<?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-17917225</id><updated>2011-12-03T06:03:22.211+02:00</updated><category term='South Africa'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='China'/><category term='Taiwan'/><category term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Jule</title><subtitle type='html'>"You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle." - Paulo Coelho</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2376453365902759235</id><published>2011-11-22T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:14:16.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>National Geographic Photo Contest 2011 - The Big Picture - Boston.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2011/11/national_geographic_photo_cont.html"&gt;National Geographic Photo Contest 2011 - The Big Picture - Boston.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://inapcache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/ngmphotocontest_111811/bp13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2376453365902759235?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2376453365902759235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2376453365902759235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/11/national-geographic-photo-contest-2011.html' title='National Geographic Photo Contest 2011 - The Big Picture - Boston.com'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-7183730908382034228</id><published>2011-11-17T11:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:05:50.618+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPCp3c3u6fg/TsTMEk3Dz7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/r17xP5t3QPo/s1600/DSC00058-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPCp3c3u6fg/TsTMEk3Dz7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/r17xP5t3QPo/s320/DSC00058-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-7183730908382034228?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7183730908382034228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7183730908382034228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/11/frozen-in-time.html' title='Frozen in Time'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPCp3c3u6fg/TsTMEk3Dz7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/r17xP5t3QPo/s72-c/DSC00058-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6336596283490428901</id><published>2011-11-17T10:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:48:55.564+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan's Nuclear Refugees - Photo Gallery - Pictures, More From National Geographic Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/12/japan-nuclear-zone/guttenfelder-photography?source=email_photo#/01-left-behind-footprints-670.jpg"&gt;Japan's Nuclear Refugees - Photo Gallery - Pictures, More From National Geographic Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/12/japan-nuclear-zone/img/01-left-behind-footprints-670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6336596283490428901?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6336596283490428901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6336596283490428901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/11/japans-nuclear-refugees-photo-gallery.html' title='Japan&apos;s Nuclear Refugees - Photo Gallery - Pictures, More From National Geographic Magazine'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6439985535496504512</id><published>2011-11-09T10:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:01:17.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Thailand Photos -- National Geographic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/countries/your-thailand-photos/?source=email_places"&gt;Your Thailand Photos -- National Geographic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/419/cache/grand-palace-bangkok_41950_600x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/419/cache/grand-palace-bangkok_41950_600x450.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6439985535496504512?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6439985535496504512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6439985535496504512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-thailand-photos-national.html' title='Your Thailand Photos -- National Geographic'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2805849113194611106</id><published>2011-11-09T09:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:42:20.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Airport -- National Geographic Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/city-guides/perfect-airport/#.TrouQwdhgJg.blogger"&gt;The Perfect Airport -- National Geographic Traveler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2805849113194611106?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2805849113194611106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2805849113194611106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-airport-national-geographic.html' title='The Perfect Airport -- National Geographic Traveler'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8573594154164725629</id><published>2011-01-26T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:04:49.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fairies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCWZMwyI/AAAAAAAAApI/_XbWGcAQ68s/s1600/DSC03404.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCWZMwyI/AAAAAAAAApI/_XbWGcAQ68s/s320/DSC03404.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCzlAsNI/AAAAAAAAApY/_f02QlZkuJc/s1600/DSC03422.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCzlAsNI/AAAAAAAAApY/_f02QlZkuJc/s320/DSC03422.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: LEFT;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCYF2KXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/O4huI-PmA1M/s1600/DSC03420.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCYF2KXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/O4huI-PmA1M/s320/DSC03420.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8573594154164725629?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8573594154164725629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8573594154164725629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-fairies.html' title='Happy Fairies'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TUApCWZMwyI/AAAAAAAAApI/_XbWGcAQ68s/s72-c/DSC03404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2972634334702823342</id><published>2011-01-25T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:46:23.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TT7NfbPvuGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/U-ofD4tlwuU/s1600/DSC03398_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TT7NfbPvuGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/U-ofD4tlwuU/s320/DSC03398_s.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Taipei 101 (once the tallest building in the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TT7Tw5OZzNI/AAAAAAAAApE/FF5-aDYGkZk/s1600/DSC03497_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TT7Tw5OZzNI/AAAAAAAAApE/FF5-aDYGkZk/s320/DSC03497_s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maple tree - Outskirt of Sanxia District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2972634334702823342?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2972634334702823342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2972634334702823342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-in-taiwan.html' title='Adventures in Taiwan'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TT7NfbPvuGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/U-ofD4tlwuU/s72-c/DSC03398_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-1442480465911256628</id><published>2010-12-07T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:25:36.863+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Summer time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40D2betJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/etm6P1JU8qw/s1600/DSC03044_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40D2betJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/etm6P1JU8qw/s320/DSC03044_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40MKmyZMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/erfBoDwDFKk/s1600/DSC03047_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40MKmyZMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/erfBoDwDFKk/s320/DSC03047_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest... Kids and I are like arch enemies. &amp;nbsp;I seldom meet kids that like me, they usually end up crying, screaming &amp;amp; run to their parents. &amp;nbsp;But these 2 are another story! &amp;nbsp;They're absolutely my favourites in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40RtqK2rI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pDz68VE2STo/s1600/DSC03049_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40RtqK2rI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pDz68VE2STo/s320/DSC03049_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-1442480465911256628?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/1442480465911256628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/1442480465911256628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2010/12/summer-time.html' title='Summer time...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TP40D2betJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/etm6P1JU8qw/s72-c/DSC03044_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6491013866226688224</id><published>2010-12-06T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:59:14.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you looking at me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzcrQeRIvI/AAAAAAAAAns/Hqj61nGdFHc/s1600/DSC02032_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzcrQeRIvI/AAAAAAAAAns/Hqj61nGdFHc/s320/DSC02032_1.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzc0EE2i2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8Uo0rxZVbnE/s1600/DSC02035_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzc0EE2i2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/8Uo0rxZVbnE/s320/DSC02035_1.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Saw this beautiful ( and I don't normally call German&amp;nbsp;Sheppard beautiful), and very photogenic German Sheppard at the Bryanston Organic Market a few months ago. &amp;nbsp;Shhh... he is on duty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6491013866226688224?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6491013866226688224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6491013866226688224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-looking-at-me.html' title='Are you looking at me?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzcrQeRIvI/AAAAAAAAAns/Hqj61nGdFHc/s72-c/DSC02032_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8615001836858931829</id><published>2010-12-06T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:43:38.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A self-portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzZfB7eU4I/AAAAAAAAAno/q4WQgD5-dYk/s1600/DSC02467_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzZfB7eU4I/AAAAAAAAAno/q4WQgD5-dYk/s320/DSC02467_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Hahaha... just playing around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;(Random street corner in Dubai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: LEFT;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8615001836858931829?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8615001836858931829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8615001836858931829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2010/12/self-portrait.html' title='A self-portrait'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TPzZfB7eU4I/AAAAAAAAAno/q4WQgD5-dYk/s72-c/DSC02467_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8503781043072942758</id><published>2010-12-01T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:08:28.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;This is a public announcement for all motorist in Johannesburg: Headlights are to be used during poor visibility condition. &amp;nbsp;This include during rainy condition and cloudy weather... &amp;nbsp;Stop putting your headlights on because Highveld tells you to do it for "Lead SA". &amp;nbsp;How about do it because it's the right thing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;By the way... I somehow vaguely remember posting a similar story on this. &amp;nbsp;People just won't learn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;On the other hand, if the JMPD would spend more time catching people who violates traffic laws, such as jumping a red light, driving with only one light on at night, driving without headlights on in poor visibility conditions, pedestrians crossing at any point they wish to, etc. &amp;nbsp;Instead of hiding their fat asses in bushes in attempts to catch motorists speeding, then we would actually have less accidents on our roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.gasbuddy.com/images/blogimages/20100426114014pothole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://images.gasbuddy.com/images/blogimages/20100426114014pothole.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Lastly, if we can have the concerted effort from the JRA to actually fix and maintain our roads, everything would be perfect! &amp;nbsp;And I'm not saying slapping some tar on the pothole on the roads means fixing. &amp;nbsp;I mean actually digging up the old tar and repaving the whole road. &amp;nbsp;If that's the reason for all the road "works" delaying traffic, then I'd be happy sitting in that traffic. &amp;nbsp;Instead of having potholes and dig "sites" alongside the roads that doesn't seem to have an end date in sight. &amp;nbsp;Unless we're digging for the Kruger Rands, I don't see the point of all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;End of rant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8503781043072942758?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8503781043072942758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8503781043072942758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2010/12/traffic-woes.html' title='Traffic woes'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-3294121483174114262</id><published>2010-11-29T23:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:04:01.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some rambling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;A recent revisit of my blog made me realise how long I haven't written a proper blog (yes, I've been cheating by posting random photos...). &amp;nbsp;I suppose it's pretty difficult to find time to blog, when one needs to keep up with work, social life, social networks,&amp;nbsp;micro-blogging, mobile devices and everything in between. &amp;nbsp;Our lives have definitely become more complicated after the advent of Facebook, twitter, Google Buzz, (personally, I have all 3 and more...) etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Sure, it's certainly easier to keep in contact with friends, but it's also a constant bombardment of information. &amp;nbsp;For example, your life is literally thrown into chaos on the day you forget your cellphone at home. &amp;nbsp;Have you notice it's always when you don't have your phone with you, it has tons of messages &amp;amp; miss calls on it? &amp;nbsp;We feel naked and out of place, when we don't have all these things around us. &amp;nbsp;How often are we distracted from work because you're busy replying to a message on Facebook, or checking out what your friends are up to on twitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Anyhow, I've digressed far from what I wanted to say initially... &amp;nbsp;A lots of excuses for what I'm essentially trying is that I am gonna try to write more often. &amp;nbsp;No, this is not a promise, but more like a challenge... &amp;nbsp;I loved the days when I used to let my imagination wonder and just write stories (some admittedly are pretty random).