tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82035936951937388102009-07-15T14:34:23.212+08:00The Uptown Lifeit doesn't matter whether you're black or white.theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comBlogger388125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-71169836443412742872009-07-15T12:23:00.004+08:002009-07-15T14:32:58.467+08:00Even I know thatGot inspired by this <a href="http://monoloqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-remind-myself-of-things.html">post</a>.<br /><br /><br />1. It's never fun if you're at the losing side of the table (not for long!)<br />2. Soy nuts. Salty.<br />3. I miss my choco protein bars. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Herbalicious.</span><br />4. Liquid lunch<br />5. Can't wait for dinner. What should I have? Can't wait to see <a href="http://www.combustingchicken.blogspot.com/">you</a> and <a href="http://woofworks.livejournal.com/">you</a>!<br />6. Good prep for dinner- 100 boxes done, 100 more to go. Hard labor, tau?<br />7. Best part, no sweat! ;)<br />8. Oo. I'm wearing my skinny today.<br />9. Asked my dad how I looked; well, wrong person to ask<br />10. OMG. David Choi covered Zee Avi's Bitterheart! <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuHAPpOliMg">Click</a>!<br />11. <a href="http://twitter.com/kingsthings">Larry King</a> asked: <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Why are objects in the rear view mirror closer than they appear?<br />12. Spam. more spam. I wonder why I keep the old email add.<br />13. Em Watson looks<a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/2-hot-2-handle/3057?nc"> super lady-i-like</a> in a tiered nude organza dress.<br />14. I have two hot dresses in which I needed to find two occasions to wear em.<br />15. I'm not regretting it, but I really don't see the point <a href="http://sabbah.biz/mt/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/the_pathetic_end_to_bush_era_2_by_latuff2.jpg">now</a>.<br />16. Commercial break: Peach tea!<br />17. Self-censorship is too much.<br />18. Hwa Tai Crackers<br />19. Zac Efron- Ashton in the making. You can't deny the chemistry in 17 again, hello?<br />20. I'm still 20! I hope I'll do something amazing by the time I turn twentyone.<br />21. H&G. Hi and Goodbye. I know, C&C. Corny and Cheesy. I don't care.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7116983644341274287?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-18574225171054775012009-07-14T14:39:00.003+08:002009-07-14T17:28:25.585+08:00It's easy to pick when one laughs like a Hyena...<div style="text-align: justify;">and the other one looks like <a href="http://www.geocities.com/actresses_on_screen/pictures/sleepless_in_seattle_tv_picture_030.jpg">Meg Ryan</a> sans botox.<br /><br /><a href="http://z.about.com/d/healing/1/0/f/N/gtotem_hyena.jpg">Hyena</a> Vs. <a href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/257/2570811/17_2009/image_2.jpg">Meg Ryan</a>. Easy pick.<br /><br />The problem with romantic comedies or any movies with lead roles as the main theme, is that they make it Love for Dummies series. They go to the extreme to make sure, we, the audience don't get confused.<br /><br />Like seriously, who are you going choose? "You complete me" Vs. "It's my grandmother's, I sized them down, she had fat fingers". Less is more. Stick to three words, and you'll never go wrong.<br /><br />I hate you, I love you; you eliminate room for misinterpretation. But women will always be blamed for thinking too much about the things men say such as, "It's not you, it's me".<br /><br />Clearly by now, women are already known to have the ability to multitask, which also leads to "What do you mean by that exactly?"<br /><br />And if you already read all this and nod your head, well, you know you want to agree that we just want to fall in love like the movies. If only we have obvious choice. Then again, we all don't live in the "perfect" movie world, even if we want to.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1857422517105477501?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-53752815498846041152009-07-10T16:48:00.002+08:002009-07-10T16:59:45.247+08:00let's join in this ecstasy<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpojZ0COU3Y&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fblog.wongfuproductions.com%2F%3Fp%3D1963&feature=player_embedded">Happy Proposal</a>. Fake or real? I voted fake, but towards the end I voted real because life's too short for cynicism and skepticism.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5375281549884604115?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-4670669593886394482009-07-09T09:16:00.004+08:002009-07-09T09:55:13.522+08:00this place could be much brighter than tomorrow<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_QmDb5I/AAAAAAAADAU/RizVkDic2xU/s1600-h/young_michael_09.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_QmDb5I/AAAAAAAADAU/RizVkDic2xU/s400/young_michael_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271981497118610" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes, it takes something huge to make us start reflecting on our current self or situation; it took a passing of a legend this time around; not only an icon, but a human being, a man, no less. In the words of Maya Angelou, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">We had him"</span>.<br /><br />He may not be God, but he has lived his life on stage, scrutinized of every act on stage and off stage. He was God-like, people worshiped him but didn't spare him off the stage. Even until the very end, he had a mega solemn stage exit; life is indeed a brief's candle.<br /><br />The testimonials, eulogies by his closest friends and family during his memorial struck me; could it be that this man lived a life of a friend, a son, a brother, a father? He was invincible, he was incomparable, he was anything but human-like in terms of his capabilities, but we do forget that he's fragile too, he has a heart and he is all human, but with a heart bursting with love and generosity; to share his talent to the world.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_qKbvaI/AAAAAAAADAc/hdR8qGCUyr0/s1600-h/_41314810_mj_bad.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlVM_qKbvaI/AAAAAAAADAc/hdR8qGCUyr0/s400/_41314810_mj_bad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271988360592802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>The world, the media was not able to take him as it is; he was powerful, he was in every household, he was something to everyone; his beat, infamous moonwalk, his high pitch voice, his persona, his soft spoken personality. In one way or another, we take it all in, we spit him out; taking for granted of God's gift, or messenger.<br /><br />He was a messenger of peace, he was true love preacher; but always misunderstood for having personal hidden intentions. We are human, so is he. One man for the world, but it's not easy having the world against you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Smile, as though your heart is aching", </span>this particular line from his favorite song by Charlie Chaplin is telling us his life on stage. Hurtful words, critics may have crush his fragile and innocent heart, but he is always smiling. And even that, people can still find fault in his smiling. The world is judgmental; we conform to the norms of society and we seek approval; he is one of the few that tried to make a change. <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /></span></span><br /><br />He lived his life like a prophet. I'm not saying he deserved to worshipped; but what I'm saying that this man, this unbelievable man; stripped of his talents, of his name, of his background, deserves our [final] respect. He who has sacrificed himself, and poured so much love and kindness for the world, deserves to be loved.