<?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-10436898</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:14:44.586+08:00</updated><category term='Insaner Ones'/><category term='Source of Life'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='Opp-Com'/><category term='advent'/><category term='Hard Knocks'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10436898.post-6781603448424220051</id><published>2007-08-29T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:35:38.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata!</title><summary type='text'>*sings terribly off key*All my bags are packed, I'm ready to goI'm standin' here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbye(pause)A whole new worldA dazzling place I never knew(pause)Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/6781603448424220051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=6781603448424220051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/6781603448424220051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/6781603448424220051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/08/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata!'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-737361173942922026</id><published>2007-08-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:36:36.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Knocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opp-Com'/><title type='text'>Please</title><summary type='text'>I know I have been silent for a long while now, my draft posts have been stacking up. I have been swamped and there is a new development – all will be revealed in due course.    Today, there is a different agenda.     As I see you sitting there, my mind races to find something to say or do. I know I’ve put my foot into my mouth more than once, and I am sorry.    It hurts me to see you in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/737361173942922026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=737361173942922026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/737361173942922026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/737361173942922026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/08/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-3549430947484322582</id><published>2007-07-22T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:00:43.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Dwarfed</title><summary type='text'>I met my boss’ kids for the first time recently and my shaky confidence was tested and it did not really hold its ground. They are both a little younger than me, yet I was utterly intimated by them. In some sense, one of them is studying to go into the same field that I am also trained for. I was suddenly so conscientious of my every move, word and my “work” that the kid was reading. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/3549430947484322582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=3549430947484322582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3549430947484322582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3549430947484322582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/07/dwarfed.html' title='Dwarfed'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-3426641016300354</id><published>2007-06-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:59:17.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>The Art Of Listening</title><summary type='text'>Will people ever really listen?    It is so infuriating to hear my superiors tell me that something is wrong, after I have said it many times before and kept bringing it up to their attention. Regardless of how many times I try to remind them, or show that them that we are missing huge chucks of a project, they always choose to see it at the last moment.    As if suddenly, a great light has dawn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/3426641016300354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=3426641016300354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3426641016300354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3426641016300354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/06/art-of-listening.html' title='The Art Of Listening'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-4623322450728906545</id><published>2007-06-19T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:41:58.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opp-Com'/><title type='text'>Icy Cold</title><summary type='text'>After stewing over it for so many days – I have finally come to a decision. This post, in its entirety, will serve as my closure. You will probably never read it, but this time it is about me for once.    I have done everything in my capabilities to do my best by you. Unfortunately, you think the world revolves around you. I am not here for you to take it out upon whenever things do not go your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/4623322450728906545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=4623322450728906545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4623322450728906545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4623322450728906545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/06/icy-cold.html' title='Icy Cold'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-2829826839587422906</id><published>2007-06-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:08:31.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>One Of The Many</title><summary type='text'>I am back doing the idiot mindless work again.    I am unsure if I can take it. Just a while ago, I was put back in my element. As I stood there, I felt like I was home, I felt happier and comfortable. Even my boss looked at me and went – You look right at home. This is your domain.     One of the many things swimming in my head is – why in the world did I switch companies when this one is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/2829826839587422906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=2829826839587422906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2829826839587422906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2829826839587422906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-many.html' title='One Of The Many'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-3461808971330124351</id><published>2007-06-12T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:36:34.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>A Juggler’s Life</title><summary type='text'>My head hurts.    It’s in turmoil. I know I have many decisions to make, but I cannot seem to find an answer to any of them. Maybe it is because I am thinking about it all at the same time. I guess it does not help to have new things constantly added to the pile.    As my friend said, I cannot be responsible for everyone’s problems. Regardless, I feel responsible for a lot of things and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/3461808971330124351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=3461808971330124351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3461808971330124351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3461808971330124351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/06/jugglers-life.html' title='A Juggler’s Life'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-7882239390872550960</id><published>2007-06-07T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:18:48.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Toys And Stresses</title><summary type='text'>I have been crazy busy thanks to a huge project at work. But something snapped last night, so I hope I will be alright.    Today, I am a very very very gleeful person. I realised how many toys I have this month! As of Monday, I had got myself something from the recent PC show and a huge black and white thing. Today, my wonderful new toy I have been waiting two weeks for arrived. I was skipping in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/7882239390872550960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=7882239390872550960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7882239390872550960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7882239390872550960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/06/toys-and-stresses.html' title='Toys And Stresses'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-2744303016787243211</id><published>2007-06-06T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:18:36.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Tis Is Bad For Business</title><summary type='text'>One would think it is common sense not to put an ad /directions or anything relating to your business on a trash can.Maybe common sense is not so common after all.PS - Please forgive the grainy image, I had forgotten to bring my camera out. Phone cameras will never cut it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/2744303016787243211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=2744303016787243211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2744303016787243211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2744303016787243211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-would-think-it-is-common-sense-not.html' title='Tis Is Bad For Business'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-7325209138241547470</id><published>2007-05-28T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:42:25.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Oh, Tis Is Heaven</title><summary type='text'>This is for my dear cousin. Excuse the grainy image, I didn’t have my camera with me.        Who says there isn’t a tub of Dublin Mudslide!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/7325209138241547470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=7325209138241547470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7325209138241547470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7325209138241547470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-for-my-dear-cousin.html' title='Oh, Tis Is Heaven'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-1378716179388339935</id><published>2007-05-18T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T11:30:22.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Service Standards, Or The Lack Of</title><summary type='text'>I have always been the sort of person, who would try everything once. It has paid off handsomely, mostly.     But at times like this, I wish I wasn’t so adventurous.    BZ and I decided to catch up over dinner mainly because she was dying to see my new spanking hair. I had to go down to Vivo to run some errands and I wanted to see water… Yes, water; I know am lacking at least a couple of screws. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/1378716179388339935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=1378716179388339935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/1378716179388339935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/1378716179388339935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/05/service-standards-or-lack-of.html' title='Service Standards, Or The Lack Of'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-7135900564929063630</id><published>2007-05-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:46:53.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Knocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Unusual People</title><summary type='text'>While waiting for my transport home, I let my mind wander – not always a good idea, but it seem like a good idea this time. For some reason, it chose to venture into the realm of my mentors.    They are as different as night and day, yet to me they fulfilled a similar role – albeit two extremes of that role.     The first I was extremely apprehensive when I had to first meet her. From the stories</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/7135900564929063630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=7135900564929063630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7135900564929063630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7135900564929063630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/05/unusual-people.html' title='Unusual People'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-2345672011002129134</id><published>2007-05-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:01:40.