<?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-3216489</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:10:26.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfry an egg</title><subtitle type='html'>" Of course, you can't unfry an egg, but there's no law against thinking about it."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-117548758428144034</id><published>2007-04-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:19:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/117548758428144034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/117548758428144034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#117548758428144034' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-115729761383182385</id><published>2006-09-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:33:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I fly away.Holiday. Or maybe honestly seeking a space of solace.The last time I had a break-up, I wished so badly that I could just go far far away. This time, I just decided I should. The stakes are higher because I am still building my finances. I dug out my savings nevertheless. I must go. Something inside keeps running after me.It’s probably the first time I am going to fly solo to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115729761383182385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115729761383182385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115729761383182385' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-115729758778906764</id><published>2006-09-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:33:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was doing a program yesterday in Sentosa. As much as many people that I know do not like the boss, I certainly look at him and he has turned the company around with a vengeance. Whatever his personal qualities are like, I am not a judge. Perhaps he is one of those “big picture” person that annoys the shit out of people who have to take care of the details. But…he is doing well; and perhaps like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115729758778906764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115729758778906764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115729758778906764' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-115669416356264230</id><published>2006-08-27T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:56:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange things are happening to me everyday.I'd like to see that as good!The weirdest of the latest series of kooky happenings: a friend from old college days surfaced and within 2 meetings (which were really for work), he confessed on being "smittened". Who uses such language in this era??? That was absolutely unreconcillable. I cannot make heads or tails of it and am just dodging like mad. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115669416356264230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115669416356264230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115669416356264230' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-115623707280319865</id><published>2006-08-22T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:57:52.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A state of un-ease</title><summary type='text'>My mind and body seems to be going mad. I've just been experiencing so much that I don't know where to start to talk about what's going on. Since the break-up, it's been episodes of grieve, relief, acceptance, questioning, frustration, peace, lonliness, freedom...all of that melted together.How do I tell what apart?Some people tell me just take a step at a time. Sometimes, I want to just leap and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115623707280319865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115623707280319865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115623707280319865' title='A state of un-ease'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-115176241167611201</id><published>2006-07-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:00:11.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes angels speak through friends whom you least expect to experience the "ah-ha" moment. :-)Well...not that David isn't filled with wisdom. haha. just that I would not have expected coaching on relationship from my friend who constantly has his "commitment phobic" light blinking.However he did remind me today that I do live with choices and I have made choices. So no such nonsense as "I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115176241167611201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115176241167611201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115176241167611201' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-115176167288944132</id><published>2006-07-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T06:47:52.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Returns</title><summary type='text'>I'm so glad they made the new Superman movie. I am almost beginning to forget about the  Hero. Especially how super he is. Really! Like the fact that his chest is impenetratable by bullets, that his breathe can kill massive fires, his ability to see through any matter and how he hears everything all at once. Pretty amazing isn't it.Some folks might think the movie was a tad slow. I am just happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115176167288944132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/115176167288944132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115176167288944132' title='Superman Returns'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-114335077604165277</id><published>2006-03-25T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:26:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/114335077604165277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/114335077604165277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114335077604165277' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-114122877638353594</id><published>2006-03-01T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:59:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have not been wanting to blog for a while...right until mum "punctuated my tire"!I took up Reiki ad started my Level 1 today. Am extremely excited having been attuned and wa looking forward the whole day to do Reiki for sis, mum &amp; dad. Good news was sis was open about it and even specifically asked if I could work on her lower back which is aching. When I just got home, I went to mum wanting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/114122877638353594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/114122877638353594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114122877638353594' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-113786108818300946</id><published>2006-01-21T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:31:28.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's almost coming to the end of staffing Basic once again after 5 years.It is absolutely an incredible experience in my life. And I get it I created it ;-)It's just really funny noticing that I kept seeing Ming's face for the past 4 days. I recognise that she inspired me to look at what I am interested in creating in my life. I wonder aloud about my legacy. And that is when I shifted and decided</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113786108818300946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113786108818300946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113786108818300946' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-113600504217442190</id><published>2005-12-30T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:57:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a insightful breakfast with 2 friends this am.Good to have girlfriends listen and dig my brains when I've been perpetually feeling head in the fog. Perfect day as well for me to reflect about my journey....and even more fascinating to have one friend point out point blank that it is not the yoga that I am passionate about...it's what I would like the kids to see that drives me! To inspire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113600504217442190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113600504217442190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113600504217442190' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-113396950596568847</id><published>2005-12-07T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:31:46.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so frustrated with all that is happening.All I've been trying to do is support my sister through her knowing that she has breaset cancer and to have all that can support her to be well mentally, emotionally and physically.What irks me is her overall attitude to Life. Perhaps I had imagined that a life-threathening illness like this will have her sit up and look at what is important and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113396950596568847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113396950596568847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113396950596568847' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-113354033257741858</id><published>2005-12-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:18:52.