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Cheers for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-3294121483174114262?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/3294121483174114262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/3294121483174114262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-some-rambling.html' title='Just some rambling...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8960964215226746161</id><published>2010-11-29T15:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:41:00.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books listed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Instructions: Copy this into your NOTES. &lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; those books you've read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish or read an excerpt. Tag other book nerds. Tag me as well so I can see your responses!  You can also underline if it was so long ago you can't say for sure, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OK!  Definitely less TV &amp;amp; more BOOKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Harry Potter series – JK Rowling (1 to 3, I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Wuthering Heights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8 1984– George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa May Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19 The Time Travellers Wife – Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20 Middlemarch – George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31 Anna Karenina –Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;34 Emma – Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;35 Persuasion – Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Berniere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Willaim Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;41 Animal Farm – George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabrial Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;47 Far from the Madding Crowd _ Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;48 The Handmaids Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan51 Life of Pi - Yann Martell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;52 Dune – Frank Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;60 Love in the time of Cholera - Gabriel garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;66 On the Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;72 Dracula – Bram Stoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;74 Notes from a Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;75 Ulysses-James Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylivia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;78 Germinal – Emile Zola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - Charles Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;83 The Colour Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert (en francais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;87 Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;90 The Faraway Tree collection - Enid Blyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;99 Charlie &amp;amp; the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8960964215226746161?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8960964215226746161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8960964215226746161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook-bbc-believes-most-people-will.html' title='Facebook | The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books listed.'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-7487688128739415754</id><published>2010-11-24T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:33:00.673+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;My first request to take photos for a dear friend... and I must say this is my favourite from last Saturday's shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/TO0got9JTLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wwvYsFc0grI/s320/DSC02981s.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543122600265862322" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br 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type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SsDZb0nnhrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5Sr7Q3Sf8p0/s1600-h/image-upload-25-759523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SsDZb0nnhrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5Sr7Q3Sf8p0/s400/image-upload-25-759523.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-4559288664967551770?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/4559288664967551770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/4559288664967551770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2009/09/thunderstorm-in-johannesburg.html' title='Thunderstorm in Johannesburg'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SsDZb0nnhrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5Sr7Q3Sf8p0/s72-c/image-upload-25-759523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6734732534466734230</id><published>2009-04-15T23:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:02:44.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Mercy, Durban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SeZLcx_56JI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lc02Ld9VGq8/s1600-h/image-upload-62-763883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SeZLcx_56JI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lc02Ld9VGq8/s400/image-upload-62-763883.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perfect day for the beach. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6734732534466734230?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6734732534466734230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6734732534466734230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-mercy-durban.html' title='La Mercy, Durban'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SeZLcx_56JI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lc02Ld9VGq8/s72-c/image-upload-62-763883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6301433859500009761</id><published>2009-03-28T21:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:48:14.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/Sc5-_Qu8kpI/AAAAAAAAALM/NMOy3HMACcI/s1600-h/image-upload-70-793762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/Sc5-_Qu8kpI/AAAAAAAAALM/NMOy3HMACcI/s400/image-upload-70-793762.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guess it's not easy to persuade all to participate a good cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6301433859500009761?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6301433859500009761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6301433859500009761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2.html' title='Earth Hour 2'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6996235019214167590</id><published>2009-03-24T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:28:52.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip... Destination 1: North West province</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm sure all of us working people would like to go on a road trip, if we can... Well, at least I'd like to.  So I have decided to take matters into my own hands.  Since, I can't just up and go, the best alternative is to visit these places... by words.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, today's destination, courtesy of Thisile, will be: &lt;font color='#ffff66'&gt;&lt;b&gt;North West province&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (what can I say, the child is weird).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffff66'&gt;North West is situated in the north of South Africa, sharing its border with Botswana.  West of the province is the Kalahari desert, while the economic hub of SA, Gauteng, lies in its east, and the Free State to the south.  North West is known for its platinum mines, nicknamed the Platinum Province.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The capital of North West is Mafikeng (I wonder if anyone we know lives there? For the sake of free accommodation, of course), which lies near the Botswana border.  Other big cities in the province include Potchefstroom and Klerksdorp; other main towns are Brits and Rustenburg (Thato's home town! Accommodation is sorted!).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So what can one do in North West?  It boasts the internationally famous Sun City (no, you will not see Charlize Theron walking around there), the Pilanesberg National Park, the Madikwe Game Reserve and the Rustenburg Nature Reserve.  Many would say that Sun City is not to be missed, but seriously, we are not here to see man-made structures.  Rather take a game drive that'd be more fun!  Oh, also not to be missed are the UNESCO World Heritage sites of Vredefort Dome and the Taung huminid fossil site.  The Vredefort Dome is the world's largest visible meteor-impact crater.  The Taung fossil site together with Sterkfontein, Swartkrans, Kromdraai form the Cradle of Humankind World Heritage site.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now as oppose to Thisile's believe that there's nothing in North West, quite to the contrary there's a lots!  Instead, the place is quite literally sitting on a "gold mine".  About 94% of South Africa's platinum is found in the Rustenburg and Brits area.  Apart from platinum, North West also produces a quarter of the country's gold, as well as granite, marble, fluorspar and diamonds.  Still think there's nothing?  Alright, fine!  So I can't take any of those, but at least I can dream, can't I!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, so what else can one do in North West?  Well there are... white water rafting, canoeing, diving, hot air ballooning, hiking, fishing, rock climbing, abseiling, game viewing, hunting, golfing, birding, and much more!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's all for now, folks.  Stay tune for our next destination!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=e6e0dfd0-8475-4dd3-a64c-c36730544918' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6996235019214167590?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6996235019214167590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6996235019214167590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip-destination-1-north-west.html' title='Road trip... Destination 1: North West province'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2799642669894632379</id><published>2009-03-23T16:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:30:41.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious Tolerance? Why not try to understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;For the past 2 weeks, instead of enjoying a peaceful Saturday morning.  I've been alerted by the shrieking intercom, to jump out of bed or the bathroom... and only to find someone politely "inviting" me to join them in "commemorate the death of..." (at this point I was quite alerted by this statement, thinking who died?!) "... JESUS".  At this point my thought was: I jumped out of bed and rushed over to get this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I'm not much of a religious person.  In fact, I've never been devoted to any religion at all.  My family is Buddhist, I went to a "Christian" school, I have friends who practice Muslim, and friends who are Hindu.  I've come to believe that Tolerance is the best religion.  Because from my understanding of all the religions I've come across, at the end of the day, all religions promote love and peace.  So the events of the past 2 weeks got me thinking: can we really tolerate religious differences or maybe we ought to try to understand religious differences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may ask what is the difference between Religious tolerance and Religious understanding.  By definition "tolerance" meant "&lt;i&gt;a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward opinions and practices that differ from one's own&lt;/i&gt;" or "&lt;i&gt;the act or capacity of enduring&lt;/i&gt;".  By this definition, it suggests that when one is Religious tolerance, he/she doesn't necessary share the same ideas, they can "put up" with your practice of religion.  It's like me saying, I can't stand my neighbour playing their music so loud at night, but I would "tolerate" them to keep good faith between neighbours.  And what's so wrong with that?!  After all, it's difficult to ask everyone to have the same ideas, if that is possible we wouldn't have all the religious conflicts in the world.  But is tolerance really enough?  Yes, I may be able to tolerate the loud music, but I would be thinking the whole time: "&lt;i&gt;These annoying people!  Why can't they put the *#@$*(@ music off?!&lt;/i&gt;".  Same with religion, it's easy to tolerate one another's religion on the surface, but things are never surface deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the small, close-knit global village (yes, we are close-knit and a global village) that we live in today, we need to go one step further to reach Religious understanding.  Being able to tolerate differences is only the first step.  To resolve conflicts, we need to understand the differences: why do they have certain practices?  Why do some people believe in Jesus, while others believe in Allah, Jehovah, Shiva, etc (Note: strictly speaking, Buddhism is not a religion, instead it's a spiritual teaching).  Once we understand our differences, then we can start appreciating these differences.  Why do we need to appreciate differences and how can we appreciate them, you aks?  When we are able and start to appreciate differences, only then we can realise that we are really not that different.  Maybe the ways we worship our Gods are different, but the core values of all religion boils down to Peace and Love.  Once we can understand that we may not be so against why the neighbour play their music so loud, and perhaps the neighbour would also realise they should turn the volume down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point, you are probably thinking: "&lt;i&gt;yeah! In your dreams&lt;/i&gt;".  But is it really so difficult?  Understanding stems from education.  So while schools have "Religious instruction" (I don't know about now, but used to only speak about Christianity in these classes), we should really be having "Religious education", giving pupils the opportunities to learn and understand different religions.  More importantly, politicans should stop using religion to inctie hatred between different religious groups.  Instead, they should lead by example, by taking every opportunity available to them to educate their voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes we may not see the end of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, or Indo-Pakistani conflict, or Islamism vs. Christianity conflict, overnight.  But we need to take conscious decisions to stop waging wars or starting conflicts "&lt;i&gt;in the name of God&lt;/i&gt;".  This all start with small steps, and constant reminder that we should all believe in Peace and Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=5a5e9992-9604-42cc-adab-1f8bbc4763c0" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2799642669894632379?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2799642669894632379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2799642669894632379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2009/03/religious-tolerance-why-not-try-to.html' title='Religious Tolerance? Why not try to understand?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-7303414006733579901</id><published>2009-02-22T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:29:49.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A1 GP in Gauteng!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SbD0kjcZjQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/feSwFo9adn8/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SbD0kjcZjQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/feSwFo9adn8/s320/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310012869496638722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekend of the 22nd Feburary, 2009.  