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>The Strength Of Spirit</title><summary type='text'>I just recently watched a show, which tugged terribly hard at the strings of my heart. As I watched the plot unfold, my thoughts wandered to my own experiences. With those thoughts swimming in my head, it is no wonder I now am in a melancholic state of mind. When seeing on television situations very similar to an experience that you have personally experienced, it becomes a whole new ball game. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/2345672011002129134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=2345672011002129134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2345672011002129134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2345672011002129134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/05/strength-of-spirit.html' title='The Strength Of Spirit'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-9090704293753944988</id><published>2007-05-10T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:19:08.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Mane Issues</title><summary type='text'>I have had my new hair for almost two week now. Besides a slight hitch, it is been fairly smooth sailing.     I am actually quite pleased with it, even tho I have always been more prone to long hair. I finally have a fringe! I even managed to describe it to my hairdresser and she got it almost identical to the photo I saw. The back of my hair is a bit shorter than I wanted it to be, but I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/9090704293753944988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=9090704293753944988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/9090704293753944988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/9090704293753944988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/05/mane-issues.html' title='Mane Issues'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-3403489062767042747</id><published>2007-05-06T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:16:39.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><title type='text'>Progress?</title><summary type='text'>The week has been a trying one, wrought with issues. I was not sure if I am sitting or standing.     The mental and emotion turmoil has taken its toll. So much so that I looked to a friend to find some comfort in and I said many things that I would not have mentioned on other occasions. I guess it happens when my defenses are down. There is no regret this time, as compared to another time. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/3403489062767042747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=3403489062767042747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3403489062767042747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3403489062767042747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/05/progress.html' title='Progress?'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-814439632488955056</id><published>2007-04-29T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T03:38:59.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opp-Com'/><title type='text'>Lonesome Dewdrops</title><summary type='text'>The sky has just opened up. Looking out my window, I know it mirrors my current emotions. Last night, I did something that I had not done in ages.     As they always say, bedrooms are always private domains. One can really see what a person is like through their bedrooms. Tho my bedroom as a whole doesn’t reflect the real me currently (there is an exceptional reason for that), my bed holds the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/814439632488955056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=814439632488955056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/814439632488955056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/814439632488955056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/04/lonesome-dewdrops.html' title='Lonesome Dewdrops'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-5470876228044159030</id><published>2007-04-28T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T03:41:01.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opp-Com'/><title type='text'>One Line</title><summary type='text'>Today was a really bad day.    I’m so tired out that I can’t seem to think straight. My mind is in turmoil and hurling myself towards destruction.     I know Banana tried very hard and I in turn said yes to many things I might not have done otherwise. Knowing that Banana was truly disappointed in me, hurt me so much that I didn’t even think it could. I wish that things didn’t turn out like this. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/5470876228044159030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=5470876228044159030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5470876228044159030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5470876228044159030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-line.html' title='One Line'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-8104982297651267889</id><published>2007-04-25T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:42:44.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Fluttering In The Wind</title><summary type='text'>I wasn’t as upset as I had imagined I’ll be when some harsh words were thrown at something I had worked on. I felt infinitely more insulted and angry the previous time when my work was being meddled with.    Could it be because I felt that I didn’t really make the effort to write that text? Or was it that I didn’t put in the effort s I assumed it would be tossed out anyway?    I was strangely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/8104982297651267889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=8104982297651267889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/8104982297651267889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/8104982297651267889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/04/fluttering-in-wind.html' title='Fluttering In The Wind'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-5645760972936498551</id><published>2007-04-22T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:04:57.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Stream Of Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Work has been a killer. I have decisions to make, but I cannot seem to bring myself to make them. My mind has been so full of things to write, but the time never seemed enough. I guess nothing really goes as planned.    I am starting to wonder, if due to some things I said to one of my bosses, I am being put on the bench. As much as I know one of my colleagues is extremely capable of doing it, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/5645760972936498551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=5645760972936498551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5645760972936498551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5645760972936498551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/04/stream-of-thoughts.html' title='Stream Of Thoughts'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-5636416029536355769</id><published>2007-04-04T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:52:30.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Insecurity Is A Symptom Of Depression</title><summary type='text'>That is what I heard someone on the bus I took today, regal to his friend.     I almost went up to him to correct him. It is an amazingly ludicrous statement. He went on to say that normal human beings do not feel insecurity, only abnormal ones do. Insecurity is a part of life; we all experience it somehow, somewhere.    Whether it’s taking an unknown leap into a new career path, where you might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/5636416029536355769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=5636416029536355769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5636416029536355769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5636416029536355769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/04/insecurity-is-symptom-of-depression.html' title='Insecurity Is A Symptom Of Depression'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-4710601321893309888</id><published>2007-03-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:12:13.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insaner Ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><title type='text'>Change Of Heart</title><summary type='text'>This has been sitting on my plate for a long long while.nadnut had asked me so nicely, and I thought it would be really fun to do this meme.    But between my insane schedule and lack of inspirational ideas to the fact that my model has been to busy for my photoshoot, I never got around to doing it. Today, I had reached home before my supermarket’s closing time, so I decided to get a few food </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/4710601321893309888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=4710601321893309888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4710601321893309888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4710601321893309888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/03/change-of-heart.html' title='Change Of Heart'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-1365274314973867386</id><published>2007-03-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:07:57.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Being Comfortable</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend, I had the run of my house to myself so I excitedly decided that I would operate from the living room. Besides the better light - which is infinitely more conducive for working - and the ease to watch over an elderly pet, I was extremely tempted by the sofa.     It turns out that I didn't get any work done, but I did get a lot of amazing sofa time. I have a strange affinity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/1365274314973867386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=1365274314973867386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/1365274314973867386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/1365274314973867386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-comfortable.html' title='Being Comfortable'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-4930725742794225876</id><published>2007-03-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:37:08.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><title type='text'>Twofold</title><summary type='text'>It has not been a good two days. While I am still dealing (and reeling) from yesterday’s news, I get another one today.        I went on some sort of shopping spree yesterday, in hopes to cheer my drooping spirit after that phone call. I just was not capable of continuing with my original plan so I walked around aimlessly, hoping for something to happen I guess. But nothing really did, except the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/4930725742794225876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=4930725742794225876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4930725742794225876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4930725742794225876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/03/twofold.html' title='Twofold'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-6170970450082730643</id><published>2007-03-14T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:43:38.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Storage Full</title><summary type='text'>That is probably what my mind would be flashing, if it had a finite memory with a gauge.    I got tons of things that I need to put into words, but my body is deciding not to be a disciplined one at the moment. Work is really getting to me – I know I’m having it easier in comparison to some of my colleagues; but that train of thought sometimes has no effect to make me feel a bit better. I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/6170970450082730643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=6170970450082730643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/6170970450082730643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/6170970450082730643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/03/storage-full.html' title='Storage Full'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-5420648052206695427</id><published>2007-03-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:10:42.