<br /><br />The world should celebrate his life; and life goes on after this. Take this as a great lesson; take this as a story shared throughout our generation and our children' generation. For a man who has raised the bars, and broke the bars; and knowing, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"We had him"</span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-467066959388639448?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-67382071701223339712009-07-06T22:07:00.003+08:002009-07-06T22:13:57.086+08:00you ain't seen anything yet<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlIFo-heqZI/AAAAAAAADAM/dSP1e_C6Kls/s1600-h/_MG_0548.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SlIFo-heqZI/AAAAAAAADAM/dSP1e_C6Kls/s320/_MG_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355349108433267090" border="0" /></a><br />My real stage isn't here. but it did paved a way- through the ups and downs, friendships, politics; the learning curve is unbelievable, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.<br /><br />The warm up session is completed, now let's take on the real thing, and I shall take my place on the real stage; that I look forward to.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6738207170122333971?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-82358279419468757552009-07-03T17:44:00.005+08:002009-07-03T18:13:54.796+08:00Our 20 years of education leads to...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sk3UyJbWTOI/AAAAAAAAC_s/l0-bMApE8H0/s1600-h/wells.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sk3UyJbWTOI/AAAAAAAAC_s/l0-bMApE8H0/s400/wells.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354169490002562274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Sit back and think, we studied for 20 years or more to wear a gown, to call yourself a graduate, to say I'm officially an adult, to cry out loud, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Why did I ever wished to grow up so fast?" </span><br /><br /><br />Like how the elders feel about nearing the end, fresh grads fear the real world. We grew up to aim for the moon and to ignore the stars, A+ if you can, C, you're no good. The more subjects you take for your SPM, the better chances of getting more As; the list never ends.<br /><br />I think I'm a little feverish now that it has finally hit me, that I'll be officially a diploma graduate tomorrow[ ignoring the fact I have already been working for half a year, or we'll be the super seniors among the graduating lots] There are a few congratulatory messages, and yetI didn't feel a thing.<br /><br />Some won't be attending the convocation. Some will. This seems like a 10th year reunion for our batch... Probably no kids, more like telling how amazing your current job is, or how much weight you lost or gained, or your new image, or the places you've traveled over the past year.<br /><br /><br />Oh, the feeling is all jumbled up, like salad, now I'm not sure whether to go with mayo, italian or thousand, maybe a little bit of olive oil, less calories that way, ;) I think you only go through this when you're waiting for your exam results, your reunion, convocation, marriage, preggus test, well let's not go too far in the future; but it's moments like these that make you go all jittery, speechless, and seriously there are no words for it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If it was a pie</span>, then it would be real messy.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If it was a scene in a movie</span>, it would be the final battle in LOTR 3. ;p<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If it was a moment, </span>this would really come close to giving birth, the part where you breath in and out, and regret and then you cry, "My beautiful baby".<br /><br />Now, I just hope I don't "deliver".<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8235827941946875755?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-9302664813657689762009-06-26T09:20:00.010+08:002009-06-26T09:50:09.866+08:00Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQpKQ2aztI/AAAAAAAAC-I/vsfi6N9nkSg/s1600-h/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQpKQ2aztI/AAAAAAAAC-I/vsfi6N9nkSg/s320/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351447513521639122" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkQk5tF7ilI/AAAAAAAAC-A/AhO_00bmVSY/s1600-h/n576301718_948592_1471.jpg"><br /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dance; I would ride more merry-go-rounds.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would pick more daisies.<br /><br />Nadine Stair, 85 years old<br /></span><span><a href="http://www.great-inspirational-quotes.com/i-would-pick-more-daisies.html">Click</a> for story</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-930266481365768976?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-35684307320054246062009-06-25T16:47:00.004+08:002009-06-25T17:11:37.738+08:00I support!<div style="text-align: justify;">I have come across so many of my dear family members and relatives that has to undergo dialysis, and it's such a painful ordeal- and <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nkf.org.my/">NKF</a> has done a great job in subsidizing for its dialysis patients- because most of them are unable to work due to the dialysis sessions. Since, a click of love is all you need, then do your job. A click, an email verification- and DiGi will do the donating part, so click away peeps!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/vote.php?cid=5" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/i/Blog_Panel/BlogPanel_NKF.jpg" border="0" width="468" height="60" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/vote.php?cid=7" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.lovetosave.com.my/i/Blog_Panel/BlogPanel_HOSPIS.jpg" width="468" border="0" height="60" /></a><br /></div><br />Click love for <a href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.lovetosave.com.my/vote.php?cid=7%22%20target=%22_blank%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.lovetosave.com.my/i/Blog_Panel/BlogPanel_HOSPIS.jpg%22%20width=%22468%22%20border=%220%22%20height=%2260%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E">Hospis Malaysia</a> too! They provide the best palliative care for terminally ill patients- my grandmother passed away from cancer 5 years ago and her last 11 days would not be easy on us in terms of ensuring her comfort, but the nurses from Hospis was there 24/7.<br /><br />Since we're on this topic, people, do yourself a favor to keep healthy. Treat your body like a temple, it's the only place you got to live. For me, an <span style="font-weight: bold;">Uptown life= Quality life</span>, health is your first wealth. If you're living and breathing, please give thanks that you're still standing on your two feet.