The A1 GP comes to Gauteng.  To my surprise, the A1 GP is actually powered by Ferrari... Yes, I didn't know that!  To be honest, I've never been much of a fan for A1.  For a F1 fanatic like me (although not been following the races for a long while), A1 has always seemed like F1 taken a handful of chill pills... not quite as fast and exciting.  But, I was delighted to be proven wrong... or was it perhaps intoxication?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with a bit of hype and disappointment.  Disappointed because I had to leave my car at the Leeuwkop Prison parking... I prayed very hard that escapees do not find my car fast enough as their escape vehicle!  Hype because we got guest passes to the pits and media parking!  Hehehe... I know people who know people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were disappointed further more as to the level of readiness of the track.  The race took place in Kyalami (duh! where else can they have it?!), driving up to the track was rather a mission having to pass several checking point by the organising committee, as well as the cops who justed wanted to have a closer look at your nice car... and perhaps a coke??  Once at the track... more confusion followed, parking areas were not clearly maked and signs were confusing... but let's not dwell more on that...  SA still has a long way to go if they want F1 to come to Kyalami or Welkom (but then again who in their right mind want to drive to the middle of no-where to watch a race?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lost going from our parking to the stands.  But good thing that came out of it is the B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L Ferraris we saw on display... Oh, how I wish I could be driving in one of those!  By the time we finally got to our seats (after a long while, since it was really hard to drag ourselves away from the Ferraris...), we were just in time for the sprint race!  Yeah, go!!! go!!! go!!!  What?  You ask who won the race?  Who cares!  The point was, the cars sounded amazing, and it's even more amazing to see them in action.  Plus we were slightly intoxicated after a few beers while sitting in blazing hot weather (not a good idea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race we decided to grab some lunch... and then the unexpected happened.  The people I know, got a call from the people he knows... long story short we were taking a stroll down the pit lane, hanging out in the SA garage (minus the car?!)... and then the even more unexpected happened: "Do you want to go onto the starting grid?"  Hell, YES!!!!!!!!  Next thing, we found ourselves taking a walk down the starting line-up as one of the "rich and famous" in all their nice outfits (except dear Ashlin who didn't have proper shoes on!).  It is here that the cameras went crazy again.  And far more importantly for the guys to take a few photos up close and personal with the parade ladies (well, with legs like those I think it's hard for them to say NO!).  But not forgetting to snap a few shots of the cars and the drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ear-drums blowing to be standing right next to the starting line (behind the fence of course), watching all 23 cars blazing pass by you kind of gives you an unexplained adrenaline and euphoria.  Next stop Formula 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks guys for a great Sunday... Ashlin, Ruben and Darrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-7303414006733579901?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7303414006733579901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7303414006733579901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2009/02/jule.html' title='A1 GP in Gauteng!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SbD0kjcZjQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/feSwFo9adn8/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2992007083748273942</id><published>2008-11-15T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:24:18.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medinat Habu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SR6ixLrlhJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/G-vmwI7Zptc/s1600-h/Phone+09102008+719.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nhU_EDCBV68/SR6ixLrlhJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/G-vmwI7Zptc/s400/Phone+09102008+719.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:right; 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To Discomfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:Arial;  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;  mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:2.0cm 70.9pt 2.0cm 70.9pt;  mso-header-margin:35.45pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.45pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People always say Joburgers like to complain, about traffic, about work, about almost anything and everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, if you live in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, you’d probably notice changes taking place around you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Changes… not always for the better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These days, it’s hard to tell when is peak/off-peak traffic, because whenever you’re on the road the traffic just seems endless; then there’re the numerous pot-holes, which are badly “patched” up; or the digging of “trenches” on random streets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s just on the roads, not to mention, there are still the endless day-to-day things to worry about: high fuel price, high interest rates, and high inflation rates, also not to forget higher electricity cost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of these means a trip to the grocery store could give you a heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This got me thinking about Comfort and Discomfort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Up until now, we (middle- to upper-class population) have been in pretty comfortable position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could afford the big houses, nice/fast cars, reasonable standard of living.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, for the majority of &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; can be considered as the Europe of Africa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although we may not have it all (compared to the developed countries in the world), but we pretty much have everything the rest of &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; didn’t have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People tend to be happy with what he/she already have, and then aspire to have more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the moment you take away what they have accustomed to, it’s all hell break loose… this is not how it &lt;b style=""&gt;used to be&lt;/b&gt;… I want what I &lt;b style=""&gt;used to have&lt;/b&gt;…life was so much better in the old days… remember when you can get a lollipop with 50&lt;sub&gt;C&lt;/sub&gt;…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hence in Service Marketing theory: it’s easy to meet/expectation customers’ expectations by giving them value-add (free magazines, peanuts, etc.), but once you take that away customers become unhappy, because it has become the standard, and you’re falling behind expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Falling short of the standard doesn’t happen overnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It starts with something small, accumulates over time, and one day, bursts out like a broken pipe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For years, Government has fall short of service delivery, it busies itself with plans for “transformation”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in actual fact, it got rid off the people with the knowledge, and replaced them with unqualified people, all in the name of &lt;b style=""&gt;transformation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not object to the idea of transformation, but one cannot sacrifice quality for the sake of transformation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, we not only have unqualified public servants, they are also illiterate!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Majority of our public servants, people whose purpose is to run the systems of the country only have Primary or Secondary education.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems as if though, you do badly in school, don’t worry, you’ll get a job in Government, and you can make lots of money – corruption.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we are faced with small cracks that have formed over the years, and it has now caused part of the wall to collapse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet, we are still busy arguing that it is the people that built the wall who did a poor job; we should get the cousin of the cousin to try and paint the wall; we are not doing so bad the wall is still standing and it is still better than the other people’s walls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What we fail to realise is that although other people’s walls are not as good as ours, they are busy building it, piece by piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When will we wake up from the dream that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is still the best in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and realise that &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; is slowly going to leave us behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From comfort; to discomfort – maybe it is exactly what we need to make us see the reality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will the discomfort poke us in the ribs so much that we will stand up and act?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or will we keep on sitting under the Baobab tree and complain about the unfairness in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-7314251674495407509?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7314251674495407509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7314251674495407509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-comfort-to-discomfort.html' title='From Comfort; To Discomfort'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8239912847629043656</id><published>2008-08-25T14:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:51:08.125+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonialism: good or bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Some time ago I got to think about the effects of colonialism.  Is it good or bad?  I suppose in essence, for the people being colonised, it cannot be a good thing.  The idea of colonialism is to take resources from one country to use for the benefit of the colonising country.  Some may argue they did it out of religion: to spread the gospel.  But in reality, it comes from the power struggle within Europe.  It is a competition in resources, military muscles, political agendas, at a time when Europe began its booming age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But, that's not what got me thinking.  What daunt on me the one day is the different impact that colonialism has on its colonised territories.  I may not be correct in saying the following, after all it is only my personal observation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;One thing for sure, all colonised countries go through a period of downward spiral after liberation.  But if we look at the world today, some interesting scenarios emerged.  While some countries took what they learnt from their coloniser, i.e. technological advancement, and used it to its own advantage, some even manage to surpass its past oppressor.  On the other hand, there are countries which struggled or is still struggling, in civil wars, in economic upheavals, and various other problems.  What is often used as scape goat for these countries' current reality is... Colonialism.  If the white men did not come to our country and ruin everything... If the white men did not take away our natural resources... If the white men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Surely, we've all heard of such hypotheses.  But my question is: What sets the successful previous colonies apart from the rest?  Why are they not complaining about the white men?  And what was done differently that make them successful today?  Some examples: India, colonised by the British, was ruled by a "young" country compared to its rich &amp;amp; long history.  But according to one Indian historian (his view may not be true for all, but), who said it was because of the British, we now have a united India.  And today, India has one of the world's fastest growing economy, the IT hub of the world, and one of the BRICs countries which is on its way to become one of the future superpowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Another example, Taiwan, used to be one of the Four Tigers of Asia.  It was colonised by Japan in the 19th Century.  Taiwan was rich in natural resources, such as coal, timbre and fishery.  It also provided staple food supply, i.e. rice, sugar, during the Second World War.  In fact, Japan would have exited the War much sooner, if it did not have food and other much needed supply to fuel its war in Asia.  But Taiwan's later success was based on the foundation of what the Japanese left behind.  Basic education meaning high literacy rate, with a strong elite - doctors, lawyers, bankers, economists, artists, etc.  Japan also established telephone lines and road systems; upgraded railroad systems.  Although Japan invested in all these infrastructural developments for its own strategic presence on the island.  The people of Taiwan was able to use these to its own advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I think perhaps before blaming our misfortunes on past events that we cannot change, we should ask ourselves what can we do to change our situations TODAY.  Every person/country in this world has its own unique background.  Some are luckier than others over the years/centuries, but it is our current actions that set us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Colonialism: good or bad?  It all depends on what you do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8239912847629043656?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8239912847629043656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8239912847629043656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2008/08/colonialism-good-or-bad.html' title='Colonialism: good or bad?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-1294734304207945209</id><published>2008-05-28T08:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:46:15.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Cosmo, please!</title><content type='html'>	&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;Who's Your &lt;i&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt; Match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/sexandthecity/images/carrie_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smart, driven, and the kind of girl that could be the star of any show, it's no surprise you lead the pack. Whether trying out a new hairstyle or mixing and matching your wardrobe, with a look and a lifestyle all your own, you're sure to inspire those around you. You're honest about what you want out of life — even when all you really want is the latest Balenciaga bag or a corner table in a hot new restaurant.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But your playful exterior doesn't fool everyone — deep inside you've got a lot on your mind and it shows. Standing by your friends, working hard, and always staying a step ahead (while, of course, doing it in Manolo Blahniks), isn't exactly easy. So now that everything else is in place, we couldn't help but wonder — is your next great romance right around the corner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=sexandthecityogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTk1NzA2NjE3MSZwdD*xMjExOTU3MTY5MDMxJnA9NTkxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-1294734304207945209?