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><title type='text'>Bumpity Bump</title><summary type='text'>No road to anything worth while is ever smooth. The current road I am traveling on is becoming too rocky.     In comparison to my previous background – this oppressiveness and control is starting to stifle me. I know I have always been one to say – there is no fair way to compare oneself, except to oneself; likewise for situations. So far I have been trying really hard not to draw any, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/5420648052206695427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=5420648052206695427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5420648052206695427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/5420648052206695427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/03/bumpity-bump.html' title='Bumpity Bump'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-7268736868804498191</id><published>2007-02-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:09:34.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Mission: Impossible</title><summary type='text'>Either my boss has a lot of faith in my capabilities or she is really Ethan Hunt undercover.     Everyday seems to have me trying out a new mission, which is almost impossible. Just the other day, I had two hours to source and purchase a couple of items needed that I had to travel out of the area of my office just to locate the said items – as after an hour and a half, I still couldn’t locate it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/7268736868804498191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=7268736868804498191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7268736868804498191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/7268736868804498191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/mission-impossible.html' title='Mission: Impossible'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-3984161575691309752</id><published>2007-02-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:30:27.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><title type='text'>Troubled Times</title><summary type='text'>I have a decision to make – one that will change my life; more likely for the worse, but I still have to consider it due to various factors.    It seems time is a consideration and therefore I am not sure if there is enough time for me to sort out my thoughts before I make the decision. One might argue that since it betters some people’s lives – it can’t be all that bad. But as of now, I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/3984161575691309752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=3984161575691309752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3984161575691309752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3984161575691309752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/troubled-times.html' title='Troubled Times'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-983360653090133377</id><published>2007-02-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:34:58.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><title type='text'>Bearing A Yoke</title><summary type='text'>For no reason besides me being my father’s daughter, I was scolded as if I was a slave by a relative. A minute later, the same relative was utterly concerned over my cousin cooking – as if it is the first time in history someone is – and told my cousin to be careful not to be scalded.       Earlier in the day, my landlord’s family was nice enough to call for me and wait for me to come down to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/983360653090133377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=983360653090133377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/983360653090133377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/983360653090133377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/bearing-yoke.html' title='Bearing A Yoke'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-4486618355196221255</id><published>2007-02-17T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:18:54.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><title type='text'>To Cherish</title><summary type='text'>Today, I came back to a beautiful moment.     I didn’t turn off my mp3 player and was walking around the house with it still playing in my ear. The little PC was looking for attention and for some reason, I let her listen with me. It just so happened at that moment, a slow song came on and the two of us swirled slowly around the living room leaning against each other just enjoying the moment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/4486618355196221255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=4486618355196221255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4486618355196221255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/4486618355196221255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-cherish.html' title='To Cherish'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-2668622446865821172</id><published>2007-02-15T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:30:59.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><summary type='text'>After rushing down to the clinic, the nurse tells me that my darling needs to be checked in. And due to overwhelming amount of patients, she would probably only be released from hospital around the 22nd.    What am I going to do until then? It has only been a few hours and I already feel so utterly lost!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/2668622446865821172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=2668622446865821172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2668622446865821172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/2668622446865821172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-6576749503814249916</id><published>2007-02-13T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:14:39.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Happenings</title><summary type='text'>In my new place, here is the list of happenings, in no particular order    I have worked late three out of      six days (it’s not boding well)Had lunch at my desk (it’s      seriously not looking good)Forgot the unit number of my      new office, even though I had checked it the night before.Found my coffee supplier and      they have learnt my order by the fourth day – pretty impressive I must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/6576749503814249916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=6576749503814249916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/6576749503814249916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/6576749503814249916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-3631737774170152556</id><published>2007-02-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:04:08.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Right Path?</title><summary type='text'>I had a glimpse of what my future might be.    Now I wonder if I’ve chosen the right path, if I have overestimated my capabilities. Maybe this was a wrong choice – but I’ll have to bear with it for the time being regardless.     Hopefully I will work it out soon. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/3631737774170152556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=3631737774170152556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3631737774170152556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/3631737774170152556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/right-path.html' title='Right Path?'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-117086252669517831</id><published>2007-02-07T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:42:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabbing Around</title><summary type='text'>The first time I went to crab shack – we were so excited and hungry the whole table forgot to take pictures. So when I finally went to enjoy another crustacean dinner, I knew I had to keep that thought above the hunger pangs and lure of wonderful food.GR and I decided (after very long I might add because she couldn't make up her mind) to go all out and have a crab bucket – with eight flower crabs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/117086252669517831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=117086252669517831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/117086252669517831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/117086252669517831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/crabbing-around.html' title='Crabbing Around'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-117068810861715397</id><published>2007-02-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:08:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Page</title><summary type='text'>To prevent repeating myself countless times, here goes:    A blank page waits for me to start writing, and at least a line was written today. With the new environment, I have a smorgasbord of choices and I am undeniably looking forward to it. I have yet to find my morning usual, but I’m sure I’ll be successful soon (I pray and hope its tomorrow).    My head hurts due to all the jargon I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/117068810861715397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=117068810861715397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/117068810861715397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/117068810861715397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-page.html' title='New Page'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116962035263015423</id><published>2007-01-24T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:45:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone - Redux</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  Downstairs wasn’t all that bad in the end. I got tired of kicking a huge object, so I packed up, put everything back as best I could and bundled myself, blanket, pillows and bolster down to sleep on the couch.    At first it felt weird – I even text my cousin to tell him that it was feeling a little like I had a fight and was stuck on the couch. When the strange initial feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116962035263015423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116962035263015423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116962035263015423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116962035263015423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/01/comfort-zone-redux.html' title='Comfort Zone - Redux'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116957645773884861</id><published>2007-01-24T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:20:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><summary type='text'>This is broadcasting to you from a darken corner of my room, on a make shift bed, with only a bedsheet on the floor. Technically my laptop is on the floor, since it’s off the bedsheet. (See how dedicated I am to you guys!) Even to get to where I am located, it is some form of an obstacle course, and a lot of squeezing.     My room has just gotten a new paint job and the paint only recently dried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116957645773884861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116957645773884861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116957645773884861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116957645773884861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/01/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116896923853128788</id><published>2007-01-17T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:40:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Tear Drops Fall</title><summary type='text'>It’s been a long day – both at work and on the personal front.    My sounding board, my voice of reason in the midst of my madness, my grounding for my castles in the air, etc etc etc (I could go on, but what is really the point) is gone… From the time the person stood 5 feet away from me, I felt lost and alone. All I could do was not cry and stand there and watch the distance between us grow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116896923853128788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116896923853128788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116896923853128788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116896923853128788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-tear-drops-fall.html' title='As The Tear Drops Fall'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116878717974720276</id><published>2007-01-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:06:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venturing</title><summary type='text'>I finally had the chance to see my brother’s home.  