<br /><br />And if you don't, you just need a health plan, if you're not feeling so good, have a health plan today. Start on the "An apple a day.... " and not "A hershey bar a day.."<br /><br />Here's to your health! Cheers!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3568430732005424606?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-34170888194523568112009-06-24T10:19:00.003+08:002009-06-25T18:19:55.280+08:00Best Line from Rocky Balboa<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uASVzkrEKgs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uASVzkrEKgs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />This kid's gonna be the best kid in the world. </span>This kid's gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew." And you grew up good and wonderful. It was great just watching you, every day was like a privilege.<br /><br />Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world, and you did. But somewhere along the line, you changed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You stopped being you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good. </span><br /><br />And when things got hard, <span style="font-weight: bold;">you started looking for something to blame</span>, like a big shadow.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let me tell you something you already know</span>. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows.<br /><br />It's a very mean and nasty place and <span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it</span>. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward.</span> How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! <span style="font-weight: bold;">Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! </span>Cowards do that and that ain't you!<br /><br />More <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0479143/quotes">here</a>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3417088819452356811?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-78125198022171253132009-06-23T16:00:00.009+08:002009-06-23T18:16:02.554+08:00I love reading horoscopesWell, it's never entirely true or false, it sits on the fence; trying to warn you and it makes you feel good about yourself. Like a fairytale; except they left out the word: reality harshness.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Life is like fairytale (Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Rapunzel all mashed up into one) You will have more than one encounter of the fire dragon, evil stepmother, poisonous apples and definitely more than one Prince Charming trying to sweep you off your feet, you either fall into his arms, or fall flat on the floor; in great hope that you don't get a concussion.<br />****<br /><br />Speaking of which, I'm back from the Land of Morning Calm- no, I did not come in contact with the H1NI, and no, I'm still in one piece (last time I checked, no nuclear radiation as yet). Morning Calm, named after the Chosun dynasty (the last ruling dynasty). If you say Chosun (in canto), it means Good Morning too.<br /><br />Oh, other than that, I was in the midst of a <span style="font-weight: bold;">strike</span> (riot), <span style="font-weight: bold;">14,000 crow</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">d</span> in a room, hot and <span style="font-weight: bold;">spicy street food</span>, finally get my hands on those infamous <span style="font-weight: bold;">BB </span>(Blemish Balm) <span style="font-weight: bold;">cream</span>, had a <span style="font-weight: bold;">load of Kimch</span>i, <span style="font-weight: bold;">cute Korean securities </span>(just probably well dressed men), and <span style="font-weight: bold;">sunset cruise</span>, oh, 1 meter away from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jang_Nara"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jang Nara</span></a>. What else? Hmm, I can't say it was what I imagined. Korean dramas, are well, drama afterall; but it's beautiful; <span style="font-weight: bold;">summer</span> is fine, I enjoyed <span style="font-weight: bold;">shopping</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">eating ice cream in the hot sun</span>, enjoying fabulous views from <span style="font-weight: bold;">the top of the world</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">subway rides</span>- and <span style="font-weight: bold;">meeting new fri</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">ends.</span> ;)<br /><br />If I didn't know any better, I would call S. Korea, the Land of Bridges. In Seoul itself, there are 18 bridges, and it was built in 20 years. Before that, it was literally nothing because of the war. Now, I guess they can't stop building bridges- and funny fact is that the border between S. Korea and North is about few hundred meters, before it was around 4 kilometers. Now, young soldiers could care less about what both leaders think of each others- they do bond- <span style="font-weight: bold;">by throwing Choco pies at each other</span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmy03hHI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XG9014wXkU4/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmy03hHI/AAAAAAAAC7g/XG9014wXkU4/s320/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439751515604082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmpP2xGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/FZkVRuVWI3M/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUmpP2xGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/FZkVRuVWI3M/s320/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439748944446562" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The most polite strike ever, with a group of Ajumma throwing rice bowls at the police in front of the KB star building.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnToGT8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/L3Er6NKQpIM/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnToGT8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/L3Er6NKQpIM/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439760320417730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnqVwp3I/AAAAAAAAC74/7v0ia1d1gTc/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnqVwp3I/AAAAAAAAC74/7v0ia1d1gTc/s320/DSC02689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439766417516402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRAlOcgI/AAAAAAAAC8A/tmE9MvCycIk/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRAlOcgI/AAAAAAAAC8A/tmE9MvCycIk/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442675785855490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnMaVbbI/AAAAAAAAC7o/e57ytVZznN4/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCUnMaVbbI/AAAAAAAAC7o/e57ytVZznN4/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439758383639986" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shopping at Myeondong.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPkgbYhI/AAAAAAAAC9A/wYs-yIyj3Dc/s1600-h/DSC02700.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPkgbYhI/AAAAAAAAC9A/wYs-yIyj3Dc/s320/DSC02700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448148627808786" border="0" /></a><br />One for the album.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCecL7FtuI/AAAAAAAAC9w/CaN62perjB4/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCecL7FtuI/AAAAAAAAC9w/CaN62perjB4/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450564390303458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCeb7DiBxI/AAAAAAAAC9o/pcAUn-h_E-A/s1600-h/DSC03399.