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing of Ming</title><summary type='text'>She'll be someone who will jump in flowersDance in her bare skinCelebrate and laughNot withholding.She has shone brightly and lovinglyGiving assurance for us to be more than we dare to seeHow we all want a piece of herNow we all have  piece of her.Her blessed soul finally releasedFree to swim with the breezeSparkle in the dewdrops on early morningCradle our faces when we weep.Her light glowingShe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113354033257741858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/113354033257741858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113354033257741858' title='The Passing of Ming'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-112876785818594359</id><published>2005-10-08T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:37:39.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Dancing Peeling Banana :O</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112876785818594359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112876785818594359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112876785818594359' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-112876765717916872</id><published>2005-10-08T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:34:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Po-wannabe &amp; The Ginger Bread Man!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112876765717916872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112876765717916872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112876765717916872' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-112592286720409550</id><published>2005-09-05T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T05:21:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality of Relationships</title><summary type='text'>Does the relationship we desire really exist?As years go by, I realise I become clearer what I want but the irony of it all is I notice more clearly how things fit less and less into my specs. Relationships are no longer captured as snapshots of grandeous love. Relationships are running movie clips of change. To look at a relationship at a single moment of romance is far too unrealistic. As I sit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112592286720409550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112592286720409550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112592286720409550' title='The Reality of Relationships'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-112472870923502539</id><published>2005-08-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:38:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald is Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Yea...I can't believe it too that I'm bald now.I still stare at the mirror in the mornings to ascertain it is meIn so many ways....it was a natural decision to make. There were hardly any worries about having to deal with social "norms", my parents were way cool about me doing my bit for other people, I've reached the 30...there is no need to look a certain way for others...On the up side, there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112472870923502539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112472870923502539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472870923502539' title='Bald is Beautiful'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-112472620349989420</id><published>2005-08-22T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:56:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yahoooooo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112472620349989420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112472620349989420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472620349989420' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-112373159152211923</id><published>2005-08-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:39:51.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slug</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling like a slug.So most people will dig at this and say but you've been yoga-ing so ain't you suppose to be completely alleviated from bad moods and sluggy-hood.Well. I assume nirvana has escaped me so far and I am still very mortal indeed. I've been feeling like a slug.I have this feeling my world is shrinking.I'm kind of feeling claustraphobic.Suddenly I dun know who to talk to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112373159152211923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/112373159152211923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112373159152211923' title='Slug'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-111928467760950871</id><published>2005-06-20T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:24:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>om bhur bhuvah svahtat savitur varenyambhargo devasya dhimahidhiyo yonah prachodayatThrough the coming, going, and the balance of lifeThe essential nature which illuminates existence is the adorable oneMay all perceive through subtle intellectthe brillance of enlightenmentFound myself in Whatever yesterday afternoon.Wanting to pick up some music for yoga and meditationFound The Essence - by Deva </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/111928467760950871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/111928467760950871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111928467760950871' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-111781591598858119</id><published>2005-06-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:25:15.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me what am I suppose to do?So..yes, it is absolutely normal for anyone to go through patches. But why do I have to sit with the shit?From being absolutely peaceful.... now I'm absolutely pissed off. With him, with myself. It's not fair...I have my own stuff and am facing them all alone. I never chose to face them alone. I wanted someone to share my thoughts and emotios; not to be punished </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/111781591598858119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/111781591598858119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781591598858119' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110869192114491841</id><published>2005-02-17T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:58:41.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, I just have to say this....I can't help it but I am crying!no no...not upset because of anything.In fact i think i am really touched. Just saw a colleague/ friend step into office. he has been away for 2 days so far; doing the Asiaworks Advanced. I knew him as the arrogant, pretty selfish, not-very-people kind of person all this while. The guys in the office are so sceptical about him or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110869192114491841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110869192114491841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110869192114491841' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110868475466139127</id><published>2005-02-17T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T15:59:14.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Relationships</title><summary type='text'>Was in a reflective mood last night. Looking at the people around me; how judgements have been made and how words have caused hurt unknowingly behind someone else's back. The human relationships are so delicate. I tend to shun once I start to hear. Sometimes, because i really don't want to know so much. Sometimes I think I'll rather live in my bubble the world can beautiful</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110868475466139127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110868475466139127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110868475466139127' title='Human Relationships'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110563493987576476</id><published>2005-01-13T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T08:48:59.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Unworthy!!</title><summary type='text'>This is the most bizarre thing I am listening to now as I type this blogI am listening to Dave Buck- a life coach who is suggesting that we stop resisting our emotion of " I am not worthy", and simply accept thatWe all go through that down right dirt feeling of I am not good enough. But almost ALL the time, we try really hard to resist cos in our head, we just cannot reconcille how that can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110563493987576476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110563493987576476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110563493987576476' title='I am Unworthy!!'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110555055064728443</id><published>2005-01-12T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T09:22:30.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Reflection</title><summary type='text'>Anne mooted a thought today: Daily Reflections.Yes, it's true. How often do we take stock at the end of each day and reflect upon what was said or done in our waking hours? Check if I was a good person today and ask what would I do differently?So here I am. Pensively brooding at 1a.m. Let's first start with the ugly. I've been quite a horrid person today. Plus yesterday too. I have refused to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110555055064728443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110555055064728443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110555055064728443' title='Daily Reflection'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110519058050213015</id><published>2005-01-08T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T05:23:00.