It’s nice and cosy – though my brother and his wife have only lived there a while – and it has their names written all over it. Their showcase might be a bit bare, but I’m certain it will be filled up with their many memories pretty quickly.    We were sitting in the kitchen discuss careers and such, and my brother says to me “You should really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116878717974720276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116878717974720276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116878717974720276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116878717974720276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2007/01/venturing.html' title='Venturing'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116645998526129216</id><published>2006-12-19T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:39:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Irony</title><summary type='text'>I have long maintained that kids should not be playing with toys that do nothing to stimulate their young, fertile minds.    In that aspect, I’ve never bought a present for my cousin, nieces or nephews that didn’t have some form of a learning/challenging side to the toy.    While shopping over the weekend—I bought the most ridiculous of items; for my goddaughter (PC) no less. Oh well.     Let’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116645998526129216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116645998526129216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116645998526129216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116645998526129216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-irony.html' title='Oh The Irony'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116585483175171067</id><published>2006-12-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:49:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have You Done?</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it’s been a while. Life has been crazy for the last few weeks and it looks like its going to last a while longer. I keep thinking of things to write, but in the end, I’m just too tired to put them down in words.     So I ripped this off Chocolat      01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink02. Swam with wild dolphins03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05. Been inside the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116585483175171067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116585483175171067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116585483175171067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116585483175171067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-have-you-done.html' title='What Have You Done?'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116472857680795947</id><published>2006-11-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:42:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not By Blood</title><summary type='text'>The past couple of weeks have been really difficult and I have been in battle.    My emotions have been all over the place and I've been withdrawn--much preferring my own boring lonesome company while wallowing happily (an oxymoron I know) like a pig in mud.      I ran across this quote in a book I read, it hit me pretty hard       The bond that links your true family is not one of blood,But of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116472857680795947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116472857680795947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116472857680795947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116472857680795947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-by-blood.html' title='Not By Blood'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116448279549619667</id><published>2006-11-26T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T03:26:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compounded Effect</title><summary type='text'>Just the other day, I had to be out of the office for an entire day. The sequences of events was just plain hilarious      &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;Woke up lateForgot my mobile phone (When this happened, I was hit with a realisation that the day would not turn out smoothly)&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;Had a sudden minor crisis and therefore got held up in the office and was late for the appointment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116448279549619667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116448279549619667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116448279549619667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116448279549619667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/compounded-effect.html' title='Compounded Effect'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116369243571343784</id><published>2006-11-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:53:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><summary type='text'>I have a confession to make. I am a serial abuser.    There I've said it.    I swear I constantly abuse my shoes so terribly, I am guaranteed to be jailed and caned if they actually breathed.    My shoes tend to be heels; high and fairly thin. Yet I keep running in them. So much so that every so often I would have to pay a visit to my neighbourhood cobbler coz the heels are almost gone thanks to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116369243571343784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116369243571343784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116369243571343784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116369243571343784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116343740238517837</id><published>2006-11-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:03:22.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent-mindedness</title><summary type='text'>I was cooking up a storm for dinner. Ok fine, so not a storm. Just that my tummy was in a funny mood and all I wanted was soup instead of what was really cooked for dinner when I walked over to the other side of the kitchen to get something.    I opened the refrigerator door and bent over to peer inside to look for something. Then I just couldn’t remember what I walked all the way over for. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116343740238517837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116343740238517837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116343740238517837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116343740238517837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/absent-mindedness.html' title='Absent-mindedness'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116308974519052200</id><published>2006-11-10T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:29:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny</title><summary type='text'>I was just having a discussion with a friend just the other day. She mentioned to be that a forum she is part of is trying to raise money for the little girl whose toe was ripped off on an escalator. As much as I would like to commend them for their civic minded-ness, I think they have lost perspective of what things should really be.    When wanting to “raise funds for charity or a charity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116308974519052200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116308974519052200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116308974519052200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116308974519052200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/whiny.html' title='Whiny'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116282834843497949</id><published>2006-11-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:52:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><summary type='text'>For months now, I’ve been telling myself to get off my tush and exercise since I’m fine to start running again. Every time I had an excuse for not starting, most recently it was the haze.    Finally, I took a first step. I went for a swim today. Albeit the fact that my stamina is almost zero – it was a good start. I forgot how refreshing a swim could be, or how happy one can feel after a bout of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116282834843497949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116282834843497949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116282834843497949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116282834843497949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116231418858793263</id><published>2006-11-01T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:11:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift Of Life</title><summary type='text'>Normally I am always the first to ignore emails with pleas of help – a lot of them are obviously fake and I can’t understand why so many people cannot see through it. When there are actual dates involved, it makes it either to confirm it for the truth or not.    But when a contact sends it to you, it makes it so much easier. When I read it – it hit a cord with me.     When I was younger (school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116231418858793263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116231418858793263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116231418858793263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116231418858793263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/11/gift-of-life.html' title='A Gift Of Life'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116101853163485661</id><published>2006-10-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:10:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs No Words</title><summary type='text'>People talk too much.     I watched Season 2’s finale of Grey’s Anatomy today. Meredith held on to her dog just before it was injected, Izzy curled up beside her fiancé after he died and Alex held Izzy, Christina held Preston’s hand and he smiled.     No words were needed; Just action.    Why is it so hard for people to understand, just a touch can make so many things better. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116101853163485661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116101853163485661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116101853163485661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116101853163485661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/10/needs-no-words.html' title='Needs No Words'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116101621945815121</id><published>2006-10-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:30:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Tasking</title><summary type='text'>I tried to be a smart-alec and decided that I should burn the required CDs for the night while eating my dinner.    Guess what one of the dinner dishes was? CRAB!!    So I managed to burn about 5 CDs and label them with one hand. For someone who does so much on the computer, with two very important hands always, it was a new experience. An hour or so later, I had a bowl full of shells and my CDs,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116101621945815121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116101621945815121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116101621945815121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116101621945815121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/10/multi-tasking.html' title='Multi-Tasking'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116084658949515239</id><published>2006-10-15T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:23:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites</title><summary type='text'>I caught up with a good friend recently. I swear we talk online so much more than in person. But it was a great night of chitchat.    We met and kept in touch under the oddest situations. The two of us are such complete opposites in so many ways but yet it is our differences that make us so similar.    