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCeb7DiBxI/AAAAAAAAC9o/pcAUn-h_E-A/s320/DSC03399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450559862310674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />New friends from Austria (left) at Namsan Tower, Korean (Marketing) students that helped us with the directions. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcO178cjI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eF9gmPyfii0/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcO178cjI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eF9gmPyfii0/s320/DSC02569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448136126755378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPJdewUI/AAAAAAAAC8w/QyZ6W1nPQBw/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPJdewUI/AAAAAAAAC8w/QyZ6W1nPQBw/s320/DSC02574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448141367689538" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Street food. Dubboki!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRXQ04MI/AAAAAAAAC8I/l2hU1tBjZow/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRXQ04MI/AAAAAAAAC8I/l2hU1tBjZow/s320/DSC02734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442681874309314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRrLRbJI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/B2uwnqLsq7o/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXRrLRbJI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/B2uwnqLsq7o/s320/DSC02780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442687219723410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPQKeuPI/AAAAAAAAC84/NsfxYRVdNpY/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPQKeuPI/AAAAAAAAC84/NsfxYRVdNpY/s320/DSC02817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448143167043826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR6S4yjI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/tUbRHTtwOVw/s1600-h/DSC02862.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR6S4yjI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/tUbRHTtwOVw/s320/DSC02862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442691278195250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCpwFqVRYI/AAAAAAAAC94/fOWCEh79o7k/s1600-h/06211935.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCpwFqVRYI/AAAAAAAAC94/fOWCEh79o7k/s320/06211935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350463000934696322" border="0" /></a><br />Golden in colour: Building 63 (Yuk-Sam), and HanGang [sunset] Cruise.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Just because of this scene from Seducing Mr. Perfect. But the night cruise doesn't exist; the last cruise is at 7:30pm. Our new friends just didn't believe how well versed I am about the Korean wave. Even the tourist guide was telling me it was unbelievable how big the impact was. Government campaigns would fail, but not the drama power.<br /></div><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR-vmJ2I/AAAAAAAAC8g/M3TyCYta3O8/s1600-h/DSC02843.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCXR-vmJ2I/AAAAAAAAC8g/M3TyCYta3O8/s320/DSC02843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350442692472350562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPz1LnGI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Q_jIDuyhZ9c/s1600-h/DSC02844.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCcPz1LnGI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Q_jIDuyhZ9c/s320/DSC02844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448152741387362" border="0" /></a><br />60 floors and 3 basements. 63 building is the tallest national art gallery in the world. It has restaurants, Seaworld, Imax theater.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebjuvHiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/_8LixXKqhYM/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebjuvHiI/AAAAAAAAC9g/_8LixXKqhYM/s320/DSC03250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450553601072674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebU23III/AAAAAAAAC9Y/Ms6qgYema5k/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SkCebU23III/AAAAAAAAC9Y/Ms6qgYema5k/s320/DSC03132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350450549608620162" border="0" /></a><br />Jang Nara, Me in a fabulous "guess how much" dress. xD<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />I have a total of 1,500 pictures or more; and I don't know where to start. Next time, 7 days 5 nights is for shopping only trip. I'll have it on my flickr later on.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7812519802217125313?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-83415746878218642862009-06-15T12:02:00.006+08:002009-06-23T14:27:40.716+08:00Places to go: Eh, flight is tonight?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjXN8tdjZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/aoFMJaNrrCo/s1600-h/07-16-2006.NB_16runway1.G841U7T8G.1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjXN8tdjZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/aoFMJaNrrCo/s400/07-16-2006.NB_16runway1.G841U7T8G.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347406575451727730" border="0" /></a><br />pic credit: dallas news<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />[I've been waiting so long to say this] In less than 48 hours , I'll be striking off another one on my Places to go list- this remains special to me as I have waited 12 years for this trip.<br /><br />Somehow, I'm always patiently waiting, and the best has yet to come; which I think is good; because the best has yet to come.<br /><br />It's a different feeling this time, maybe it hasn't sunken in yet; all these mixed feelings I have; I'm always expecting, oh boy do I have high expectations or what, but this time maybe I've decided to not expect too much this time around, because disappointments are caused by your own unrealistic expectations.<br /><br />In whatever you do, there's always ups and downs, but more of those if you keep having unrealistic expectations; and I'm always the victim of it and it does anything but good for yourself; affects you in whatever you do; your self esteem, confidence, relationship- the whole nine yards.<br /><br />Dale Carnegie said, <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body">"It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span><br /><br />Wait wait wait, I'm still on the same topic. I don't want to bore you out; oh wait, I just did.<br /><br />Funny part is, my dad called, and asked me, "Eh, is the flight tonight?". I bet there will be more things to laugh about along the trip.<br /><br />Oh, and I'm typing this with "hot from the oven" deep purple metallic painted nails. Hmm...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-8341574687821864286?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-54380265796121482402009-06-11T23:12:00.008+08:002009-06-12T10:43:48.389+08:00every man dies, not every man really lives<div style="text-align: justify;">and they complain life is short. well, if you ain't living it, it will be. and if you don't say <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRv4CoXQoAQ">YES! </a>today, you won't be making the mistakes, and you won't grow, only wither and die. And to keep it real short, count the Saturdays left in your life. Well, not much.