary type='text'>Yah, caused the bus driver to sweat big time this morning. He was in the process of closing the front door, but at that very moment I took my first step through the door. Knowing that the door was about to close onto me, I sort of panicked for a second before I instinctively followed through with the motion of boarding the bus albeit completing the action in a shorter amount of time.Well, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6758744964031867858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6758744964031867858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6758744964031867858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6758744964031867858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweat.html' title='Sweat!'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-9052291623281591333</id><published>2007-04-20T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:41:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech</title><summary type='text'>Virginia Tech massacre. Despite what has happened, American leaders are still divided in their opinions on firearms sale. Many continue to support the stupid notion of "the right of the people to keep and bear arms", but of course the underlying agenda is because these leaders were elected in due to their support for firearms sales. To turn tail now, and say they support the ban on sale of guns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/9052291623281591333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=9052291623281591333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9052291623281591333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/9052291623281591333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-apt.html' title='Virginia Tech'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-205276771457065611</id><published>2007-04-14T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:01:18.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Still At It</title><summary type='text'>This is my 200th post on this blog. Didn't think this blog will last this long considering I never had the habit of keeping a diary for long.Saw my brother's Time magazine lying around this morning and I saw this title "Why America's Army Is At the Breaking Point". First thing that came to mind is, "You mean we are still on this issue?" Did we not establish this point long time ago? Even if the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/205276771457065611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=205276771457065611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/205276771457065611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/205276771457065611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-were-still-at-it.html' title='And We&apos;re Still At It'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1532070533016638084</id><published>2007-04-12T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:38:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inactivity</title><summary type='text'>Have not been very active on my blog. Have been spending most of my free time playing the piano instead. Used to dislike Bach when I was taking piano lessons. His pieces look simple but technically not simple because you have to take into consideration Bach played the harpsichord not the piano, so in order to play the pieces as Bach played, you have to hone your fingering techniques in order to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1532070533016638084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1532070533016638084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1532070533016638084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1532070533016638084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/inactivity.html' title='Inactivity'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-560070993686015351</id><published>2007-04-08T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:05:13.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>神奇的 CharcoalHad this Oolong water bottle that started smelling funny when my mom put ginseng water into it. Kind of puts me off reusing it, but I liked the bottle so I came up with this bright idea of using charcoal tablets to remove the smell. Anyway, charcoal's also used in stoma bags to help remove the smell of waste products from the body so I am just riding on the same principle.Although I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/560070993686015351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=560070993686015351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/560070993686015351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/560070993686015351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/charcoal-had-this-oolong-water-bottle.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4617828067370386470</id><published>2007-04-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:50:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugues</title><summary type='text'>Why do fugues have to be so d*** difficult?! Been stuck playing Bach's Well-tempered Clavier Fugue in C major. And I really mean stuck. Was not able to get past bar 6 without distorting the whole piece... and I was so looking forward to completing the fugue so I can move on to Prelude and Fugue in C minor...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4617828067370386470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4617828067370386470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4617828067370386470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4617828067370386470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/fugues.html' title='Fugues'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4493187573624836224</id><published>2007-04-07T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:55:28.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>Had a farewell dinner with my tech on Thursday. Although there were only 8 of us, we were a rowdy bunch. I correct myself, only 7 of us were rowdy. My senior was his usual quiet self. Had a great time. I took more candid photos. Even had one which my senior was not having a constipated smile. LolAnyway, this is really goodbye. I know my tech says she has a flat here in Singapore so she will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4493187573624836224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4493187573624836224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4493187573624836224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4493187573624836224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-goodbye.html' title='This is Goodbye'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_gDu7fFAMc9g/Rhb5nrqvXaI/AAAAAAAAABg/hyz9C4NUWF4/s72-c/Img_0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-4830460063367456048</id><published>2007-04-04T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:35:44.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wallet!