We are oddballs in this conformist society and we have such interesting debates. It a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116084658949515239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116084658949515239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116084658949515239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116084658949515239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/10/opposites.html' title='Opposites'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116041592380140182</id><published>2006-10-10T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:45:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Indulgences</title><summary type='text'>I have tons of cravings which occur very often and extremely out of the blue.     Today I had a few – some that had been festering for a while, others just popped in. Steamed broccoli with butter was a new addition this afternoon, but I’m no longer craving it.     Now my room smells of butter, and it’s absolutely heavenly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116041592380140182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116041592380140182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116041592380140182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116041592380140182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilty-indulgences.html' title='Guilty Indulgences'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-116040450705508380</id><published>2006-10-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:35:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning Around</title><summary type='text'>For a long while now, in many ways I have been fairly aimless and quite lost. It’s been bugging me for entire time as I just couldn’t justify to myself my life.    During work today, I made a half hearted goal – to get off my butt and start doing the things that would offer me a sense of accomplishment. As with anything, this was not without a hurdle. Within a couple of hours, I was already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/116040450705508380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=116040450705508380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116040450705508380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/116040450705508380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/10/spinning-around.html' title='Spinning Around'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115980767402725232</id><published>2006-10-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:47:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye’s Da Man</title><summary type='text'>After hearing so many people wax lyrical over Popeye’s chicken, I decided that I should have a taste for myself. But the location put me off. Really, how many people is going to travel all the way to Changi Airport just to have a try.    It just so happened that I had to pick my friend up from the airport, so I decided I’ll use the opportunity to see what all the fuss was about.     Oh was I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115980767402725232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115980767402725232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115980767402725232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115980767402725232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/10/popeyes-da-man.html' title='Popeye’s Da Man'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115928834550972083</id><published>2006-09-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:36:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><summary type='text'>I’ve just realized PC (my goddaughter) can walk; albeit a little wobbly.  The only problem, she is afraid of walking without someone holding on to her. It seems when she was on holiday, she was happily pattering around the hotel room as it was carpeted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115928834550972083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115928834550972083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115928834550972083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115928834550972083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/09/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115920520262621036</id><published>2006-09-26T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:55:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher And Higher</title><summary type='text'>As a young girl, I hesitated about using heels. If the occasion called for it, I wore a short heel lest I topple over and embarrass myself.    Over time, I've grown more apt on heels and I can even run in some of them. They have become higher and thinner.    As I told a friend today - when I started work at my current job I wore sneakers and one and a half inch heels, max. Today I had on four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115920520262621036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115920520262621036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115920520262621036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115920520262621036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/09/higher-and-higher.html' title='Higher And Higher'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115868719463950974</id><published>2006-09-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:33:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve Been Naughty – Twice Over</title><summary type='text'>Last week, my friend mentioned in passing the shoe sale at Suntec. I waved it off saying, that it was a ploy to get people to go into Suntec as its empty as can be (EW Suntec has a “IMF Special”).    As I was craving for potato, I trooped down to Bugis to satisfy my little craving and stupidly thought “Why don’t I swing by Suntec since it is quite late already - Shouldn’t be too crowded or too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115868719463950974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115868719463950974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115868719463950974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115868719463950974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-naughty-twice-over.html' title='I’ve Been Naughty – Twice Over'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115783515946862259</id><published>2006-09-10T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:52:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary</title><summary type='text'>Watching someone walk away can be one of the hardest things to do. Yet not being able to watch the person that matters so much to you walk away is infinitely harder. You don’t know why they are leaving, you just know you have this huge gaping hole, that hurts – and the hurt won’t go away.    Even if you do know why they are leaving, it hurts so bad that they refuse to have anything to do with you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115783515946862259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115783515946862259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115783515946862259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115783515946862259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/09/sanctuary.html' title='Sanctuary'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115747859608828034</id><published>2006-09-06T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:49:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Head</title><summary type='text'>After days of being out of action at work, I’m finally back – at least physically.    My brain feels like its wrapped in cotton, and I find it so hard to focus or process anything. As it is, I have tons of work to catch up on; this light-headedness is doing me no good at all. I’m not looking forward to the rest of my week at all! It’s going to be difficult.    In other news, after not seeing PC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115747859608828034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115747859608828034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115747859608828034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115747859608828034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/09/cotton-head.html' title='Cotton Head'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115704431904439022</id><published>2006-09-01T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:11:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss is…</title><summary type='text'>Falling into bed, and have the clean, crisp, soft sheets touch your skin with a nice warm comforter … to well, comfort you.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115704431904439022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115704431904439022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115704431904439022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115704431904439022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/09/bliss-is.html' title='Bliss is…'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115635316187896284</id><published>2006-08-24T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:12:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Connected World?</title><summary type='text'>Our generation is the one leading the way into this world which is shrinking at an amazing rate.    Ten years ago, technology seemed light years away. Now we can chat with someone half way around the globe with instant messages, we can have a voice conversation. Hell, we can even see that person using video messaging. It’s made having friends from everywhere easy. Or at least as easy as it could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115635316187896284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115635316187896284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115635316187896284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115635316187896284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-connected-world.html' title='Our Connected World?'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115601728608654780</id><published>2006-08-20T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:10:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inadequate</title><summary type='text'>Today I got “stalked” again. Some guy waited for me outside the ladies and even tried to follow me. I managed to hide in the crowd and lost him pretty quickly. That would be the only thing that happened quickly.    You can be surrounded by hundreds of people and feel utterly lonely. I was hiding in a throng of people in a major shopping mall, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling of being all by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115601728608654780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115601728608654780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115601728608654780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115601728608654780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/08/inadequate.html' title='Inadequate'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115581538377353280</id><published>2006-08-17T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:49:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childlike Wonderment</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Over the last weekend, I caught some amazing sights. I love fireworks – the pure power, with control and the beauty of the sky and light will never cease to have me in awe each time.    As the appointed time draws close, the heart beats faster, the mind rushing ahead dreaming of the beauty that will soon present itself, one gets more jittery caused probably by the excitement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115581538377353280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115581538377353280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115581538377353280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115581538377353280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/08/childlike-wonderment.html' title='Childlike Wonderment'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115557441215849768</id><published>2006-08-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:53:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is</title><summary type='text'>Most will insist that it isn't the physical that we call home. Yet, for many a physical house is what we refer to us home.  I got pulled, kicking and screaming (maybe not that dramatic), from my physical sanctuary/home at a young age. For years, home would be referring to my childhood home.  