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/1294734304207945209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/1294734304207945209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-cosmo-please.html' title='One Cosmo, please!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-5327347529649713709</id><published>2008-02-29T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:40:09.554+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Streets of Joburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People say many things about the streets of Joburg... the crime, the traffic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After almost one year living in Joburg, I must admit, it's still as entertaining if not frustrating as Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I mean there are the forever frustrating &amp;amp; annoying traffic jams. What does it matter whether it's peak or off-peak traffic?! Then you get the frequent "load-shedding", which means Joburgers lose all ability to obey simple traffic rules, because there are no robots. Thanks to the Outsurance point-men, at least there is some light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;The new addition to the streets of Joburg would be none but the unavoidable pot holes. One would mistakenly think that they are in the roughest roller coaster ride in an amusement park, unfortunately there's nothing amusing about it. There was a report of some 1,000 pot holes in Joburg, after months of non-stop rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;If you think that's bad enough, let's not forget the hard working, law enforcing JMPD. Lucky for you if you run into them, because you can either spend a lovely weekend behind bars or get a hefty fine. But there are always rooms for negotiation, Christmas gifts during December, coke/ice cream during summer, there are various things the officers need and the public is there to provide. Just remember to be discreet about it... though one can never tell whether you or the cop should be the discreet one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Then again you can always count on the guys who are convinced that they are Tom Cruise in Days of Thunder or Vin Diesel in the Fast &amp;amp; the Furious, who would pull some crazy maneuver on you. Zig zagging through traffic is just the norm, the goal is to get ahead! You snooze, you loose. And the most ardent believers of this game are no doubt the taxi drivers. But don't blame them, because they are just trying to get you to your destination on time... never mind if you don't reach there in one piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;All is good on the streets of Joburg. If the above "disadvantages" puts more pressure on our already strenuous lives... no worries! Because there are the forever entertaining street acts! You'll find them on almost every major intersections: the leading the blind-man act, the fake-a-limp act, the safe the environment-I'll bag whatever I can act, the silent comedian act a.k.a. give me money &amp;amp; I'll make you laugh act, and there is the age old classic - "My donkey was arrested... 3 wives &amp;amp; 10 children to feed" - sign board act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Recently I saw, by far, the best street act so far. Trust me, if there was an academy award for street acts, this guy would win it! It was a normal working day, I was taking my 10 deep calming breaths before hitting the major traffic, when I saw... A man dressed in a red flowery DRESS! Yes, the same one that Eddie Murphy wore in the Big Mamma's House. To top it off, he had his hair straightened (he could be wearing a wig). This "lady" casually strolled up and down the road with her fashionable "black plastic" chatting to eligible bachelors for a few rands. And to make it more convincing, he twirled his hair like a girl. Now, doesn't that deserve an award?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;So, for whatever people say about the streets of Joburg, you can't deny that it maybe the little entertainment that Joburgers get to have in their crazy schedules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-5327347529649713709?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/5327347529649713709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/5327347529649713709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2008/02/streets-of-joburg.html' title='Streets of Joburg'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-9040136383306280537</id><published>2007-07-03T11:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:00:16.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, it's been awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess not writing for such a long time has somewhat impaired my ability to think of what to write. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! To be honest, life has somewhat settled into a routine that has no value to extra-mentioning of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well... actually that's not entirely true. Over the past one &amp; half month, my folks have come and gone. I've finally got a car! :-) Mental note: Need to post some photos of the new ride. Yes, I know, I should sound more... EXCITED!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though I must say, life is such a rat race lately. It's just been a huge blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Besides all the non-excitement &amp;amp; complaints (well... if one can call that complaints), there's really not much to mention. Except... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;agh&lt;/span&gt; never mind, I suppose most people know already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Peeps, I must apologise for the not-up-to-standard post... guess my creative brain cells have been suffocated by this cold winter and unbearable city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-9040136383306280537?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/9040136383306280537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/9040136383306280537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6078467250618336804</id><published>2007-05-24T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:18:54.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are 50 questions for the people who are a little more "mature"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. What bill do you hate paying the most?&lt;br /&gt;Rent... because it's expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, Pomodoro Ristorante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. Last time you puked from drinking?&lt;br /&gt;December 2005, after the National Conference.  'twas an unpleasant meeting with Jack Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar?&lt;br /&gt;30th June~1st July 2005 - Celebrating on officially taking over as MC of AIESEC South Africa.  Although, we weren't really drunk... but we did dance on the bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. Name of your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;... I don't remember, 'twas a long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. What do you really want to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Snuggled up in bed, with a nice large cup of coffee, and watch a good movie...  Alternatively, just anywhere that is sunny &amp; warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?&lt;br /&gt;An archaeologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. How many colleges did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;The one and only - University of Pretoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. Gas Price?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know... don't have a car at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. If you could move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Any city that is warm all year round, and has a nice beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?&lt;br /&gt;It can't be 6:10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't have to wake up in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14. Favorite style of underwear&lt;br /&gt;Anything comfy... as long as it's not the granny pant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15. Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I'm no expert on Men's underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16. What errand/chore do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;Dishes, dishes, dishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18. Get up early or sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in... it's too cold to be anywhere but my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;19. What is your favorite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;Bugs Bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Having a drink at the bar and talking up a storm on how we can safe the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;21. When did you first start feeling old?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean feeling old?!  I'm young at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;23. Favorite 80's movie?&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the 80's...  What do I know about 80's movies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;24. Your favorite lunch meat?&lt;br /&gt;Tuna or chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;25. What do you get every time you go into Sam's Club? Or Walmart?&lt;br /&gt;Never been there before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;26. Beach or lake?&lt;br /&gt;B-E-A-C-H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28. How many people do you stalk on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;I don't stalk, I just POKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;29. Favorite guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Taking long lunch breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;30. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?&lt;br /&gt;... if I wouldn't want people to find out... WHY on earth would I divulge such information on my own blog??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;31. What's your drink?&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;33. Cops or Robbers?&lt;br /&gt;Cops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;34. Who from high school would you like to run into?&lt;br /&gt;uh... virtually no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;35. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a car right now!  Used to be 5FM, but it has lost the ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;36. Norm or Cliff?&lt;br /&gt;Cliff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;37. The Cosby Show or the Simpsons?&lt;br /&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;40. If you could get away with it, who would you kill?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm~~ I can really get away with it?!  Can someone send me more information regarding this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;41. What famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;42. What famous person(s) would you like to sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;Hey~~~ I would be so intimidated by them, let alone sleep with them.  But if I must choose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;43. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;44. Last book you read for real?&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a number of books... but haven't so far been able to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;45. Do you have a teddy bear?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but don't tell anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;46. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;On Punjabmail between Mumbai to Agra, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;47. Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go?&lt;br /&gt;Never been to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;48. Do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;49. At this point in your life would you rather start a new career or a new relationship?&lt;br /&gt;New career... already have a new relationship :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;50. Just how OLD are you?&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6078467250618336804?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6078467250618336804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6078467250618336804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-are-50-questions-for-people-who.html' title='Here are 50 questions for the people who are a little more &quot;mature&quot;...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2801628251072580</id><published>2007-05-22T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:22:24.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!  Guilty as charged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, I know I haven't been a good blogger lately.  In fact, if there is a policy governing blogging ethically, I'm definitely in serious violation of the Code of Conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I pledge not to post so many online tests, so to fill the blank void on my blog.  Please understand, it's a serious addiction...  I need all the support &amp;amp; positive energy in getting through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2801628251072580?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2801628251072580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2801628251072580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-guilty-as-charged.html' title='Yes!  Guilty as charged!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-519295629702659054</id><published>2007-05-22T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:13:42.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy weather &amp; crazy traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sure by saying this, I'll probably be attacked on the street faster than I can say "Eina".  Anyways, this is just my simple observation about drivers in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a perfectly fine, sunny day in South Africa, people can drive relatively fine (although we still manage to knock down pedestrian(s), crash into poles or robots, have a few bumper bash incidents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, under extreme weather conditions, i.e. rainy, windy or extreme cold temperature.  Drivers in South Africa seem to loose their basic ability to drive decently.  Not only the rates of the above mentioned "accidents" tend to increase, the traffic condition also tends to deteriorate.  Strange enough, if people drive slower in bad weather.  How is it that it's still morely likely for them to be in an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-519295629702659054?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/519295629702659054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/519295629702659054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-weather-crazy-traffic.html' title='Crazy weather &amp; crazy traffic'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2542127214324029258</id><published>2007-05-21T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:28:44.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Vibe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/vibe/index.jsp?testname=vibeogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/vibe/images/pink_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  Your vibe is Tickled Pink&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/vibe/index.jsp?testname=vibeogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Vibe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You've got a sweet side that likes nothing better than to be tickled pink. That's why your charming vibe always rubs people just the right way. An affectionate soul like you is always thinking of others, and you find joy in being a generous and engaging part of your community. After all, you know it's much more rewarding to give than receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This doesn't mean that you won't stand up for yourself when necessary. But you think things through before acting, and you tread lightly when you can. And there's no better way to make a bigger or more lasting impression on people than by leaving them tickled pink too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2542127214324029258?