<br /><br />I personally believe <span style="font-weight: bold;">[making a pageant speech because I can make fun of it that way] </span>that if you know 5 years down the road that you wouldn't go anywhere if you keep to what you're doing now, change, evolve, do the whole metamorphosis, and do something different today.<br /><br />What do you when you always have bad hair day after using your old brand for quite some time? You change to a new one. You change until you get the right shampoo for your hair, and that's what we need.<br /><br />If you can change your hair, you would change your shampoo until you get the right one.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjEk97ZzsII/AAAAAAAAC6o/kpKvkmqb1Pg/s1600-h/IMG_7029.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SjEk97ZzsII/AAAAAAAAC6o/kpKvkmqb1Pg/s400/IMG_7029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094879002046594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">more :<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theuptownlife/"> flickr@theuptownlife</a></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Question is, What would it take for you to change your life? </span><br /><br />Would you change your shampoo? ;) and What would you do differently?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5438026579612148240?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-12623283550335875252009-06-09T12:23:00.006+08:002009-06-09T16:05:00.116+08:00Places to go: Boston<div style="text-align: justify;">Have ever feel attached to something, some place that you have never set foot on? Like you can feel it in your fingers, and toes curls up, well, almost as orgasmic as Bubbly can ever make you feel. Will someone just shout TMI! ;)<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />List of the places that make me feel that way:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_pqMtiuSI/AAAAAAAAC3E/pKUYcuS62yk/s1600-h/Daichan+n+me.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Se_pqMtiuSI/AAAAAAAAC3E/pKUYcuS62yk/s320/Daichan+n+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327733795378608418" border="0" /></a><br />Japan (Was there 2004!)<br /><br />As opposed to Japan-is-kawaii-overrated, it is not. Immerse yourself in modern meets traditional culture. Use the first four days to do all the obligatory temple visiting, dance and plays and tea ceremony, then the rest of it (as below):-<br /><br />Go to Fujinomiya and check out <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mount Fuji- plan a summer climbing trip</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">cycle</span> around town, take <span style="font-weight: bold;">silly photos with purikura-style,</span> go for <span style="font-weight: bold;">"real" kaiten sushi, and chef [hand] made sushi</span>, go to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kyoto for Geisha hunting</span>, drink <span style="font-weight: bold;">cold ice blended Starbucks during winter</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">jaywalking </span>and get reprimanded by the police, go to Tokyo <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Asakusa" temple </span>during New Year, go for delicious authentic <span style="font-weight: bold;">Unagi</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Osechi </span>on the first 3 days of New Year, wear <span style="font-weight: bold;">kimono</span>, Skinny Dipping ala <span style="font-weight: bold;">Onsen</span>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SkwpmcrI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/PJSrzlBLwMM/s1600-h/885475699664l.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SkwpmcrI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/PJSrzlBLwMM/s400/885475699664l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230230479336114" border="0" /></a><br />Note: I really need to put in new pictures, and stop recycling em.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.arrowtown.com/business-directory/1/55/Joe_s-Garage-Arrowtown.html">Coffee in a bowl</a> at Joe's Garage, Arrowtown, New Zealand (Also 2004, where they shot the scene where Princess Arwen saves Frodo from the evil dudes)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bungee Jumping, Kawarau river</span> - The 1st Bungee Jumping site in the world, 43 meters.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SlJPW95I/AAAAAAAAC6g/aBH0CMNK7Zw/s1600-h/17772582240679l.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Si4SlJPW95I/AAAAAAAAC6g/aBH0CMNK7Zw/s400/17772582240679l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230237080156050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Horseback riding</span> in Sydney Australia, Melbourne, St. Kilda' flea market, and Victoria Market(<span style="font-weight: bold;">awesome plums!</span>), and wine tasting in wineries.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Short interruption! You've got to listen to this!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6CXSTBaUsk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6CXSTBaUsk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />David Choi (Super talented) and Paul Dateh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's next? </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(I can feel it in my bones! ) ;p</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzNiL6-t1js&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzNiL6-t1js&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Catch Shin Seung Hun live! (can't wait!)<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeHoO3FfXZQ&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IeHoO3FfXZQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />by <a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Boston-lyrics-Augustana/70EFF00941015BE3482570770007FAD8">Augustana</a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-1262328355033587525?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-60327896830025407862009-06-08T09:20:00.003+08:002009-06-08T09:25:01.162+08:00I know what you did last weekend<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixneIkY3pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/MGhcpb5VUdA/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixneIkY3pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/MGhcpb5VUdA/s400/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344760625175781010" border="0" /></a><br />Caught oogling at soon-to-be-mine <a href="http://www.mazdausa.com/MusaWeb/displayPage.action?pageParameter=rx8Revved&bhcp=1">Mazda RX-8</a>! ;o<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixoQGGE4aI/AAAAAAAAC6M/gxqXk1VzqXk/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SixoQGGE4aI/AAAAAAAAC6M/gxqXk1VzqXk/s400/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344761483505230242" border="0" /></a><br />Stares will follow when I go Zoom-zoom.<br />What a beauty!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6032789683002540786?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-71992033341874126602009-06-05T23:41:00.004+08:002009-06-09T11:05:17.421+08:00the great analogy of a dog walkerI brought the dog for a walk tonight; like every other evening for about 3 months now. I never owned a dog or a cat but somehow I get to enjoy these domestic pets' company. Well my point is, having read Marley & Me late last year got me thinking on how to create my version of it; oh well, I have the leash in my hand, so I was thinking I just need a story. Haha.