When I moved in with grandma later on, that small but cosy apartment soon became my new home. Even now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115557441215849768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115557441215849768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115557441215849768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115557441215849768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115501343250384361</id><published>2006-08-08T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:03:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant memories</title><summary type='text'>We have this innate ability to remember things. It makes us human to have memories cause a powerful emotion within us. A couple of events brought memories back I didn’t even remember I had—and the strangest things will trigger them from their slumber.On Sunday, I went to JB coz I was seriously bored and on a spur, I decided to watch a movie… which was a pretty bad move coz when I was trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115501343250384361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115501343250384361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115501343250384361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115501343250384361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/08/distant-memories.html' title='Distant memories'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115484771243009725</id><published>2006-08-06T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:01:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectacular Spectacular</title><summary type='text'>I managed to catch the opening ceremony of the Fireworks Festival 2006 @ Marina Bay. My friends made it there earlier than me (coz I fell asleep) and I'm so thankful they fought tooth and nail to save me a spot on the bridge; as by the time I got there, I would have been blocked and not have gotten any good shots at all! I did get a few good ones, mostly bad but its expected... it was a breezy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115484771243009725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115484771243009725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115484771243009725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115484771243009725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/08/spectacular-spectacular.html' title='Spectacular Spectacular'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115379523551220490</id><published>2006-07-25T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:40:35.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost quality</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;It’s a nice change when you hold open the lift door and the gentleman behind you says “Please, you first.”    In this fairly ungracious society, it’s no longer part of the norm. Although a number my male friends are gentlemanly (to a certain extent only), one hardly finds chivalry outside of their circle of friends.  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;   That small little gesture, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115379523551220490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115379523551220490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115379523551220490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115379523551220490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-quality.html' title='A lost quality'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115359426580702769</id><published>2006-07-23T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:51:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><summary type='text'>I've always loved the movie The Sound of Music. It's one of those things that i grew up with. I just happened to watch it again today, and a lot of what I used to like, wish, admire of this film came flooding back.  As a little girl, I always wished to have a huge family like that. I also learned pretty quickly that it was a ridiculous idea. What was I thinking right? It just seemed like so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115359426580702769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115359426580702769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115359426580702769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115359426580702769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/07/sound-of-music.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115269230643057244</id><published>2006-07-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:18:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost of a beauty</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Let me tell you a story.    There once WAS this really gorgeous car and its owner took amazing care of it.      I’m really going to miss it dearly.&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;        Here is the other eulogies written for this momentous eventThe QuoterThe DrawerThe “Optimist”    Time to go see my insurance agent and stock the bomb shelter.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115269230643057244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115269230643057244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115269230643057244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115269230643057244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-of-beauty.html' title='The lost of a beauty'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115258442976534128</id><published>2006-07-11T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:20:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciousness</title><summary type='text'>You know you need a life when your subconscious is getting more romantic action than your conscious mind.      Just the other night, I had a dream of some romantic action - with a friend whom I have never and romantic interest in.&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something, if not, its just showing off since its so free while my consciousness works like hell these days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115258442976534128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115258442976534128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115258442976534128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115258442976534128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/07/consciousness.html' title='Consciousness'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115186231459731611</id><published>2006-07-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:45:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things one learns…</title><summary type='text'>When I make the effort to go back early to play with my goddaughter, PC:    She now has four teeth! Has such an adorable grin – which shows off her teeth      perfectly!She will “yell” for you, only as a baby can, when she thinks      you are taking too long in taking off your shoes to come play/carry her (I      suspect it is mainly the carrying)Will happily pose for the camera, especially after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115186231459731611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115186231459731611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115186231459731611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115186231459731611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-one-learns.html' title='Things one learns…'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115186137939703403</id><published>2006-07-03T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:29:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red handed</title><summary type='text'>    Result of spending too much money!     I went down to Orchard to pick up a book from Borders and lo and behold, I find out they are having a $2 clearance sale on selected items as well as 25% off with purchase of 3 books.So what else is a book enthusiast to do? I even got a few DVDs at $2 too!    On some kind of happy high of getting so many things, I keep walking around Orchard and stumble </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115186137939703403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115186137939703403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115186137939703403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115186137939703403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/07/red-handed.html' title='Red handed'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115142774807884188</id><published>2006-06-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:55:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is not always best</title><summary type='text'>“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had. – Anonymous”    I used to think that the adage was one of the best ways to define communication between friends (especially for me).  Recently, my meetings with friends have been full of conversations and interesting topics covered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115142774807884188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115142774807884188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115142774807884188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115142774807884188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/06/silence-is-not-always-best.html' title='Silence is not always best'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115105458314566423</id><published>2006-06-23T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:23:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregorian? Julian?</title><summary type='text'>Everyone looks forward to Fridays – but yet it can be one of the most irritating days in entire week. Case in point, a colleague and I are bored out of our minds in the office and we are falling asleep doing boring as hell work. As of now, we don’t really have very solid plan for a Friday night; it’s actually quite sad.    So she was talking about going to town just to walk around to kill time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115105458314566423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115105458314566423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115105458314566423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115105458314566423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/06/gregorian-julian.html' title='Gregorian? Julian?'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115078626403871579</id><published>2006-06-20T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T03:00:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic...oh so classic (Warning, long post ahead)</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mandrake and I were having some inane chatter over the MSU 2006 pageant and then the mis-cue happened. It was a classic case of different topics – IM-ing makes that infinitely easier to happen. I spent the better part of the day thinking it was some game (which it was anyway); below is the transcript of our (nearly) entire day and the nonsense we got up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115078626403871579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115078626403871579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115078626403871579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115078626403871579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/06/classicoh-so-classic-warning-long-post.html' title='Classic...oh so classic (Warning, long post ahead)'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115074146339382801</id><published>2006-06-20T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:30:56.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving The Nation</title><summary type='text'>My friend is ready to serve the nation – and she is a girl.     Recently, she went to NIE to register herself so she can “mould the future of our nation”.  And she was given something really interesting        She’s now a series of numbers that can be converted into a barcode.        