</title><summary type='text'>Lost my wallet again. No not the one that I use in Singapore, the one I brought with me twice to Japan. The first time I lost it was soon after I came back from my Jap trip in 2003. Tried looking for it for 3 years, but fate brought it back to me only last year, slightly more than a month before I left for Hokkaido. I took that as a sign for me to go Japan. Then again, with or without that wallet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4830460063367456048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4830460063367456048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4830460063367456048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4830460063367456048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-wallet.html' title='My Wallet!'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3531255730334206074</id><published>2007-04-02T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:53:54.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMK Hub</title><summary type='text'>Went there yesterday to get a present for my tech who is leaving for Canada. Commented to Tytianne that the name "AMK Hub" reminds me of Bangkok's MBK without the word "hub". So much for creativity in naming a shopping complex just by abbreviating the name of the area it is located in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3531255730334206074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3531255730334206074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3531255730334206074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3531255730334206074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/amk-hub.html' title='AMK Hub'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-8051814403427346715</id><published>2007-04-01T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:03:34.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candid Shots</title><summary type='text'>Haha... got candid shots of my senior and tech the other day. Was suppose to take a group photo of the staff in my section, unfortunately 心有余力不足. Whenever we tried taking a group photo, some patient would come. Working shifts also meant my other tech and I left earlier than the other two. Oh well... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/8051814403427346715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=8051814403427346715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8051814403427346715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8051814403427346715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/04/candid-shots.html' title='Candid Shots'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_gDu7fFAMc9g/Rg70gKIHLFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/e9CuBcKZxdY/s72-c/Img_0445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-2369593857351523318</id><published>2007-03-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:27:08.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>病人有分好人或坏人吗?这是《奇迹》里问的问题。我的答案：有。病人当然有分好坏，但是身为医护人员的我们没得选择。不管好坏都得救。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2369593857351523318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2369593857351523318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2369593857351523318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2369593857351523318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1296549475810083214</id><published>2007-03-27T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:34:17.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What More Is There To Be Done?</title><summary type='text'>Somebody fell off the stairs in Esplanade. She died. Family commented more should be done to boost the architectural safety of the Esplanade such that a similar accident does not happen again. Problem: Esplanade is architecturally safe as determined by the authorities; each carpeted step (of each theatre) has a strip of light to illuminate it, and there is a handrail at the side for people to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1296549475810083214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1296549475810083214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1296549475810083214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1296549475810083214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-what-more-is-there-to-be-done.html' title='So What More Is There To Be Done?'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5276606129143164560</id><published>2007-03-23T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:03:37.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncontactable</title><summary type='text'>Forgot to charge my phone so I was basically not contactable for the whole day. Was kind of worried at first, but decided the world would still continue turning with or without the handphone. After all, I am the master of the handphone and not the other way round.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5276606129143164560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5276606129143164560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5276606129143164560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5276606129143164560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/uncontactable.html' title='Uncontactable'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7689127371968081451</id><published>2007-03-23T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:59:31.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>伟大的父母Recently found out about the life story of a renal patient. She was born in China and then adopted by her current Singaporean parents when she was 6 months old. Unbeknownst to her current parents, her biological mother is hepatitis B positive and I guess in the less developed parts of China they still do not regularly vaccinate the infants when they are born to hepatitis B positive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7689127371968081451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7689127371968081451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7689127371968081451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7689127371968081451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/recently-found-out-about-life-story-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3321570593720794333</id><published>2007-03-22T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:32:16.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny to Death</title><summary type='text'>Thought this is really funny. Read in the papers regarding the sale of Viagra tablets. Only thing is this is Viagra for the dead. Somebody came up with this bright idea of producing paper Viagra so that people can burn them to their dead relatives in hope they continue to have a good sex life in the underworld. Talk about being horny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3321570593720794333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3321570593720794333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3321570593720794333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3321570593720794333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/horny-to-death.html' title='Horny to Death'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1231714567893984389</id><published>2007-03-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:39:24.