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huiling turns 30 today!!!!!And so will I in May!!!!well...that's 4 months more...:)My bestest girlfriends of course came together today to celebrate! And as usual, laugh our way through our silly conversations. So how do we feel turning 30?Absolutely looking forward to it frankly. At 30, we begin the journey where we claim rightfully who we are; slip happily into our skin and no longer feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110519058050213015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110519058050213015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110519058050213015' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110467146208755843</id><published>2005-01-02T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T06:08:29.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><summary type='text'>Some say making resolutions is redundant.Well, maybe not exactly.I see it as getting a clarity of what I will be up to for the year ahead.So here's me thinking aloud:Theme of 2005: Embracing a Juicy Life!Health1. Eat more fruits &amp; vegetable. Less red meat.2. Pick up Yoga againFamily1. Understand and support daddy through Parkinsons2. continue to spark smiles &amp; laughs for my family3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110467146208755843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110467146208755843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110467146208755843' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110449893879275416</id><published>2004-12-31T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T05:15:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing 2004</title><summary type='text'>Today is the final day of 2004...I'm really not particularly in a party mode.I guess like many friends, the Tsunami catastrophe has pulled us back into a pensive reflective state. I haven't written much about the situation because I'm not sure what to write about. It starts off with feeling a sense of helplessnes watching the horrors on tv. But at the same time; as the world comes together to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110449893879275416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110449893879275416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110449893879275416' title='Closing 2004'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110373309986138151</id><published>2004-12-22T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T08:31:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must be the end of the year syndrome.Plus the fact that I finally have a rest day today after a zillion (it feels that way for me man) challenges I had to face over the week.I'm in rest &amp; reflective mode today. Especially having rushed a design work till 4am last night. Think I fell deep into dream land again from 4pm -8pm....Just kind of looking back at the years. After all, in a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110373309986138151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110373309986138151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373309986138151' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110304145911627829</id><published>2004-12-14T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T08:24:19.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Dreaming SoulYour vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficultYou are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110304145911627829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110304145911627829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110304145911627829' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110226409247802184</id><published>2004-12-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T08:28:12.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched a most inspiring "20/20 : Oprah in Africa" last night!think the message that really came to me was that it doesn't matter how big or how small our act of kindness is; whenever we extend kindness... we leave a heart print in someone's life. It was awesome watching what Oprah did for these children in Africa. It reminded me of the incredible smiles &amp; joy I had the priviledge to enjoy in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110226409247802184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110226409247802184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226409247802184' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110200366307764308</id><published>2004-12-02T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T08:07:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes...Dad has gotten to me once again. I just don't know how to be with him. Just because he needs his cheque for the Daycare tomorrow....which I have already signed and placed on my desk and would give to him......he hounded my continuously 5x on the handphone! And could I yell? No! Because if I did, it may just upset him and trigger him to hurt someone next. What am I suppose to do?I am so so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110200366307764308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110200366307764308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110200366307764308' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110166394535191946</id><published>2004-11-28T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T09:45:45.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I screwed Sis up for shouting at Dadyes...he tried to throw punch at her.But it will never justify her using vulgarity at himAnd in front of Nicky...Doesn't she see that Nicky is bad tempered cos she watches her? And yet she scolds Nicky all the time for throwing her tantrum!!!!When will she realise that when my Dad gets angry...and if he ever turns violent; she has her responsibilities too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110166394535191946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110166394535191946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110166394535191946' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110040820140733541</id><published>2004-11-13T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:04:00.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Archangel Michael says today: " I am with you, giving you the courage to make life changes that will help you work on your Divine life purpose" I have come to you because you asked God for safety and protection, and because you asked about your life purpose. Since you are a lightworker, I am overseeing the fruition of your Divine life purpose. You have been a lightworker for a long time, and you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110040820140733541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110040820140733541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110040820140733541' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110040987232884584</id><published>2004-11-13T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:31:17.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MacRitchie Reservoir Walk this A.M!waaaahhh...so proud of myself at getting up at 6am to go do the Tree-top Walk in MacRitchie! (see red blots I have used to mark my route!)My legs are jelly now but I had good fun and of course some worthy exercises! But this HSVC Tree Top Walk a bit short leh. For the 1.5hr each way that I had to do to get there and back, the tree-top experience was a short 10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110040987232884584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110040987232884584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110040987232884584' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110035816647620196</id><published>2004-11-13T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T07:14:31.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway</title><summary type='text'>People are illogical, unreasonable and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. The biggest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110035816647620196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110035816647620196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110035816647620196' title='Anyway'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-110033631420134892</id><published>2004-11-13T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:58:34.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Challenges/ Opportunities: DeathPOSITIONAL (MAIN) MEANING Trust that dramatic changes only happen according to divine appointment.The card in the Challenges/Opportunities position reflects how you can use creativity to turn a crisis or challenge into an opportunity. The Death card in this position points to the awesome challenge that death and rebirth present. Letting go is not easy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110033631420134892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/110033631420134892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110033631420134892' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109794502467547416</id><published>2004-10-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T09:43:44.