After we read the words on the tee shirt, she promptly proclaims “Ah, another tee shirt I can use in bed”    Yes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115074146339382801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115074146339382801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115074146339382801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115074146339382801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/06/serving-nation.html' title='Serving The Nation'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115034681436481657</id><published>2006-06-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:46:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learnt today</title><summary type='text'> “Six-year old children are more fickle than most grown women I know”    I can’t even imagine what the child will be like when she is sixteen. I think the older that little monkey grows, the more picky and inconsistent she is.Previously, I had no problems arranging anything with her. Now, it’s a hassle just suiting her schedule – not to mention her tastes. As I tell some, “A six year old kid’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115034681436481657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115034681436481657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115034681436481657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115034681436481657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-learnt-today.html' title='What I learnt today'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-115016426080115562</id><published>2006-06-13T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:17:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quip of the day – 13 June 2006</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If one’s cupboard is 80% black, it’s dreadfully difficult to find a specific black top when you are getting ready for work.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/115016426080115562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=115016426080115562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115016426080115562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/115016426080115562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/06/quip-of-day-13-june-2006.html' title='Quip of the day – 13 June 2006'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114904917783254101</id><published>2006-05-31T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:19:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect starting</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have found a perfect way to start the morning. No, Mandy, it’s not a round (or two) of morning sex.    I went to see my grandma a few days ago and she gave me some bak zhang (wrapped rice dumplings). As I like yam, she gave me two of the ones that were specially wrapped with it inside.    This morning, someone steamed all the bak zhang in the house – I quickly grabbed one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114904917783254101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114904917783254101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114904917783254101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114904917783254101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfect-starting.html' title='Perfect starting'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114879406581305121</id><published>2006-05-28T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:48:12.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New love</title><summary type='text'>Yours truly has never been a fan of Japanese food, for various legit reasons.  One of them being raw fish.    Fairly recently I've been introduced to Udon noodles and boy am I hooked. It's even become a craving once or twice – which is a big thing to be on my craving list.    Even after finishing a whole bowl, it’s sometimes just seems too little.     So far - the one at Cineleisure is one of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114879406581305121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114879406581305121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114879406581305121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114879406581305121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-love.html' title='New love'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114819431145170201</id><published>2006-05-21T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:51:51.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gems</title><summary type='text'>I do often feel that I tend to have fairly high standards when it comes to service. I've been known to just write a place off for only mediocre service.    But sometimes service staffs surprises me, and it really brightens my day. I was just at a food-court buying a snack to ease the hunger pains; when I ran into this great staff. While a couple of customers were waiting for their orders to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114819431145170201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114819431145170201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114819431145170201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114819431145170201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/05/gems.html' title='Gems'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114711047252534104</id><published>2006-05-09T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:47:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path of life</title><summary type='text'>I recently went to a wake &amp; funeral.     It has drudged up feelings of pain, heartache and my lack of filial piety. Closure is something I haven’t found on two deaths in my family. Both for different reasons, yet both still haunts me.    I went to this wake/funeral as it was a loved one of someone I know. When I saw the person walking out with the coffin – I cried too.         I cried for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114711047252534104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114711047252534104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114711047252534104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114711047252534104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/05/path-of-life.html' title='The path of life'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114589263361301847</id><published>2006-04-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:52:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What were you up to – Part deux</title><summary type='text'>Last week was a hellish week – from Tuesday to Thursday I came back only to collapse in pure exhaustion on my bed. Poor kel was left alone. I swear I found a bit of dust on her when I touched her on Friday. Work is really starting to kill me… and I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore.    As you remember, I had a ton of emails, news &amp; blog feeds that I got over the last weekend. I valiantly tried my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114589263361301847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114589263361301847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114589263361301847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114589263361301847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-were-you-up-to-part-deux.html' title='What were you up to – Part deux'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114521802814074291</id><published>2006-04-17T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:07:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What were you up to?</title><summary type='text'>It’s 3.30 am in the morning… and I just got back not long ago.    For some reason I will never be able to phantom, I turned on Kel and saw that I had -   More than 60 new emails &amp; over a hundred new blog feeds. I’m not even going to mention the stuff I got on my mobile!      One miserable weekend away from my computer and this happens. What in the world are the rest of you doing at your computers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114521802814074291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114521802814074291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114521802814074291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114521802814074291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-were-you-up-to.html' title='What were you up to?'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114408473896501732</id><published>2006-04-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:46:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As far as the eye can see...</title><summary type='text'>    Spending the two consecutive Sundays on a pseudo road trip (In reality, my friends wanted to go and eat) to the same area, I've realised something really interesting. Living in a concrete jungle really restricts one’s vision and strains the eyes.    Both times, the sky was an amazing blue – such a perfect shade, no one could ask for more. With fluffy white clouds that looked like one could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114408473896501732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114408473896501732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114408473896501732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114408473896501732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-far-as-eye-can-see.html' title='As far as the eye can see...'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114382240232394754</id><published>2006-04-01T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:26:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The award goes to…</title><summary type='text'>…my grandma.  I asked/informed last night that I will drop by today to see her and after a haircut (which took too long and turned out disastrous) I quickly rushed over.      On the kitchen counter, was cut CNY sticky cake. Coz she knew I was coming over, she prepared some for me to eat since I liked it so much.Everyone go awwwwwwwwww. So sweet right?    The minute I stepped thru the door, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114382240232394754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114382240232394754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114382240232394754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114382240232394754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/04/award-goes-to.html' title='The award goes to…'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114243798680698496</id><published>2006-03-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:53:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddling along</title><summary type='text'>If one takes the time to slow down, you might just find something to put a smile on your face.    Two days in a row – I hurry from work to a movie theatre to watch Brokeback  Mountain. Both times, by the time I get there the tickets are sold out. Even single seats are snapped up!     After being rejected at that cinema, each time, I take a walk to a nearby cinema in hopes to catch a movie as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114243798680698496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114243798680698496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114243798680698496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114243798680698496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/03/waddling-along.html' title='Waddling along'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114174805004786812</id><published>2006-03-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:14:10.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Ho Hi-Ho</title><summary type='text'>   I’m sure at one point or another in our lives we have heard the adage - The journey is most important part of the trip – yet mostly people only see the destination.     Today, I took a bus to work; something I had not done in a long time. While waiting for what seemed to be too long a period, I got fidgety and quite annoyed in general; the heavy traffic didn’t help either.     After a while of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114174805004786812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114174805004786812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114174805004786812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114174805004786812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-ho-hi-ho.html' title='Hi-Ho Hi-Ho'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114019020689919939</id><published>2006-02-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:30:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Stay Young</title><summary type='text'>I’m in the midst of doing some house keeping… of my computer to start with. With time, one tends to accumulate a lot of things that one doesn’t remember why it was kept in the first place. With the advent of computers – we have an extra space for clutter. De-cluttering is not as easy as one would hope. From finding mementos from a happy event or just things you would keep for remembrance, its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114019020689919939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114019020689919939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114019020689919939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114019020689919939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How To Stay Young'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-114010166455433228</id><published>2006-02-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:00:44.