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2542127214324029258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2542127214324029258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-your-vibe.html' title='What&apos;s Your Vibe?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-7937153744211568838</id><published>2007-05-09T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:04:40.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/pastlife/index.jsp?testname=pastlifeogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/pastlife/images/result_s.gif" alt="Take this test at Tickle" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  You could have been a famous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oil painting, sculpture, photography. No matter the medium, it's clear that an imaginative soul like yours must have been an artist in a former life. With your creativity and originality, you've got a unique approach to the world that just begs to be shared with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Like the great masters who came before you, you march to the beat of your own drummer and don't follow the herd. You live life by your own rules and aren't afraid to express your ideas. Lucky for all of us, they're great ones. So, keep expressing yourself. You're sure to be legendary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/pastlife/index.jsp?testname=pastlifeogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;Who Were You in a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-7937153744211568838?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7937153744211568838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/7937153744211568838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-could-have-been-famous-artist-oil.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8464835980873478821</id><published>2007-05-09T14:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:55:06.041+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/passion/index.jsp?testname=passionogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/passion/images/snuggle_s.gif" alt="Take this test at Tickle" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're a Snugglebunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/passion/index.jsp?testname=passionogt&amp;amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;The Passion Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- br --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When you're in love, the whole world knows it. The excitement of romance shines from your eyes. After all, love is grand. And so is intimacy, whispering sweet nothings, the occasional PDA, and the joy of being cuddled up and cozy with your partner...Yikes. Is that a sugar headache coming on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nah — we're just jealous. Fact is, you've got a leg up on most folks when it comes to welcoming romance and nurturing its growth. Recognizing your gift for knowing what you need to stay happy in love will guide you through uncertain times. What more could anyone ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here's the catch: You might want to check in with yourself from time to time to make sure you're not avoiding real intimacy or hiding behind romantic games. We know, we know. It's more fun to just play. But keep in mind that true love is worth the work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8464835980873478821?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8464835980873478821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8464835980873478821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-snugglebunny-passion-predictor.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2967141179283576168</id><published>2007-04-26T11:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:40:37.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Consider some of the things that have happened lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't understand...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand how can people blame their own mistakes on other people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand why people cannot be more pro-active...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand why people feel the need to lie &amp; cheat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand how some people always try to take advantage of others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand why some people won't stand up for what they believe in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand how people can stand by watching disaster taking place, yet did nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't understand why is it so difficult to help other people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anyone can answer any of the above question, please get in contact with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2967141179283576168?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2967141179283576168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2967141179283576168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2943683790125766407</id><published>2007-04-20T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:51:25.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You High Maintenance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently I'm not so high in maintenance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Material Upkeep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although you definitely appreciate a first-class lifestyle, you don't feel a constant need to indulge yourself. Sure, it's fun to spoil yourself with fancy dinners or designer clothes every once in a while, but you probably don't need everything in your life to be top of the line all the time. Congratulations! You know how to indulge yourself the right way — in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotional Upkeep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, you're either awfully secure in your relationships, or you have very low standards. Sure, it's admirable that you don't need your significant other to give you constant reassurance of his/her feelings, verbally or with actions. But you should be sure that you're keeping quiet for the right reasons. Do you think you don't deserve respect and attention? If not, you probably don't think highly enough of yourself. On the other hand, if you are truly satisfied with your relationship and don't have any unfulfilled expectations, then congratulations — your low-maintenance attitude probably makes both you and your partner very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Upkeep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You definitely care about how you present yourself, but probably not enough to let your appearance dictate what you do, where you go, and who you spend time with. Sure, you take pride in your appearance, but you know that some things are more important than looks. That's a great attitude — looks like you've achieved a very healthy balance between narcissism and neglect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2943683790125766407?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2943683790125766407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2943683790125766407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-high-maintenance-apparently-im.html' title='Are You High Maintenance?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6285179072101095886</id><published>2007-04-18T10:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:15:05.023+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Winter is on its way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been rather refreshing so far, coming from the cold Northern Hemisphere just a little over a month ago. But it seems slowly &amp;amp; unknowingly, winter is approaching the South.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For people who has never been to Africa/South Africa. One may think that SA only has summer all-year-round. BUZZZZZ! Wrong answer! South Africa is nowhere close to the Equator, therefore cannot have summer all-year-round. Since, it's seasons are opposite to that of the North, i.e Summer in the North = Winter in the South. I'm feeling the cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've just came from a 3 months freezing period in Taiwan, and now it will be winter in South Africa. Ok, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself... after all, it's only May. Winter don't start until June. Point is, I just came from cold climate, but I'm pretty adjusted to the warm weather, and now more cold weather... not cool (no pun intended!). Things certainly don't help when the change-of-the-season rain has seem to start. Another issue is that due to the limitation of luggage weight, I had to abandon 90% of all my winter clothes... So until my folks make their way down South, I shall be in semi-summer, autumn outfits for the time being. I just hope that it won't be an early winter, and they can arrive before the winter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A slightly cold jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6285179072101095886?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6285179072101095886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6285179072101095886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/04/winter-is-on-its-way.html' title='Winter is on its way...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-6138617893711837613</id><published>2007-04-12T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:05:02.067+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>One month anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today, 12th April 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's been one month since I arrived back in South Africa.  It's unbelievable to think how quickly time has gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It certainly had been an interestingly exciting month.  Coming back to South Africa again...  Meeting old friends again, making new friends...  Starting a new job, working on new projects...  Moving into my first flat...  Hew~~~ that has been quite an eventful month I'd say.  :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-6138617893711837613?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6138617893711837613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/6138617893711837613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-month-anniversary.html' title='One month anniversary'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8524583815550938458</id><published>2007-03-30T09:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T09:53:38.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Africa'/><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've always knew that coming back to South Africa will mean many "first's"... But none other than this one that is making me so happy &amp; excited right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my first flat!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I went to see the place on Wednesday, it was just what I was looking for (well, even though I didn't know what I was looking for in the first place). It has 2 bedrooms &amp;amp; 1 bathroom, a huge living area, and a balcony, where you can see a great view of Joburg. It also has a public pool &amp; braai area, so all friends are welcome! It has a garage... I know, why should I care when I don't even have a car in the first place (but the flat comes first, then comes the car). It's also close to a shopping centre, so don't need to walk far to buy grocery. It's roughly 2-3km from Sandton (aka work), so very convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The only thing is that the flat is not furnished... eish this is gonna put a huge dent on my wallet. Anyhow, I'll most probably have someone to share the place with me. But the most important thing is that I now have my own place, my own privacy. After more than 1 year of living out of suitcases &amp;amp; carton boxes, and not having much privacy. This is just fantastic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8524583815550938458?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8524583815550938458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8524583815550938458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/03/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2407804798797929238</id><published>2007-03-26T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:19:47.021+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Current Location: Johannesburg, South Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know, it's pretty confusing after reading the previous blog about me travelling, and being all secretive about the destination. Allow me to set the record straight that there meant to be a follow-up post about it. But unfortunately (No, not due to unforeseen circumstances) due to lack of internet access... the follow-up didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, I think by now most people should know that I'm back in South Africa. Well, if you still don't know, then you should know now, while reading these lines. Some people were upset due to the fact that I did not communicate this piece of information prior to my departure from Taiwan. Again, allow me to explain that all the secrecy was meant to be an element of surprise. Especially for some more than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Another issue that has been raised is: "What are you doing back in South Africa?". To eliminate further confusion: I'm currently working at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phillipsconsulting.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Phillips Consulting South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. No, it's not a traineeship; it's a permanent position. Since, it's permanent, therefore I'll be here indefinitely. I'm the Personal Assistant for the Managing Director, as well as trainee consultant. For further information on the business of Phillips Consulting, please visit our website by click on the above link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With all that said, I'd just like to say that I'm very happy coming back to South Africa. It's been a hectic 2 weeks since I arrived, so I'm very looking forward to the Easter weekend. So far, I've just been busy catching up with friends, sorting out life, and of course work. I'm still expecting the "reverse culture shock" to set in at some stage. Currently I feel that a lot has changed while I was away, yet some things never change. Overall, I'm just happy to be back &amp;amp; really enjoying every moment of it. I guess it's the combination of the South African sun, and the dry weather that's keeping me so positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2407804798797929238?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2407804798797929238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2407804798797929238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/03/current-location-johannesburg-south.html' title='Current Location: Johannesburg, South Africa'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-777497431887015825</id><published>2007-03-10T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:50:29.375+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Journey - Destination: Classified</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have just completed the first leg of my journey, arriving at Hong Kong International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I departed from Taiwan on 10th March, at 20:05 local time.  