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation of the Turning-30-girlfriends</title><summary type='text'>" If you don't eat meat, you are less angry..."" Really... are you sure?"" That's what vegetarian friends say..."" Especially Red Meat...angry food"" So fish is ok?"" I suppose so...actually not sure"" But fish are not angry animals"" Yeah...have you ever seen an angry fish"" Not really, neither have I seen fish smile"" But that's because fishes cannot remember!"" Yes!They only have 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109794502467547416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109794502467547416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794502467547416' title='Conversation of the Turning-30-girlfriends'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109734222005878995</id><published>2004-10-09T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:17:00.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tunnel Through Time" The Musical</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure everyone walked out of the Khoo Auditorium @ SCGS tonight teary-eyed. I was crying and crying from halfway through the musical. Then I saw Min in the crowd with solid red eyes. Even the boys were emotional...."Tunnel Through Time" is a musical put up by LP33 for David Kinnear. David suffered a stroke early this year in PNG and was literally given the death sentence that he will not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109734222005878995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109734222005878995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109734222005878995' title='&quot;Tunnel Through Time&quot; The Musical'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109681120565641346</id><published>2004-10-03T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T06:46:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever hated your mom?Terrible isn't it?yes...I am now full of angst towards this woman who bore me. Incredible.I had enough of her negativities, had enough of her reprimanding Dad for things he may not have full control of, had enough of her being curt and aloof about assiting Dad to recovery, enough of her thinking that only her world is right...everybody else is wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109681120565641346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109681120565641346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109681120565641346' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109586766546241754</id><published>2004-09-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T08:41:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M1 saga continues in its usual duh-standard</title><summary type='text'>To keep anxious friends informed...Received a call yesterday from a Customer Service Officer from M1.I think I wanted to laugh at how M1 is dealing with this case. Instead of promptly providing a solution, this sheepish sounding persona called to reassure me that she is seeking for approval for my case. At this point, I wish I could show her my rolling eye balls. I would have expected that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109586766546241754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109586766546241754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109586766546241754' title='M1 saga continues in its usual duh-standard'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109581759592497141</id><published>2004-09-21T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:46:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a big day!Dad's first full fledge day at the Clementi West ElderCare Centre!Amazing. It feels like first day of school. He was up early, cleaning up, preparing, getting his gear together. I was up earlier than usual, checking he is ok, packing his stuff, going through medication time and other little niggies with him.This time, Dad's the child. I am the anxious parent.I am so happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109581759592497141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109581759592497141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109581759592497141' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109567160297437516</id><published>2004-09-20T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:13:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My complaint to Straits TimesM1 rules?I have been an M1 subscriber for at least 5 years.  I have stayed with M1 for the sure fact that I have recognized its services in the past and imagined that this giant service provider is about providing excellent service to their customers. I signed for a second line for my father more than 2 years back and for the fact that I could not put a third </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109567160297437516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109567160297437516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109567160297437516' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109555928793326171</id><published>2004-09-18T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T19:01:27.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jee, David &amp; Roh are in the Sunday's Times today!wow! Wow! WOw! so excited for them cos Jee &amp; Roh are staging a Muscial for David to raise funds for his recovery! I am so proud of this Kinnear family!They have been my inspirations and has kept me going with Dad. Sometimes, yes, sometimes I wish my Mum was more open, my sis was more proactive and for them to be so much more patient &amp; loving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109555928793326171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109555928793326171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109555928793326171' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109526336057892642</id><published>2004-09-15T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T08:49:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bangkok weekend flew by in a blurhahahahahI swear to God Almighty this is the only time in my life I have shopped like that!This are some stuff I bought! (note...none of the brands are of course real real?!)1) Diesel Sweat Paints - 199Baht2) Diesel Jeans - 600Baht3) Birkenstock Sandals - 180Baht4) New Balance All Terrain Foot Wear - 2095Baht (aye...this one real)5) Mande Lular( body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109526336057892642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109526336057892642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109526336057892642' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109396307694228035</id><published>2004-08-31T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T07:37:56.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I end my 5 years stint as Retail Manager at Creative Hands.wow.what a saga of learning, working hard, learning some more and growing incredibly as a person.I am running a fever nowI'm not sure how I am feeling.perhaps my body id letting go after the last one two weeks of working hard, redefining Kai and creating a brand new chapter.wow.my head is spinning.I can't think...I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109396307694228035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109396307694228035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109396307694228035' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109370753741222117</id><published>2004-08-28T08:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:10:51.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheer BearYou're the Care Bear cheerleader! Your spunky personality and optimisim lifts everyone's spirit. Though you want everyone to be happy, you stand your ground on issues you feel strongly about and this can bring disunity among your friends. Despite this, you are a true believer in working together.Take the Which Care Bear Are You? Quiz!Go check: http://www.lavendersea.net/quiz/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109370753741222117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109370753741222117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370753741222117' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109310930766382397</id><published>2004-08-21T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T10:28:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt like you have aged overnight because of the things that happen around you?Yah. that's how I am feeling now. Yes, I may already be hitting my 30's soon...but hell, Life continues to dish out new things! That's what the bunch of girlfriends were just talking about. When you are in your Primary School, all you ever care about was whether you had friends...why your best friend is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109310930766382397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109310930766382397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310930766382397' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109293067736401282</id><published>2004-08-19T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T08:51:17.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there someone out there who understands the constellation and can tell me if there has been some major star movements?  