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling... Yet Again</title><summary type='text'>Complains... Some psycho patient was so paranoid about the potassium content in the glucosamine capsule we dispensed him that he called almost everyday to bug my senior about it. Problem is the potassium content is very low and I mean very low. It's about 2mmol per capsule, but patient insisted he felt his potassium had increased after taking the glucosamine for 2 days. Basically, he wanted the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1231714567893984389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1231714567893984389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1231714567893984389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1231714567893984389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/rambling-yet-again.html' title='Rambling... Yet Again'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-2489674517676206915</id><published>2007-03-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:25:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><summary type='text'>Been working for 3 days now... as freelance. Yah, the HR called up last Mon asking when I can start working yada yada. To be frank, it feels good to be back to work. Being freelance means I don't have all the peripheral duties to do such as being A&amp;E standby and oncall duties. Such life is a bliss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2489674517676206915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2489674517676206915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2489674517676206915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2489674517676206915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3818334341744094638</id><published>2007-03-11T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:13:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Still a Kid</title><summary type='text'>My junior, yeah my J.U.N.I.O.R, in pharmacy said I'm still a kid. Was complaining to her the other day about how I cannot stand it when patients lie to get what they want. Her reply was, "You've been a pharmacist for 3 yrs and you still feel 心理不平衡?! So like a kid."What has this got to do with being a kid anyway. We've all been taught in school and at home that lying is morally wrong. MORALLY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3818334341744094638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3818334341744094638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3818334341744094638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3818334341744094638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-im-still-kid.html' title='So I&apos;m Still a Kid'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7768601914653831555</id><published>2007-03-11T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:19:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Something That Works</title><summary type='text'>Was out with Yun just now and I bought a bottle of styling gel/jelly/whatever-it-is that claims it will give you smooth straight hair. Okay, the ends of the hair at the back of my head is still curling, but at the very least my fringe and the rest of my hair is not. I can never achieve that with just plain blow drying, so I'm not complaining.Call me a vain pot, but I've been battling curlies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7768601914653831555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7768601914653831555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7768601914653831555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7768601914653831555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-something-that-works.html' title='Finally Something That Works'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-5617869428449688296</id><published>2007-03-09T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:44:22.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你体质本来就很弱Went to see chinese sinsei today regarding my cough. Yah, I've been coughing since CNY till now. Actually I had an upper respiratory tract infection which cleared up pretty fast, but my respiratory tract has always been hypersensitive so there will be continued mucus production although the infection has already cleared up.Since this was quite similar to the previous time, which was last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/5617869428449688296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=5617869428449688296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5617869428449688296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/5617869428449688296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-see-chinese-sinsei-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-8207847921873225655</id><published>2007-03-09T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:26:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Flicker Flick F---------*</title><summary type='text'>My CRT monitor died in its sleep. Was still fine when I was using it yesterday afternoon. Well, fine may not be the most appropriate way of describing. It was giving the ocassional flicker and I know there was something wrong, just did not want to let my dad know else he will start telling me to get a LCD monitor etc etc.Well, now that it's dead, I am not left with any choice. At least it died </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/8207847921873225655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=8207847921873225655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8207847921873225655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/8207847921873225655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/flicker-flick-f.html' title='*Flicker Flick F---------*'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1478217676712696278</id><published>2007-03-07T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:57:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>没有工作的日子我在...1. 上网读在线漫画。现在迷上了今市子的《百鬼夜行抄》。已经读到第十三册，还有多一册就读玩了。基本上都在画些有关日本民间流传的鬼阿，神阿。好笑的地方就在于故事主人翁与家人和他的式神的互动。2. 看平时不能看的电视节目如 Kids Central 的卡通。真怀念读书的日子。3. 打电动。找了一些以前买了可是没玩过的电动游戏来打发时间。4. 不做以上三项时，就睡觉。还好下个星期一就要开始工作了不然我真的会疯掉。二月的薪水都还没汇进我的户头，所以现在也不能老往外跑，钱还是得省着点。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1478217676712696278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1478217676712696278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1478217676712696278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1478217676712696278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4455390084751491049</id><published>2007-03-06T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:03:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>年才刚过...怎么又梦见过年。而且还是下着大雪的新年。