Flying for 1 hour 20 minutes, I have arrived at the pit-stop for my travel.  So right now I'm enjoying a short break at the Transfer area... obviously with FREE wireless internet access.  One brownie point for that.  But that was before I could find the correct place to go.  Maybe I have not traveled from Hong Kong for a while... But I can't believe how lost I got.  This is so embarrassing - afterall I'm not the getting lost type.  I'm just going to blame it all on the confusing signs.  As an internationalised Asian country, it can easily confuse travellers who understand duo languages, i.e. trying to figure out where to go by looking at both Mandarin &amp; English.  In the end, I decided to stick to one that I understand - English!!!  Allow me to explain, there is actually quite some difference between the Mandarin spoken in Hong Kong &amp;amp; in Taiwan.  Sometimes it's not so difficult to understand, but at times it can be... yeah CONFUSING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, at least I got some opportunity to walk around &amp;amp; stretch my legs.  As to the second leg of my journey... it is still classified!  I'll see you when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-777497431887015825?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/777497431887015825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/777497431887015825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/03/journey-destination-classified.html' title='Journey - Destination: Classified'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-3611338778794608373</id><published>2007-03-09T21:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:07:14.682+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>So the journey begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;People always say with the start of a new year (in this case the Chinese New Year), one should have a new beginning.  So I'm starting my new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year marks the end of my short, yet unpleasant employment with the Dental Lab company.  Like I've said many times before: it's a wonderful job, if only under different circumstances.  I liked the job, and quite enjoyed working with the people.  However, the private affairs of the management became work issues that were too big for anyone to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the Chinese New Year also marks a new beginning for me.  I'm excited, thrilled, and anxious about this new job, new life - a fresh beginning.  I'm starting my next journey, my next adventure.  Yes, I'm leaving Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful 10 months being back in Taiwan.  It has turn out to be everything I have &amp; have not expected.  It is the place where I call home, and no matter how far I travel it will always be my root.  The past 10 months has been long yet short.  Long enough for me to deepen my love for my country, yet short for me to deepen my understanding of my it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the journey begins.  Two days from now, I will start my new life.  See you all on the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-3611338778794608373?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/3611338778794608373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/3611338778794608373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-journey-begins_09.html' title='So the journey begins'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-3725943766855687894</id><published>2007-01-12T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:46:33.928+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR... Taipei 101, People &amp; Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, I realise this is a few days late... But it's better late than never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On New Year's Eve, Elaine &amp; I decided that we are going to celebrate the end of 06 &amp;amp; welcome 07 in style.  So we did 80% of what Taipei-ers did - The 180 seconds Taipei 101 Fireworks.  Apparently last year, it was only 120 seconds and that just didn't cut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for town around 9pm, thinking there are still a couple of hours to kill.  We decided to visit the largest bookstore - Eslite, which was crowded (why are people in a bookstore on New Year's Eve??  Beats me!).  We left Eslite at 10.30pm to get a good viewing spot... well, perhaps it wasn't the best of idea.  Because as soon as we came out, we were "assaulted" by people also there to "Cross-the-Year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next hour or so, we searched in vain for a good viewing point.  We were engulfed in the crowd - TWICE!!!  We were literally in the centre of it all.  We felt like one of those cut-out plackards in the movie cinema.  At that moment, I understood how it is in a case of stampede!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at around 11.30pm.  We found ourselves standing on a cross-section in a residential area... the perfect spot.  It was not too close, yet farther enough from the action.  All that's left for us to do was... wait.  Comes 23.59, 31st December 2006, lights went out on the 101 building.  For the first time we saw Taipei 101 going completely dark, and the count down begins... 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..  BOOM~~  HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pure extravaganza &amp; extraordinary fireworks.  ^_^  The entire 180 seconds fireworks costed NT$32 million, which is about US$1 million.  The entire event was sponsored by Sony Bravia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/31-12-06_2346-785424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/31-12-06_2346-781333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/31-12-06_2359-798183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/31-12-06_2359-794939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0000-704771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0000-701585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0004-725339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0004-719051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0002-732061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0002-728779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0006-793313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://jule.myaiesec.net/uploaded_images/01-01-07_0006-790106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From top to bottom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taipei 101 before the lights go out --&gt; Taipei 101 - Lights off --&gt; Counting down to 2007 --&gt; Big firework! --&gt; Into 2007 --&gt; Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-3725943766855687894?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/3725943766855687894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/3725943766855687894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-taipei-101-people.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR... Taipei 101, People &amp; Fireworks'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-4641999068074670305</id><published>2006-12-30T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T06:59:00.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Out goes the Old; In comes the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today is the last day of 2006.  I'm sure many bloggers are also getting in their last blog of the year.  So here is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how should I end this?  I guess where it all started.  Every year started fresh new, so is /was 2006.  It was off with a busy start, planning for the new year.  Getting new projects off the ground.  I sure started off the year with a busy bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the line, things fell apart.  The new challenges that I was faced with seemed all to big for me to handle (or did I mentally &amp; emotionally magnified the challenges?!).  For the Nth time in my life, I chose the easy way... OUT!  It seemed like the only option then, I couldn't see any other reason to stay.  I admit, it was irresponsible of me, even though at the time I felt I was looking out for myself, which was something I had to do.  A friend said to me, "I'm afraid that you will go through life always taking the easy way out, running away from your problems."  I was &amp;amp; am determined that I will not make that choice &amp; be told that again.  But I end up watching over my shoulder constantly.  Constantly asking myself: Am I taking the easy way out again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, it's not easy to strike a balance between being responsible &amp;amp; taking risks.  But who says one can't do both?  If anyone ever doubted me, I'm sure I'll be on top of the list.  I guess more than often I don't give myself enough credit &amp; even underestimate myself sometimes.  I still don't know if I made the right/wrong decision back in April.  But who says that it had to be right or wrong.  One thing for sure, I learned my lesson.  It is from the decisions, mistakes, challenges, heartbreaks that we face, where we learn from them.  It may not be clear at that very moment.  But if one gives it time and patience, the answer will present itself when one least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I have it all figured out.  I'd like to think that I just have a little more clarity on life and on who I am.  I guess that's the biggest quest of our ordinary lives - Defining our lives.  It is by defining our lives which make it extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, my biggest learning of the year is: Face the challenge, tackle it a bit at a time.  Lear to enjoy life &amp;amp; its many challenges.  It doesn't heart to be a little cynical when the occasion calls for it.  If all fells, you still have your family &amp; friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2006 &amp;amp; Welcome 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-4641999068074670305?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/4641999068074670305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/4641999068074670305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/12/out-goes-old-in-comes-new.html' title='Out goes the Old; In comes the New'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-5769616527948848519</id><published>2006-12-19T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:11:03.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I posted the following advice in December 2006.  Then I took it off, in fear that it violates some form of company policy.  Anyhow, I think now it deserves to be posted again as a reminder for myself &amp; people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have one good advice going into 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Even though 2006 has been an adventurous year, with much changes taking place.  Some were good, some were bad.  As much that many valuable lessons were learnt.  But none can top this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice as we send out 2006 &amp; welcome 2007 is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT WORK FOR A FAMILY BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably don't happened to most people a lot, well depends on where you are I suppose.  But seriously, if you are looking or will be looking for a job in the future.  Do not pick the family business type.  I may be generalising, but if you want to avoid the insanity &amp; for your own safety... it is better not to try this anywhere at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being: 1. you not only have to deal with the crazy boss, you'll also have to include his/her dysfunctional family.  2. Forget it, you'll never get into the inner circle.  If you do, you have a problem.  3. Unless you have the urge to be treating like the family servant, I don't think it's a good idea.  4. Family bickering... something you don't want to get involved &amp;amp; take sides of.  If these aren't good enough reasons, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this advice may not promise smooth sailing in your career.  But if you can follow this simple advice, you should have a tad less trouble at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-5769616527948848519?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/5769616527948848519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/5769616527948848519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/12/advice-of-year.html' title='Advice of the Year'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8010834396216155320</id><published>2006-12-18T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T06:32:08.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>15th December 2006...  One more candle to the cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, this blog comes a few days late.  But who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15th December,  once again celebrating my birthday.  Just without the family &amp; the friends.  I think I've been so spoilt for the past 2 years, by the AIESEC family that none others can live up to it.  Thank you guys, for all the good memories!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year, with a tad less dramatic, I spent my birthday in China.  It was a usual working day.  But my colleague bought me a cake, unfortunately, another idiot colleague ruined the surprise.  Anyhow, the only celebration I had was going to the massage, which was quite ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you can always count on the real life-time friends.  Thank you to all who had sent their well-wishes, emails, cards, etc.  It really means a lot to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8010834396216155320?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8010834396216155320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8010834396216155320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/12/15th-december-2006-one-more-candle-to.html' title='15th December 2006...  One more candle to the cake'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2546835848469958914</id><published>2006-12-11T18:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:39:38.480+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>I could get used to this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This is a bit difficult to accept, but I think I could get used to this kind of lifestyle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; I know, shocking isn't it?!  I haven't even been here for a week, and I'm already bought over by the "nice" little things.  Disgraceful!!!  Well, I guess that's why they give us (the expats) all the perks one can possibly think of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but I've got to admit... it's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I've got my own suite, it's big &amp; comfortable.  I've got a double bed all to myself.  Internet access, which I can't live without.  A room with a view, though not quite the sea-view.  A big bathroom, with the most amazing shower.  We also have helpers (YES!  What we call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; in SA!  Don't start giving me a lecture on this now!!!), who cook and clean for us.  And my new favourite place to go is the massage "parlour/salon" (I'm not sure the correct term here).  It's the most amazing experience I've had ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Now, I've got to share about my massage experience.  It's actually my first time there tonight.  I had declined the previous time, but tonight was the night...  I woke up with a sore neck this morning, and it had grew into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;.  So when my colleagues suggested to go for a massage tonight, I was all for it.  We were in a private room, where we were treating head-to-toe.  Uh~~~ it was to die for...  Though, I've got to say, for some reason there seems to be something so sexual about it.  I mean, there was absolutely no sexual gesture, but something about it... which I can't really explain.  Maybe it was the touches... sensitive spots...  