Everything seems so tensed. Everything seems like a mad whirl of mess. Been feeling lost for a while. Been feeling extremely disoriented and exasperated...wanting to do alot but yet having so little done.... damn. what's happening? Been loosing weight too miraculously. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109293067736401282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109293067736401282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109293067736401282' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109136641054015637</id><published>2004-08-01T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T06:20:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am fuming nowI feel so judged by a bunch of idiots who hardly knows me.I hate it that the conversation around me is always that I look too young or I behave too young therefore I am only good enough to be rookie or play a bimbotic role.Who are they to know who I have been, what I have done to say what I am worth.Screw them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109136641054015637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109136641054015637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136641054015637' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109077241678130770</id><published>2004-07-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T09:20:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Do I Need To Be</title><summary type='text'>Had a long conversation over dinner with Jee &amp; PatrickUnexpected conversation but every bit necessary. I figure God sent His Angels to me again last night and wanted me to really look at who I am.All I have been focused on were the challenges ahead of me.Patrick asked:" What is your Dream?"Just what is it? and why am I not thinking about it, why am I not focusing my energies on building it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109077241678130770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109077241678130770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109077241678130770' title='Who Do I Need To Be'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109041468837011812</id><published>2004-07-21T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T10:30:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><summary type='text'>2 accounts of death had me stop and slow down recently about where I'm rushing to. At the Camp over the weekend, Henry spoke of a young lad who was just washed away into the sea. No one knew how it could possibly happen. He was only knee deep waddling along the beach. I am certain I must have met him in CyberCamp KL 2 years ago but no, I cannot picture his face. The news left an empty spot in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109041468837011812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109041468837011812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041468837011812' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109039084524927884</id><published>2004-07-20T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T23:54:28.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confused Papa</title><summary type='text'>It must be tough to be in my Papa's shoes; where reality, dreams and imagination fuse into one. For a while, he has been certain there are other people in the house. They apparently sit in the living area. And whenever he walks up, they disappear. They follow him around, disappear when he turns around or show up as headless freaks. No, papa doesn't think of them as ghosts. We had a discussion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109039084524927884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109039084524927884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109039084524927884' title='My Confused Papa'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-109033534850056157</id><published>2004-07-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T23:55:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm That Blew Away</title><summary type='text'>I was cringing tonight. World War III about to erupt in the kitchen The confrontation of the In-Laws. Yes...mum was going to spill her displeasure about her son-in-law tonight. The thought of it sent me shopping at Zara! It isn't going to be pleasant to be in the cross fire. So I found mountains of reasons to not get home despite being tired and that work ended at 5.30pm BUT... guess what? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109033534850056157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/109033534850056157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033534850056157' title='The Storm That Blew Away'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108968770387861374</id><published>2004-07-12T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:01:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear or Constipate</title><summary type='text'>Stuff happened or I found out that annoyed me to bits yesterday.Was so exhausted by last night that I collapsed in bed still holding on to the bad "qi" in my stomach. So figure I need to clear now or else I'll constipate...Had a morning meeting with staff and Boss yesterday morning. Very disturbed and annoyed after the meeting. I am not sure why we had to have one when most questions asked or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108968770387861374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108968770387861374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968770387861374' title='Clear or Constipate'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108956375050625280</id><published>2004-07-11T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T09:35:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Off Day</title><summary type='text'>I've been mad lately...filling my off days with trainings and stuff.So on Friday...I gave myself permission to have a REAL off day!HOORAY!NO stress, no worries about the next task to handle, no memorising scripts &amp; sequences of outdoor activities....It was GOOD! I decided it will be a day of many new things. And I was glad it was just that! Lunch was yummy Hakka food at 93 Amoy Street. Yum. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108956375050625280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108956375050625280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108956375050625280' title='A Real Off Day'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108861246724912446</id><published>2004-06-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T09:21:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing The Moment</title><summary type='text'>I read somewhere about Missing the Moment.Spending too much time analysing what to do, whether to do it, how to do it, if it's worth doing it, can I do it........ sets us back from just doing and then learning from wherever the experience takes us.I watched myself Missing the Moment on Monday night.It was a little out-of-the-body :OI was buying tim sum at a hawker stall. A lady in the late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108861246724912446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108861246724912446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108861246724912446' title='Missing The Moment'/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108786999319955672</id><published>2004-06-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:06:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend, my spirits soared :) and so did my body.hahah...that rickety jacob's ladder off 20m from the ground is a huge *gULp* activity. I'm sooooooooo glad I trusted myself...this is the new beginning for me! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108786999319955672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108786999319955672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108786999319955672' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108748887508892974</id><published>2004-06-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T09:14:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was at The Hiding Place tonight for a Break to Dawn session.Very amazing, inspiring and uplifting.The best part ws when one of the guys stood up to share that he enjoyed the part in the book when The Drummer said: "If my Life was smooth, I'll have learnt very little".Give thanks to what the Universe puts forth in front of us!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108748887508892974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108748887508892974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748887508892974' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108748872460047786</id><published>2004-06-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T09:12:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless MindI haven't seen a movie that impacted me and made me ponder for a while. ESOTSM is such a movie. The very idea of erasing parts of our lives certainly isn't unheard. Many of us exclaim loudly or cry through the nights thinking exactly that! Just wipe it all out! For all of our lives, this thought exist only as a wish for us to run away. But in this movie, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108748872460047786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108748872460047786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748872460047786' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108748772711967322</id><published>2004-06-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T08:57:36.