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4455390084751491049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4455390084751491049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4455390084751491049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4455390084751491049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-2470900015006429196</id><published>2007-03-02T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:35:19.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead, Just Blame Us</title><summary type='text'>Yup, we are the culprits. We are a major contributor to the declining birthrate in Singapore because we have doggedly stayed single. Can you blame us? Or at the very least, can you blame me?Look at my working hours. If I work the early shift, I end work at 6PM. That gives me s.o.m.e time to go out with friends. Not for long because I will need to be home by 10PM else I would not be able to sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/2470900015006429196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=2470900015006429196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2470900015006429196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/2470900015006429196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-ahead-just-blame-us.html' title='Go Ahead, Just Blame Us'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28986890.post-975543019934701588</id><published>2007-03-01T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:15:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><summary type='text'>I'm officially out of job now. Starting my first day of rest, and hoping I can get use to it. Yah, I know I was suppose to start working freelance, but there was some problem with the terms of employment. Anyway, I am feeling half-hearted about working freelance at where I am working now.Tired of all the screw-ups...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/975543019934701588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=975543019934701588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/975543019934701588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/975543019934701588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/03/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-7572057467513119826</id><published>2007-02-25T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:41:36.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again...</title><summary type='text'>It's oncall duty time. Again. As of now, I still have 22 hrs 30 mins left of my call. Tomorrow, I'll be a free woman. No more A&amp;E duties. No more oncalls.I would not say this oncall duty is bad, but being oncall makes me sweat big time when you get paged to do mathematical calculations. Make no mistakes, I am good in my maths. However, I do sweat big time when I get paged at 1 AM by an ICU staff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/7572057467513119826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=7572057467513119826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7572057467513119826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/7572057467513119826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-4812301641460212161</id><published>2007-02-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:36:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>这个人长得很油条Sounds funny? I think so too, but that was how my senior described people who are 老奸巨猾.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/4812301641460212161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=4812301641460212161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4812301641460212161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/4812301641460212161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/02/sounds-funny-i-think-so-too-but-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-1539257745629355315</id><published>2007-02-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:34:17.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Pearls Before the Swine</title><summary type='text'>I know I've ranted and raved about people who kept bashing the service standards in Singapore. Heck, somebody just said I am rude today, but how am I suppose to keep my cool when I am fighting a cold on top of doing oncall duty after office hours, and this idiot took a queue number from my counter and asked me if she should turn the corner and pick up her medicine from another counter. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/1539257745629355315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=1539257745629355315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1539257745629355315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/1539257745629355315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/02/casting-pearls-before-swine.html' title='Casting Pearls Before the Swine'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-6136281658185868172</id><published>2007-02-22T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:36:00.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again...</title><summary type='text'>Everybody says I have been eating too much during the Chinese New Year (CNY), people blame the bah kwas and biscuits etc etc. To be frank, I have not even tasted a single piece of bah kwa this year, and biscuits? I hardly lived up to my name of "吃不停" this time round. I probably can count the pieces of biscuits I ate, and my container of kueh bankit, even with my bro's help, is still half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/6136281658185868172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=6136281658185868172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6136281658185868172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/6136281658185868172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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-28986890.post-3077161430807734920</id><published>2007-02-21T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:43:25.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In the Genes...</title><summary type='text'>Somebody commented how plastic surgery is like a national obsession for Koreans. Most women would have gone under the knife at some point in their lives to make themselves look "more beautiful". Even the male population are catching up with plastic surgery. This brought back memory of a comment made by my half Jap, half Taiwanese tour guide: Koreans who did not undergo plastic surgery look ugly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/feeds/3077161430807734920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28986890&amp;postID=3077161430807734920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3077161430807734920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28986890/posts/default/3077161430807734920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustrations-quarterlifecrisis.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-in-genes.html' title='It&apos;s In the Genes...'/><author><name>Yamosh</name><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>