Anyhow, it was amazing and relaxing.  It leaves this warm and relaxed feeling in your body, in fact I can still feel the warmth of my blood flowing through my entire body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;prompts for a good night sleep.  Good night folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy &amp; relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2546835848469958914?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2546835848469958914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2546835848469958914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='I could get used to this...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8466214347525369345</id><published>2006-12-07T15:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:05:41.565+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Jule in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If I did not mention this previously, I apologise for my manners.  Well... I'm in CHINA!!!  My current work have sent me and 2 other new ladies to Zhuhai, China for orientation, training... whatever you prefer to call it.  We are going to be here for about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's quite shocking for some to hear this.  I mean after all, I'm not exactly a big fan of China.  But I thought being an AIESECer, I should be more open-minded about these kind of things.  Plus it's work related, so I here I am... in CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First impressions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destination to China is Zhuhai, which is one of the industrial port cities of China.  It is right next to Macau, so obviously we flew into Macau.  Macau has had similar fate as Hong Kong that it was the colony of Portugal.  Yet, it didn't receive as much attention as Hong Kong did.  On almost every aspects, Macau &amp; Hong Kong have been like the mini-version of Canada v.s. the U.S.  Macau has been mostly well-known for its casinos, not many of those in this part of Asia.  Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to admire and explore Macau.  Because, I've actually had my shortest ever transit expierence.  I don't think the whole thing took place longer than an hour.  It was literally in &amp; out!!  We landed, came in through the airport... then exited Macau from the land "port"... and we are in Zhuhai.  What I remembered... it was busy, full of people coming in &amp; out of Macau/Zhuhai, be it locals or tourists.  There were just heaps &amp; heaps of people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came into Zhuhai via Gongbei (I'm not sure if it's the right spelling, but I don't care right now!).  Man!  It's just as much chaotic!  The busy-ness felt a little like Park Station in Downtown Jozi.  The roads and buildings felt like Mumbai, India.  People even drive like one would in India!!!  It's quite a chaotic scene on the road, pretty much like what you get in India, just not as busy (maybe because it was already around lunch time).  You get people walking right in the middle of the road, drivers swerving to avoid the speed humps...  Very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've already started working today.  Tomorrow is yet another day to be conquered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and hugs from China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really really want to post some photos of me &amp; China, but I don't have a camera, not even a camera phone which I can upload photos.  So, I can only try my best to describe my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8466214347525369345?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8466214347525369345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8466214347525369345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/12/jule-in-china.html' title='Jule in China'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8086901192966996884</id><published>2006-11-29T11:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:29:18.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Years of school, university &amp; intense AIESEC work have cultivated in me a habit of making a "list".  My day goes by "unproductive" withou filling it with matters/agenda.  I love the feeling of achievement when I tick off each item on the list!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now with the greatest invention of the century, i.e. computer &amp; e-mail, comes "Microsoft Outlook".  It's got this nice little tool that can flag all your pending matters.  So, obviously I flag all my incoming/outgoing e-mails that still requires attention...  It's a great tool, with just one small problem.  It annoys the hell out of me when there are matters pending... pending... pending...  So I keep on clicking it... click it... click it...  And it's always the last pending e-mail that drives me insane!  It's like the little black spot on a perfect sheet of white!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;OUT!  Damn spot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8086901192966996884?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8086901192966996884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8086901192966996884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/pending.html' title='Pending!!!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-4845249818437110675</id><published>2006-11-28T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:02:44.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottie of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I came across this on 5fm (SA's best radion station!) today. I'd just like to tell people who had previously told me that Asian guys are generally not good looking... You are WROMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5fm.co.za/dj/hottiesDetails.aspx?id=919"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takeshi Kaneshiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; is definitely one of Asia's hottest celebrities (if not the hottest!), he also happens to be my personal favourite!! :-P Don't blame me for favouritism or biased opinion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you'll feel the same once you check out his pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For more Hotties of the Day, click... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5fm.co.za/dj/hotties.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-4845249818437110675?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/4845249818437110675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/4845249818437110675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/hottie-of-day.html' title='Hottie of the Day!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-8607728896042021712</id><published>2006-11-28T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:41:27.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who to marry? (written by kids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Some sweet and funny comments made by kids on who to marry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;/strong&gt; (written by kids) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. - Alan, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with. - Kristen, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then. - Camille, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married. - Freddie, age 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. - Derrick, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) Both don't want any more kids. - Lori, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough. - Lynnette, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(2) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. - Martin, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns. -Craig, age 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1) When they're rich. - Pam, age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that. - Curt, age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(3 ) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do. - Howard, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1 ) I don't know which is better, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm never going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all grossed out. - Theodore, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(2 ) It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. - Anita, age 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1 ) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there? - Kelvin, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And the #1 Favourite is........ &lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;(1 ) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck. - Ricky, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-8607728896042021712?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8607728896042021712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/8607728896042021712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-to-marry-written-by-kids.html' title='Who to marry? (written by kids)'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-2558915652547278751</id><published>2006-11-15T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T07:08:58.531+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It only seemed like yesterday, but it's been 6 months already! I still have moments when I think back about how it used to be. Little things that reminds me of my life for the past 10 years. Little moments of flashbacks. Plus many times over of "In South Africa, we...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's been 6 months. I still remember waking up on that last morning, thinking: "this is it, I'm going home". I still remember driving down "my street", the street that tells the story of the last 10 years of my life. I still remember driving to the air port, the road that I've come to know so familiar, saying good-bye at the air port. All those years that I've always been the one seeing people off, yet it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months, it's a long time but to me it went pass like a flash. 15th May 2006, the day that I set foot on my homeland. Finally... it's home. Home, it's an ironic word. Taiwan, for me it has become a place where I'll always call home. But it's also a place that I still don't quite understand. There've been moments of "I must be in a twilight zone", and there've been moments of "I am proud to be a Taiwanese". Taiwan, it's a country standing between 2 cross-roads. Old v.s. New, Oppression v.s. Freedom, Love v.s. Hate. Sometimes, I think how can there be so many difference of opinions. Sometimes, I look at the environment, the history, the conflicts, and I wonder in awe: "How can we all co-exist on this little island with so much that is going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 months, since I've been "home" while missing my other "home". From time to time I still get people asking me: "When are you coming back to South Africa?". From time to time I still get the comment: "South Africa? That is a strange country that you've been." At the end of the day, I still have trouble defining myself as a Taiwanese-South African.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-2558915652547278751?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2558915652547278751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/2558915652547278751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-6-months.html' title='It&apos;s been 6 months'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-116340694863227561</id><published>2006-11-13T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:00.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Factor Values Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CDCDC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C9EAEA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You're loyal to your friends... to a point.&lt;br /&gt;But if they cross you, you will reconsider your loyalties.&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to others is important to you, but you also stay true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value honesty.&lt;br /&gt;You do value getting your way, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And if a little lying is required to do that, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;A few white lies never hurt anyone (at least, that's what you tell yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value generosity.&lt;br /&gt;Your needs always come first, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll possibly help someone else out...&lt;br /&gt;But only if it helps you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value humility highly.&lt;br /&gt;You have the self-confidence to be happy with who you are.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need to seek praise to make yourself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;You're very modest, and you're keep the drama factor low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-116340694863227561?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116340694863227561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116340694863227561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/five-factor-values-test.html' title='The Five Factor Values Test'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-116340574420351967</id><published>2006-11-13T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:00.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Question Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-116340574420351967?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116340574420351967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116340574420351967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-question-personality-test.html' title='3 Question Personality Test'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-116296611360210235</id><published>2006-11-08T06:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:00.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion is an asshole... Everyone's got one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ever since I put the title on my MSN, I've got people asking and commenting on it.  "Why do you sound so angry?", "What inspired you to say such thing?", etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I said it (and still saying it), let it go people!  Ok, I admit it's a rather "angry" statement.  But I wasn't even angry when I said it.  Obviously there is a reason behind such statement.  I put that on my MSN after finding out that the First Lady of Taiwan has been prosecuted for the embezzlement allegations (unfortunately I cannot find a good article on this event).  But the main reason for what I said is actually reflecting on the state of polical polarisation in Taiwan.  In fact, this polarisation is so extreme that for almost everything one can only be either for or against - no middle ground.  People have somehow lost the ability to view every piece of information objectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I also said it in commenting on the media environment in Taiwan currently.  Although Taiwan's been ranked number 1 in press freedom recently.  This high ranking does not necessarily equal to quality reporting.  TC commented that we should be grateful that we enjoy press freedom, while many recently democratised African countries are not so privileged.  For sure, we are more privileged than many countries in the world, being able to say what we want when we want.  But after all there should be some level of balance between press freedom and accurate reporting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In Taiwan, 90% of the news reporting are inflammatory, provoking, opinionated and politically motivated.  Reporters/journalists are willing to exaggerate an incidence to make news.  What you read on the newspaper / see on the news may only contain 30% of truth while the rest of the 70% are bolstered.  Most of the public don't watch the news these days, because it's just the same old stuff.  Incidentally, I've also cut down on watching the news.  