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My japanese name is ?? Kawazoe (riverside) ??? Kumiko (eternal beautiful child).Take your real japanese name generator! today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.I certainly like the "eternal beautiful child" bit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108748772711967322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108748772711967322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748772711967322' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108731867585196405</id><published>2004-06-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:57:55.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opps...here's the MamaLemon Savings Boxes. Gosh...I used to steal one dollar coins out of them when I needed extra money! Decided over Springcleaning that it's time to let them go..... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108731867585196405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108731867585196405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731867585196405' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108731855591306917</id><published>2004-06-15T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T09:55:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Mama-Lemon Saving Boxes and Childhood dolls I grew up with.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108731855591306917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108731855591306917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731855591306917' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108671350038786645</id><published>2004-06-08T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T09:57:05.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He toka tu moana, ara he toa rongonui. (Your strength is like a rock that stands in raging waters.)~ Maori Proverb  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108671350038786645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108671350038786645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108671350038786645' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108654119007559224</id><published>2004-06-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T09:59:50.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caterpillar Big &amp; Small...truly a masterpiece from my 7-year old student Justin. Look! Red....my new hot bedsheet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108654119007559224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108654119007559224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108654119007559224' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108653564477909131</id><published>2004-06-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T08:27:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I learned from 7 -9 year-olds1. Adults do not have best friends! Best friends are for kids2. Moms do not like fun3. Britney Spears is cool. Latin/Brazilian music is weird4. If you do not listen to Westlife, you are uncool5. Boys are horrible cos they dig their nose(opinion of the girls)6. I'm the nice-est person on earth (hahahhaha I like this one)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108653564477909131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108653564477909131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108653564477909131' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108645393585297980</id><published>2004-06-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T09:45:35.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clear the Space.That was my theme for today.No more excuses for waiting.Because I waited, dad fell last night.I'm tired of my nonsense.So I headed out with a fire to make sure I get all my tasks done.Headed straight to TTS to buy dad the walking frame that we've been talking about so much. Truth is, I realise I actually have the ability to convince dad most of the time.He was to abhor the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108645393585297980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108645393585297980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645393585297980' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108637775179547698</id><published>2004-06-04T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:36:13.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daddy fell downagain.It was so loud I jumped out of sleepWhen I got out, mum and sis were with himHe was already cryingIt was a hard knock on the head.I don't know how to pacify himor to make him feel better.All he could think of was that he was getting worsethat he needed to be in the hospitalHow can I ever get him to see things positively?How can I ever not carry him, not feel like I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108637775179547698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108637775179547698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637775179547698' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108635347853597811</id><published>2004-06-04T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T05:51:18.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a little drifting....I feel like the clock is ticking away especially slowingAnd I am waitingNot quite sure for what But I have to wait.I am so drifting I forgot I was suppose to be at a seminar tonight!?I came home to the comfort of Nicky. She's quite amazing really. We've been having this converstaion about where our nose, mouth, ears, eyes and hair are. She's getting a hang about the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108635347853597811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108635347853597811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635347853597811' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108627629195152868</id><published>2004-06-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T08:24:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my test results at Colorgenics. Damn....http://www.colorgenics.com/index.cfm?pageview=test_8cubeYou have always longed for tenderness, love and a sensitivity of feeling into which you would like to blend. You are a very gentle warm person and responsive to 'All things bright and beautiful'. This personifies a caring person, a person who 'needs' and indeed 'needs to be needed'.You are full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108627629195152868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108627629195152868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627629195152868' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108627295191659079</id><published>2004-06-03T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T07:29:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was absolutely beautiful...another chapter from the Prophet: On Reason &amp; Passion.Reason &amp; Passion...the two things that tears us apart so often....only if we learn how to house them both...And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion." And he answered saying: Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108627295191659079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108627295191659079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627295191659079' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108627231196438765</id><published>2004-06-03T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T07:18:31.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favourite Chapter from The Prophet by Kahlil GibranOn ChildrenAnd a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108627231196438765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108627231196438765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627231196438765' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108593174319166560</id><published>2004-05-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T08:42:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KKindAAwesomeIIntelligentName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.comcourtesy from Hweeling's blog. NIce to know I am Kind, Awesome and Intelligent!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108593174319166560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108593174319166560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108593174319166560' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108591034359966651</id><published>2004-05-30T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T02:45:43.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm counting my blessings today.Of friends and people who have been with me gently over the past 2 weeks.Min &amp; Jee for being always there. When I cry, when I laugh, when I don't know why and I am torn apart. When I am desperate and need to squeeze a hand. When I am exhausted and need to hide. When I am silly beyond words, both of you have never let go. Especially when there is so much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108591034359966651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108591034359966651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108591034359966651' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108524386023384040</id><published>2004-05-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T09:37:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe the amount of truth that has been raining down onto me over the past 1 week. It's like I've been praying for answers for the past 1/2 year and all of a sudden, my clogged up emails got to God and he hit "REPLY" straight away on everything.It rained answersLiterallySo hard I was crying every other day for the last week. It's like as if there's been this mist going around me for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108524386023384040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108524386023384040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108524386023384040' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108523746788250997</id><published>2004-05-22T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T07:51:07.