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsSa08tI/AAAAAAAAC58/zIEJ_V863Jk/s1600-h/6a00d83455ec9b69e201156e469656970c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsSa08tI/AAAAAAAAC58/zIEJ_V863Jk/s320/6a00d83455ec9b69e201156e469656970c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343880159524352722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">And today, I may not be as good as Grogan, nor Daisy the dog could ever replace Marley as the world worst' best dog (could've been his twin), I found it.<br /><br />Found what, exactly?<br /><br />Well, there are two routes, to go either by:-<br /><br />i) Road Plan A- by the basketball court, the playground and to the house<br />ii) Road Plan B- by the canal, houses, grass area, house<br /><br /><br />Today, there were some change of plans because Daisy decided to take the lead (like she always does) So we went Plan A+Plan B. And as we approach our destination- which was like probably few hundred meters away- house in sight, not quite there yet. And then I realized what was happening.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In life, we have our goals, a destination we want to arrive at and you can probably see it, but you have a problem, a leash and your dog. </span><br /><br />You try to run to your destination, but the dog wants to stop and sniff the grass and you stop.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And in life, you face challenges, things weren't always smooth, you are pulled back sometimes. </span><br /><br />And then you try to run, while the dog is catching up. And when you're tired and slowed down, the dog takes the lead.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The dog now is your team/organization, you as the leader pull them together and trying to move forward, but your dog pulls back at times. But when you're tired, your dog runs forward while you try to catch up. </span><br /><br /></div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsO84P4I/AAAAAAAAC50/mTdwJLUGzJI/s1600-h/sled-dogs.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SilGsO84P4I/AAAAAAAAC50/mTdwJLUGzJI/s320/sled-dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343880158593433474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Imagine your team as a group like in the picture. What if one stop? Obviously you won't be able balance let alone move forward.<br /><br />But sometimes when the dog stops to sniff- you might just learn to stop and smell the rose too. So, that ladies and gentlemen is my interpretation as a dog walker. It probably doesn't make any sense now, but if you look closer, then you'll see it.<br /><br />Why Shakespeare doesn't just say, "Damn girl, you're pretty!" but wrote a poem's first line that went, "How shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Well, that's another long story.<br />***<br /><br />Edit: <a href="http://omgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/dogs-day-of-summer.html">My Dog is a Buddhist</a> by Om Gal.<br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7199203334187412660?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-32750034088341595382009-06-05T14:59:00.004+08:002009-06-05T15:08:02.954+08:00we can make our own honey<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br />first lady of brushfire records- zee avi.<br /><br />listen to kantoi at 5:28. ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">just perfect for a post-friday lunch.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3275003408834159538?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-66219720540473201422009-06-02T16:42:00.005+08:002009-06-02T18:07:29.444+08:0015 facts<div style="text-align: justify;">Because I can.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">01. A girl should be seen and not heard.</span><br /><br />An elderly told me that. Well, I'm one of the boys during childhood. Pokemon, Digimon battle, Starcraft- which I love! Very close to tomboy, or they like to say androgynous because it sounds sophisticated whatsoever. To act like a girl; I feel weak that way.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">02. The rooftop room/attic.</span><br /><br />I have a brief moment with my father's father; my grandfather. And we would all sleep in his wooden rooftop room/attic. You have to use a ladder to get to the room, so it was exciting. I wished I had learn violin from him.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">03. I'm an old soul or trapped in a younger body.</span><br /><br />Maybe I feel more comfortable with elderly, because they don't judge you and you get to talk to them about serious issues and hear their opinion at the same time. Put me in a room with a 60 year old than an empty vessel, anytime!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">04. Competitive. Non obsessive type. </span><br /><br />As an only child, I have no one to compare with except with my parents' expectations. I don't get obsessed over other people's results, I'm my worst competitor or judge. Sometimes, the pressure comes from myself. If I think I can do my best, I will, and when I face challenges, I will strive for greater results.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">05. Worry cat/Want it all</span><br /><br />I do worry too much at times. I was turning 20, and I had a panic attack of "What-have-I-achieved"? Now, I'm more realistic and taking it steady. I want a lot of things in life; very passion-driven, but I always feel I don't have enough time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">06. My pillar(s)</span><br /><br />My parents. If I can't trust my parents, I shouldn't trust anyone else. My dad is my next best critic and supporter. He breaks me and makes me of who I am today. And my mum is the reason of my perfectionism at times- she is the Mary Poppins of my life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">07. Determination and Passion</span><br /><br />I'm driven by these two. I wanted to learn piano, and my dad wasn't sure that I was serious, I had to practice at school and draw out a keyboard and play on a piece of paper. My dad try to teach me guitar, I found it hard. Once I went to college, I got hooked on Youtube and David Choi, "That Girl" wasn't easy to play. The first song I learned to play was Silent Night.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">08. Japan has a special place in my heart</span><br /><br />I don't know how, don't know why; but I was enthralled by Japan and its culture since I was a young girl. I finally went for a youth exchange, it was one of the best moments of my life. Having Mount Fuji view from your room, and have actually stood in front of the gentle giant; wow, that's truly unbelievable.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">09. Magnet of talent- Aspires to be one. </span><br /><br />I'm drawn naturally to talent(ed) people. Maybe it's a competitive nature, but I enjoy being around successful people- when I say successful, I don't mean grand parties or free flow champagne, 5 mansions, huge cars. All I need is passion and determination driven individuals, with a big heart.