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood personality</title><summary type='text'>You've been through some tough times in the past, and you deal with that by hiding your feelings behind a mask. It's probably not a Vader-style helmet, but even a metaphorical mask makes it hard for people to get to know you. Once, you were innocent and romantic, but now you're bitter and you wear lots of black. Like Anakin, you're good with technology, and you're an excellent driver.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/114010166455433228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=114010166455433228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114010166455433228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/114010166455433228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/02/misunderstood-personality.html' title='Misunderstood personality'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113907689567088169</id><published>2006-02-05T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:14:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory triggers</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I was on a weekend trip with some of my friends. It was fairly difficult time for me. I tend to associate things to points or happenings in my life. So I’m easily put in a morose mood, since there are a lot of triggers to my numerous memories.    Throughout the whole weekend, I tried my utmost best to stay cheery. I guess I overreacted in a situation - I was already reaching a fairly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113907689567088169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113907689567088169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113907689567088169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113907689567088169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/02/memory-triggers.html' title='Memory triggers'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113889092197754470</id><published>2006-02-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:35:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning test</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know its not monday, nor is it morning...but its fun...LinkThere's even a forecast on your love life!----------------------------------------------------Your Score: 11 out of 11Your Rating: Only 3 people have ever scored this highNow Here's the Twist;Your answers not only can tell your current intelligence, but the combination can also forcast your upcoming love life:Your Projected Love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113889092197754470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113889092197754470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113889092197754470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113889092197754470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-morning-test.html' title='Monday Morning test'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113846981555124288</id><published>2006-01-29T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:36:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel to real</title><summary type='text'>Scene 10, take 2Boy walks to where girl is and as he is walking, girl notices him and face lights up with glee. She starts running towards him, and wraps her arms around him for a hug.That just happened today to me – the “boy” was me, and the “girl” is my baby cousin. It put a huge smile on my heart when she did that. Especially since she was playing with her friends when I turned up; the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113846981555124288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113846981555124288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113846981555124288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113846981555124288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/01/reel-to-real.html' title='Reel to real'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113743111378710526</id><published>2006-01-17T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:05:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna break free</title><summary type='text'>Question: What do you get when two women (completely stressed out from work) go to Ikea for "urgent" shopping?Answer: An onslaught of hilarious antics with a lot of sexual references.         It all starts at dinner… Counting the number on the constantly      increasing visitors board, the two ponder on millions and billions—and      state this utterly brilliant line “387 million sounds a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113743111378710526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113743111378710526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113743111378710526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113743111378710526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanna-break-free.html' title='I wanna break free'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113708497194824117</id><published>2006-01-13T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:56:11.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings while on drugs...</title><summary type='text'> Being sick has its ups and downs. I’ve kept away from everyone in the house – in fear of infecting them. So it’s been a lonesome period for me. And since when being sick was a good thing right? At least I managed to clear up some stuff that I was supposed to go ages ago, and caught up on sleep. Still have a lot to do before the New Year arrives. I haven’t even really unpacked from my weekend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113708497194824117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113708497194824117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113708497194824117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113708497194824117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2006/01/ramblings-while-on-drugs.html' title='Ramblings while on drugs...'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113515359239784255</id><published>2005-12-21T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:26:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling the plug</title><summary type='text'>This post might not be coherent—my brain is working on overdrive and I’m in such a mess. It was written on two different days, so things might not flow as it should.I’ve just received word that one of my favourite/pet projects at work is being terminated. It was a hard kick in the gut to have to hear that news and I was stunned as hell when I walked out of that meeting.Everything I did from that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113515359239784255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113515359239784255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113515359239784255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113515359239784255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2005/12/pulling-plug.html' title='Pulling the plug'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113492409819421100</id><published>2005-12-19T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:41:38.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the week before Christmas</title><summary type='text'>It’s been a long week, with a few engagements I had to pass over due to various reasons; and when I got back this afternoon, I actually fell asleep on the leather chair (damn, it was sticking to me!) in the living room while trying to get the kid to sleep. The event I did today went pseudo-ly well; but it was seriously draining. I might never want to get involved in something like that again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113492409819421100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113492409819421100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113492409819421100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113492409819421100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-week-before-christmas.html' title='Tis the week before Christmas'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113484274958203721</id><published>2005-12-18T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:05:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling and getting high</title><summary type='text'>As most of you know, I’ve avoided having alcoholic drinks for quite a while now. I only tend to drink when work calls for it. I went to a chalet/bbq party the other day, and there was quite a fair bit of alcohol, so it was offered to me and I decided to join in the festivities and merriment. One glass soon because another and another, tried some new flavours of Absolut, poured way to much alcohol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113484274958203721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113484274958203721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113484274958203721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113484274958203721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2005/12/chilling-and-getting-high.html' title='Chilling and getting high'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113439928377750735</id><published>2005-12-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:54:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter &amp; Sweet</title><summary type='text'>Today has been an odd day to say the least. There are things I wish I could take back, and things that I wish I would do again—no second guessing myself. In the course of this day, the following so many emotions have come to pass, that I can’t remember them all.     Another day passes that I’m reminded of my position and the “decorum” it entails. It is only so, because of certain people that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113439928377750735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113439928377750735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113439928377750735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113439928377750735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2005/12/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113380355398412878</id><published>2005-12-06T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:25:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytelling time</title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you a story of Little Miss Oddball LMO cleverly invited herself to her grandma’s birthday after much cajoling to her brother to find out the details from her aunts because no one thought to tell her. Upon arriving, she sat in the corner watching her cousin gleefully chitchat and play among themselves, while she was left at the sidelines watching and wishing she would be included. Only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/feeds/113380355398412878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10436898&amp;postID=113380355398412878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113380355398412878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10436898/posts/default/113380355398412878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisphoenix.blogspot.com/2005/12/storytelling-time.html' title='Storytelling time'/><author><name>alexisphoenix</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-10436898.post-113363207738249853</id><published>2005-12-03T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:47:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning is not going well</title><summary type='text'>Things to note when trying to plan a dinner:1) Sending out mass mails hardly works – even to people who check their email on a daily basis, they don’t respond2) Murphy’s Law will always hold true – two times I want to plan, two times I fall ill. Is it so hard to gather all of you just to spend some time together? 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