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss Srijana.And the children in DangI miss the simplicity, the unclutter and love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108523746788250997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108523746788250997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523746788250997' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108515575232131912</id><published>2004-05-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T09:09:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Srijana &amp; me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108515575232131912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108515575232131912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515575232131912' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108515077973565006</id><published>2004-05-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T07:46:19.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In view of all that is happening in my life, I certainly sound like the "You suck, and that's sad" bunny.you are the "you suck, and that's sad"happy bunny. you're truthful, but can be a bitbrutal.  which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108515077973565006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108515077973565006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515077973565006' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108481954616474703</id><published>2004-05-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T11:45:46.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates..you never know what you'll get!I have finally tendered my resignation last Monday.Wow.Almost 5years!Wow! Now the possibilities are all out there. Plunge girl plunge!!!Funny how Life is working out perfectly for me and teaching me some of the grandest lesson. I've been down but I know the best part about it is knowing how many friends are loving me for who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108481954616474703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108481954616474703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108481954616474703' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108464229105689936</id><published>2004-05-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T10:31:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten of CupsPosition: Challenges/ OpportunitiesMain (positional) Meaning:You know in your heart that you have done what is best for all concerned.The card that lands in the Challenges/Opportunities position refers to ways that you can turn obstacles into stepping stones. With the Ten of Cups in this position, let yourself relax, knowing your labors are completed. The worst is over and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108464229105689936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108464229105689936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464229105689936' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108464067384881464</id><published>2004-05-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T10:04:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Is The LoveWhat's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIAThe Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you only have love for your own raceThen you only leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108464067384881464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108464067384881464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464067384881464' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108464029002284817</id><published>2004-05-15T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T09:58:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>btw KY, the interesting thing is then how you might think me or anyone in the shop looks at this as just a job. If I did, I'd have quited 4 years ago.Most friends think I am insane to have stayedI have Creative Hands blood in me. that was what disturbed me....but now I realised what i ever did never really matterd. everything will change</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108464029002284817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108464029002284817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464029002284817' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108452280706548351</id><published>2004-05-14T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:20:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm incredulously angryI am.The painting of Buddha's Face was removed from the shop's window.Because they were uncomfortable.Perhaps I've introduced Satan into the Art Shop. I didn't realise that. How can we operate as an Art Shop, propergate Art, Freedom of expression, Openess, Love, Understanding when we think only My World is right. Dear God, tell me you didn't mean for the World to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108452280706548351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108452280706548351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108452280706548351' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108445809302984359</id><published>2004-05-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T07:21:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loving Unconditioning vs Taking Care of Myself.See-saw Topic for today.Been thinking about it and still can't figure out what I think about this. I would like to LOVE Freely and unexpectantly. But giving giving giving eventually have me prunified. Mentally, emotionally, physically. But so they say....LOVE yourself before you can love others. Ahhhhhhh.I am so not a philosophy....  :PSmell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108445809302984359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108445809302984359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445809302984359' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108429501897222132</id><published>2004-05-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:03:38.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you believe in Angels?I do.Faeries &amp; God too.Blesphemy...me? my thoughts and wisdom?um... I used to suspect that too.But I love that I cleared that poo-poo Energy today.Maybe you are an Earth Angel too? Your righteous Human- nurtured mind thinks are toony?um....try this?Wise OneWith an intelligence far beyond your earthly yearsand an awareness of the unknown to rival thegreatest of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108429501897222132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108429501897222132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108429501897222132' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108408560529192229</id><published>2004-05-08T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:57:24.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleepI am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glints on snowI am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn rainWhen you awaken the morning's hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in cycled flightI am the soft stars that shine at nightDo not stand at my grave and cry~ an article i found in Nepal which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108408560529192229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108408560529192229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408560529192229' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108195384352802423</id><published>2004-04-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:46:54.