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Imagination overdrive</span><br /><br />I love to read. I'm words driven. I paint pictures with my mind and my camera. I have a photographic memory for beautiful words and images. If I have to live with two things in my life, unlimited supply of books, and <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theuptownlife/">my dslr </a>with unlimted supply of batteries.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. World Citizen/Explorer- or trying to be. </span><br /><br />True Malaysian- Chinese, Malay and Indian. But I believe my exposure to the world since I was 11 years old makes me a World Citizen at heart. My love for books, writings and photography just makes an smoother transition. I can paint how Santa Monica beach looks like without having to go there, but I know I want to be there. I can still paint a picture of my love for Prague- the little hidden wax museum, skeleton clock tower, quaint basement restaurants.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Language is music</span><br /><br />Music in another language is not a barrier. From Hindustani to Korean, I swim with the melodies, and it's like a beautiful life soundtrack.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. Saggitarian Dragon =extreme sports+ water</span><br /><br />I'm a Saggi dragon girl with a natural love for bungee jumping, extreme boat rides, water sports, sea fishing.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. Serendipity. </span><br /><br />I like the word and the meaning. Fate/Destiny. Maybe it exist when you meet your match. The rest is your own doing. Other than that, I believe everything you do is a choice, if you choose to fate to be your master, then you'll have all the excuses in the world- and that's shouldn't be it.<br /><br /><br />On the last note,<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15. I would never be this open to anyone in real life. </span>;)<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-6621972054047320142?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-58462438384790066852009-06-02T01:40:00.005+08:002009-06-02T02:41:12.933+08:00You've got mail<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQcqf31MCI/AAAAAAAAC5k/m8QyZOutFrM/s1600-h/You_ve_got_mail_Varese%29VSD_6015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQcqf31MCI/AAAAAAAAC5k/m8QyZOutFrM/s320/You_ve_got_mail_Varese%29VSD_6015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426574404005922" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I cannot believe I actually fell asleep watching "You've Got Mail", well I was 10 at that time, probably the whole email and cyber love hasn't really drum into me yet. After 10 years, I finally saw it again. It was like<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPA8v06EsIY"> first love</a>. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are deliciously great together; I mean their lines are so much deeper than "You complete me". Come on... and jumping on the couch ;p<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Speaking of which, I did have my own version of "You've Got Mail". Too bad it wasn't Tom Hanks, or some <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337697/">Prince from Denmark</a>, and I was more of a "We're right for each other, but we don't love each other" [<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0128853/quotes">Frank and Kathleen</a>- YGM]. So, for me <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYMICMhEjrg&feature=PlayList&p=B48374B9C0101541&index=2">the sun itself sees not till heaven cleared</a>. Shakespeare is genius, yo.<br /><br />And somehow "Love Story" is playing in my head. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">How apt</span>. Oh, Taylor's great. And so is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-HESjOTHBQ">Kate Winslet's</a> singing. But Smiley has my vote for "The Climb" for 2009- that's just brilliant- it's like a flashback of Britney's "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman".<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQgHuKZZVI/AAAAAAAAC5s/dUA_NLnqMec/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-mtv-movie-awards-08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/SiQgHuKZZVI/AAAAAAAAC5s/dUA_NLnqMec/s320/miley-cyrus-mtv-movie-awards-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430374991062354" border="0" /></a><br />brilliant [s]miley.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5846243838479006685?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-34315022445210636162009-06-01T17:58:00.004+08:002009-06-01T23:20:13.935+08:00Today...I'm worth RM 90.90 a day <span style="font-weight: bold;">on my job</span>. Well, that's RM 9 per hour.<br />Hmm, it's like Baskin Robin's on the 31st of the month.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So do most people (fresh graduates)</span>.<br /><br />Oh boy am I glad to worth RM 313.63 a day <span style="font-weight: bold;">on my financial freedom plan</span>.<br /><br />You know what they say, if you have to ask, you can't afford it. So, if you want to retire early, well, you know what they say, DO SOMETHING.<br /><br /><br />And yet, you can have the best of both world Hannah Montana style ;)<br /><br />Father of Personal Development and Business Philosopher, Jim Rohn said, keep your job that pay the bills, but invest in doing something to build a fortune.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3431502244521063616?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-29372249431451369502009-05-26T14:09:00.003+08:002009-05-26T14:14:26.110+08:00Quote of the hour<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">"When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Victor E. Frankl<br />Author of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mans-Search-Meaning-Viktor-Frankl/dp/0671023373">Man's Search for Meaning</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2937224943145136950?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-52794461177894681082009-05-25T23:37:00.003+08:002009-05-25T23:48:55.560+08:00Monday equals Reality [Show]<div style="text-align: justify;">They weren't kidding when they say Monday's doomsday.<br /><br />My dark circles begin to multiply every time I check myself in the mirror. And somehow bad skin compliments the whole look. Something only sufficient sleep can help to recharge quickly but looking at the current chaos, maybe a 600 dollars oxygen facial will fix it.<br /></div><br />Quote of the day: <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span><br /><br />- Leonardo Da Vinci-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Simple theory explained, knowing you <span style="font-style: italic;">need sleep</span> is not enough, you <span style="font-style: italic;">have to sleep</span>. Being willing to put your health first is not enough, you must<span style="font-style: italic;"> do it.</span><br /><br />My cue to say good night.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-5279446117789468108?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-49515639754141292122009-05-22T14:52:00.004+08:002009-05-22T15:21:51.273+08:00All these thoughts I have...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lack of</span> composure, all over, baffling at times, has a <span style="font-weight: bold;">mind of its own</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">sugar-high like. </span><br /><br />I think I have yet to find a way to express my feelings and emotions.