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am stiff sniffing as I writewas online with Al who is in the beautiful mountains right now. Just sharing about the ups &amp; downs, and him tellinme how the children remembers him and how people we've met in Nepal are now friends and extending so much love to him. I am so looking foward to being with them. Can't believe this, shared with one of the staff today about my trip and the cause I believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108195384352802423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108195384352802423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195384352802423' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108187855578253456</id><published>2004-04-13T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:52:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What was God trying to teach me today?In the morning, my favourite storeman sprouted sarcasm and accusations at me about how I had put forth a honest opinion/ request which obviously got him into office political shit. Did I mean it that way? No. I chose not to try to explain at lengths cos I know it'll only mess things up. So I kept quiet. Hurt? yes. But I ask myself why did I allow myself to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108187855578253456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108187855578253456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187855578253456' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108159238449684656</id><published>2004-04-10T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T03:22:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was much a good day until just...Went to the Jurong Swimming Complex with HL again. Splashed and rolled and went mad in the waters. Perfect start for a good day!Was at the Singapore Children's Society Home by 1pm to do the first Break to Dawn workshop. Kids were 12-13 years old. Was an interesting lot given their age. It was tricky to get them started at first but certainly with young </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108159238449684656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108159238449684656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159238449684656' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108100365019908427</id><published>2004-04-03T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T07:05:17.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read this in  Conversations with God today. Profoundly insightful and intriguing. "What would happen if everything I thought was "wrong" was actually "right"?  :O How does God talk, and to whom? When I asked this question, here's the answer I received:I talk to everyone. All the time. The question is not to whom do I talk, but who listens?Intrigued, I asked God to expand on this subject</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108100365019908427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108100365019908427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100365019908427' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108064643184289594</id><published>2004-03-30T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T03:41:07.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I call today New &amp; DiscoveringFinding small joys and excitements in familiar little Singapore is always so heart warming.This morning, I made my way to the JURONG EAST COMMUNITY SWIMMING POOL.WahBoy was I impressed. Being a lassaire-faire sort of newspaper reader, I've been hardly aware of what's the buzz around town. (bad...very bad) However, my friends have been generously strewing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108064643184289594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108064643184289594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064643184289594' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-108035673322144841</id><published>2004-03-26T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T19:08:05.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A River RunsWe started off as separateDrops of trickleflowStreams in silent sojournsWith no place to goThen we came togetherAs Thirty streams uniteAs one we soon becameA river full of mightThe river forges forwardInto unchartered landsBut its mighty prowessBreaks both soil and sandIt bears the weight of bouldersAnd wear them down to dustTill across the unknown plainsLay a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108035673322144841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/108035673322144841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035673322144841' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107987276482656068</id><published>2004-03-21T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T04:41:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://wonderofitall.com/Al sent me this link again as I was busy being angryI found it in the web 2 weeks ago and shared it. There was so much in it.But when I sat and watched it again, I had a good cry. Sometimes, some lessons are forgotten and sometimes, we just get so engrossed in being bitter. I just did and I found my soul chipping off bit by bit. I grew angry and small and miserable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107987276482656068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107987276482656068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987276482656068' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107987089383379633</id><published>2004-03-21T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T04:10:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been debatingwhether I am the one who created this entire unhappy scenerioI could always have pretended but I knew in my heart of hearts that I don't want to be just a pretense. And i wouldn't want someone to hang around when I am not so important after all. I felt it the day he came home. Maybe it was just the exhaustion from his adventure. But somehow, I felt the very slight strain. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107987089383379633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107987089383379633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987089383379633' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107986892051183084</id><published>2004-03-21T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T03:37:47.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like this emotionA very tight squeeze in my heart. A very suffocating wrap. I literally have to heave deeply. I'm all tangled over and still a mess. It's as if there are layers and layers of heavy weights on me.I keep struggling but I keep losing to the battle as the strength and light in me seeps away.why?I found myself askingwhy am I the subject of this?I need to know what is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107986892051183084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107986892051183084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107986892051183084' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107971623936538115</id><published>2004-03-19T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T09:13:04.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear wraps our bodies in clothingLove allows us to stand nakedFear clings to and clutches all that we haveLove gives all that we have awayFear holds closeLove holds dearFear graspsLove lets go.Fear ranklesLove soothesFear attacksLove amendsEvery human thought, word, or deedIs based in one emotion or the otherYou have no choice about thisCos there is nothing else from which to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107971623936538115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107971623936538115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107971623936538115' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107961988838176774</id><published>2004-03-18T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T06:27:12.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by Quizillahahahahahahhahah....I forced SISTA to do this and she is Marlin! OMG....so her!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107961988838176774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107961988838176774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961988838176774' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107953980102915873</id><published>2004-03-17T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T08:12:24.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just feeling somewhat annoyed with myself.My conversation with Jee tonight found myself discovering I am in exactly the same position she is in. Funny how we love easily. I do. I think there is so much to give and I embrace giving. But when the person you shower all that to is only about to give you 70% when you give 100%, you start to feel like you are such a shithead.I do. I wonder if I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107953980102915873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107953980102915873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953980102915873' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107920320583862992</id><published>2004-03-13T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:42:24.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahahahahhaha.... I am so not surprised I'm Dory!!!! What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107920320583862992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107920320583862992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107920320583862992' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216489.post-107901440974815374</id><published>2004-03-11T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T06:15:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bones are creaking...gee whiz...been really busy with new shop.don't like it when my energy is scattered but I know I can deal with it.Breathe kai breatheall the might crazy bazooka works will be done Monday! hooray....longing for a sleep-full-day day!...............................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107901440974815374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216489/posts/default/107901440974815374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaix.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901440974815374' title=''/><author><name>kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02631531952078030103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/955/320/me%20%26%20boarders.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