<br /><br />I envy talented musicians that is able to channel all that into songs.<br /><br />JT to Brit- "Cry Me a River" ; John Mayer can describe ALL his ex relationships from "Your Body is a Wonderland" to "Comfortable" and Miley turns scandals into "The Climb".<br /><br />We all need to break out into a song like Broadway because a little drama is fun and if there is I want to live in that world. Soundtrack of your life.<br /><br />For now, I'm looking forward to my guitar sessions without knowing how to tune a guitar because I'm tone deaf that way, and voice that sound like oh oh, quoting Simon, "When a cat fall off a building before it hit the ground" unquote.<br /><br />Simon Cowell is a true artist of criticism- I think he is his own worst critic. Nobody can be judge unless they're their own worst judge.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-4951563975414129212?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-33412926355828769412009-05-19T00:05:00.003+08:002009-05-19T00:58:42.966+08:00quiet time<div style="text-align: justify;">I glued myself on the couch watching <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koffee_with_Karan">Koffee with Karan</a>, wondering how <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0451307/">Saif Ali Khan </a>grew only to be more handsome with age (well, the interview was in 2007). And I will always remember his <span style="font-weight: bold;">first breakout performance</span> in my first ever Hindustani tear jerker, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0216817/">Hum Saath Saath Hain</a>- my first love. Now, now, I think I have given away too much- I'm a <span style="font-style: italic;">world citizen</span> that way.<br /><br />You don't need to know the language, you just<span style="font-weight: bold;"> got to have the love</span> for culture. I'm not talking Capati/Tosai here, but have you fall in love with a korean song- but you don't know a single word of the lyrics. Empathy for the life of a Geisha-even the closest thing you'll come to knowing Japanese is "kawaii"? Your undying love for a person/celeb/ etc of a different race or culture just because you know the hardship they went through, the determination and hardwork that was responsible for their success today?<br /><br />Then I waited for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0461770/">Enchanted</a>, the movie, to finish- because I'm [dreaming of a true love's kiss] romantic that way.<br /><br />On Flickr, photos like <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/srestaino/3428462842/page2/?addedcomment=1#comment72157618328345383">this</a>- I have <a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/City-Love-lyrics-John-Mayer/E1CCE92045D9A61248256BA0003108CF">City Love </a>playing in my head, and<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eneas/3471986083/"> this</a> (the world is aware), reminds me of how a story, song, lyrics melody flow endlessly in one's imaginative mind.<br /><br />It's 12:27am, and I have ulcers from not getting enough of sleep. I will have a few late nights in this week, no doubt. A focus group, a funeral, and work to attend to. Who said life is boring, in this case, we have death to keep us reminded as well- life is <span style="font-style: italic;">short</span> only if you didn't notice one second of your moment.<br /><br />Life isn't disappointing- people who do is because of unrealistic expectations- sitting in the same place, doing the same thing and expecting another thing- which is borderline <span style="font-weight: bold;">insanity</span>.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Lesson of the post:<br /><br />Excuses are equal. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't try to justify</span>, you'll end up settling for less.<br />Winning is not everything, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wanting to Win Is</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">At least try</span>, even if you get a whooping in the ass the first time, it's okay.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do the 1st step</span>, before thinking about the 2nd step.<br />And how else you can get to the 2nd if you don't do the 1st step?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ShGRDhcdWwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/U7p9lEunmss/s1600-h/satellite-photo-united-states-at-night.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/ShGRDhcdWwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/U7p9lEunmss/s320/satellite-photo-united-states-at-night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337206523114117890" border="0" /></a><br />good night.<br /><br />****<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-3341292635582876941?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-28379821947675758612009-05-16T13:20:00.005+08:002009-05-16T13:41:33.389+08:00totally kick ass- postThis blog is officially worth 1 year of [<span style="font-style: italic;">stuff</span>] now that I've reached my 365th post.<br /><br /><br />To commemorate this special occasion, let's indulge in some deep thoughts. I mean real deep. Like the depth of pockets. Money. Moolah. Word.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sg5OhrwH5qI/AAAAAAAAC5U/NoovzpFrOkY/s1600-h/21obamasigning480.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DGgZ4dZ-QD8/Sg5OhrwH5qI/AAAAAAAAC5U/NoovzpFrOkY/s320/21obamasigning480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336288949067835042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How many of you know how much President Obama earns? </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">From <a href="http://www.politico.com/blogs/bensmith/0509/Obama_Biden_disclose_2008_earnings.html">Politico.com</a>, Pres-O - because it sounds "cool" my way, reported earnings in 2008 was something about $500k? So, do the math [with uncle sam], I'm thinking $200k. Pretty good since you don't really need to use cash when you're a President, and Michelle can shop whole year round in Target, J. Crew- pretty good deal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And why is that even relevant? </span><br /><br />Well, it better be because I'm meeting someone who earns more than Obama- take note: after tax. And President in her own rights. And looking unbelievable at the age of 61. And all this without knowing how to speak a one-sentence english. Take that!<br /><br />Lesson of the day:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "Talent does what it can; genius does what it must."</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-2837982194767575861?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8203593695193738810.post-74041941006990482382009-05-15T22:49:00.002+08:002009-05-15T22:55:08.135+08:00It's important when...It's not there...<br /><br />Time is important when it's not there.<br />Money is important when it's not there.<br />Health is important when it's not there.<br /><br /><br />To the moments we've missed<br />To the life we have not lived<br />To our worth we've humbled ourselves<br /><br />Let's try to live today like it's going to be the last; make it worthwhile; leave with no regrets.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8203593695193738810-7404194100699048238?l=theuptownlife.blogspot.com'/></div>theuptownlifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139961107240521853noreply@blogger.com