Because everytime I see what the politicians say on TV, just make my blood boil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Another thing that is extremely popular over the lost decade or so, is the political talk shows.  This is where they have a host, and guest are invited to discuss certain current issues.  The guests range from political analyst to journalists, politicians to academics.  These shows generally have their own political agendas, providing a platform for politicians and their ardent supporters to air their viewpoint.  The public have also learnt which shows support the opposition party, while certain ones support the ruling party.  The divide is actually VERY clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyways, I don't think this "situation" or environment will go away or improve in the near future.  If it is the process to go through for a society to learn the lesson of responsible news reporting, then I suppose we still have a long way to go.  We'll just have to bare with this "crazyness", even though it is really depressing at times to see our society falling to such level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-116296611360210235?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116296611360210235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116296611360210235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/11/opinion-is-asshole-everyones-got-one.html' title='Opinion is an asshole... Everyone&apos;s got one!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-116183275554780211</id><published>2006-10-26T05:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What English Speaking Country Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New Zealand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatenglishspeakingcountryareyouquiz/new-zealand.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good on ya, mate.  You're the best looking one of the bunch.  Though you're often forgotten...  You're quite proud of who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatenglishspeakingcountryareyouquiz/"&gt;What English Speaking Country Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Eish!! I can't believe this! I'm totally offended, I'm suppose to be a South African. I haven't even been to New Zealand. No offence to the Kiwis, but I still perfer to be a South African. Lekker boet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-116183275554780211?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116183275554780211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116183275554780211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-english-speaking-country-are-you.html' title='What English Speaking Country Are You?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-116176690268064830</id><published>2006-10-25T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IC 2005, India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pawelw/52783870/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52783870_5a89c81b2a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pawelw/52783870/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IC2005 Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pawelw/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pawelw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know, it's 2006 already.  Plus IC 2006 has already passed as well.  But I saw this photo on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;, and I just had to share it again with everyone.  Can you spot where I was standing?  Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-116176690268064830?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116176690268064830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116176690268064830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/10/ic-2005-india.html' title='IC 2005, India'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-116165303736371554</id><published>2006-10-24T03:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.774+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Suggestions On How To Live A Better Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/rx-yXGXNstU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/rx-yXGXNstU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-116165303736371554?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116165303736371554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/116165303736371554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/10/suggestions-on-how-to-live-better-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115984857613593912</id><published>2006-10-03T05:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is Ramadan again.  I can't say that I'm an expert on Islam, but  I certainly try to understand.  I was at a forum the other day, and it was quite interesting to hear some of the young people's thought on their perceptions of Muslims.  There was this guy who seemed to know what he was talking about, while the rest had whole lots of misconceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my sister mentioned that for certain reasons some of the Muslim friends she knew, although they aren't even so faithful normally, will start fasting and praying during Ramadan.  It is interesting and weird, exactly her words.  Perhaps people think it is a weir practice, but I'd like to think of it similar to Christmas, Chinese New Years, Diwali, or Yom Kippur.  During these festivals, we do things we don't normally do.  Just because we don't understand why certain religions practice certain rituals, it doesn't make people who practice it fanatics, it just means that we should learn more about that certain religion or culture, so we can stop stereotyping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone who is interested in finding out what Ramadan is like, you can check out "&lt;a href="http://ramadan.nomadlife.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogging Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".  It is a unconventional way of getting to know about being a Muslim and celebrating Ramadan.  Not your usual mainstream media for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115984857613593912?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115984857613593912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115984857613593912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115980758897304431</id><published>2006-10-02T18:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is scarier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's a new poll running on 5fm, which asked which scary movie is the scariest.  The options were: The Exorcist, The Ring, Hannibal, Nightmare on Elm Street, The Blair Witch Project, and Poltergiest.  The top 3 were: The Exorcist - 37%, The Ring - 24% and Hannibal - 11%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I voted for The Exorcist, even though I've never seen it, and I don't plan on doing it EVER.  What surprised me was The Ring coming in at number 2... why was it scary?!  I mean it's a re-make of a Japanese movie, with the typical "ghost" from Japanese films.  No offense to the Japanese, but their ghost is really not scary, they are actually just creepy... well, perhaps that qualifies it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115980758897304431?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115980758897304431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115980758897304431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/10/which-is-scarier_02.html' title='Which is scarier?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115980259848166789</id><published>2006-10-02T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>COD: OD on CSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A couple of months back I mentioned that my sister and I are addicted to CSI.  Well, next Tuesday is likely to be the day that we "OD" (over-dosed) on CSI.  October 10th is the National Day of Taiwan, and one of the channels decided to "celebrate" National Day by having a "CSI Marathon" for 11 hours.  Yep, you heard me right - 11 hours, from morning till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115980259848166789?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115980259848166789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115980259848166789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/10/cod-od-on-csi.html' title='COD: OD on CSI'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115871857731730804</id><published>2006-09-20T03:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not much to update this time around.  Since not much has happened, except being at home again.  Yeah, I quit my job at the language school.  The strange working hours and the clueless manager, who was busy driving the school to the ground,  just don't do it for me.  So I'm unemployed, looking for a job again...  Not the easiest thing that I've found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow, some of the photos were taken on a recent trip.  The family took a day trip to Ilan, which is on the other side of the mountain to Taipei (very clear direction, I know).  One used to have to make it a 3-day trip, but with the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hsuehshan_Tunnel"&gt;Hseuhshan Tunnel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; it is possible to do a day-trip.  While the pics of the tiger lily and the cuddly cows are from my folks' trip to Hualien.  They had more fun then we did back in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, the tunnel is 12.9km long, it is the longest tunnel in Asia and the fifth longest tunnel in the world.  Cool stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115871857731730804?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115871857731730804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115871857731730804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-quickie.html' title='Just a quickie...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115863700612070785</id><published>2006-09-19T05:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>         </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247124367/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/247124367_9a621ac2ef_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247124367/"&gt;DSCN0541&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115863700612070785?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863700612070785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863700612070785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='         '/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115863683274826359</id><published>2006-09-19T05:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuttie cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247123424/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/247123424_b40512c0dc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247123424/"&gt;DSCN0516&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115863683274826359?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863683274826359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863683274826359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/cuttie-cows.html' title='Cuttie cows'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115863672120045078</id><published>2006-09-19T05:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247120938/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/80/247120938_f056dbbe23_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247120938/"&gt;29. Coastline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115863672120045078?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863672120045078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863672120045078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/29.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115863663200339439</id><published>2006-09-19T05:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:59.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247120622/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/247120622_967487cd11_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/247120622/"&gt;04. Ilan wine factory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115863663200339439?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863663200339439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115863663200339439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/04.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115772230841349824</id><published>2006-09-08T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of your life - Green Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I write this blog, I'm listening to "Time of your life" by Green Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been trying to sum up what has my AIESEC experience meant for me.  And since I'm such a "music" girl, I wanted to have a song for it.  So, what does that got to do with this particular song?  Well, if you've been an AIESECer, you would know and appreciate the meaning.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the song goes, "it's unpredictable, but at the end it's right".  Joining AIESEC was unpredicatble, every journey and expereince that it takes you on is unpredictable... but at the end of the day, it was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was once young, ambitious and wanting to prove something of themselves.  I think what AIESEC gives is just that the opportunity to be young, be ambitious, be able to prove what we are capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, the song is so cliched and over-used in almost every AIESEC conference.  But everything that is mentioned in the song is exactly what it is all about.  It is not only a platform to "blah, blah, blah", it is a platform to discover who you are, to shape your worldview, and most importantly be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's often unpredictable, but in the end it's right.  It was the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115772230841349824?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115772230841349824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115772230841349824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-of-your-life-green-day.html' title='Time of your life - Green Day'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115751438832747680</id><published>2006-09-06T05:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"It is the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting" - Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I got this quote from a dear friend's email signature, and I think it's quite appropriate of what has been happening lately.  I think there needs to be some clarification about my relationship with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Some people have the impression that my parents are constricting, while others have the opposite believe that they let me do what I want to do.  Well, first of all, such statement is neither true nor false.  Because, yes they do let me do what I want.  But at the same time they also make sure that I have both of my feet firmly planted on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Honestly, I am the dreamer.  I have big dreams, I believe I can make these dreams come true, but they could also be just what they are - big DREAMS.  It really doesn't matter though.  I think it's quite a blessing yet a curse having parents like mine.  It's a blessing when they finally let me do my own thing, after having to fight for what I believe.  While on the other hand, it's a curse when they try to convince me that I'm just an ordinary girl, and that my dreams will never come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Still, one thing will never change and that is I'll keep on dreaming, while my parents will always try to bring me back down to earth.  Even though it is such an uphill battle, it is the possibility of making that dream comes true that makes it all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115751438832747680?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115751438832747680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115751438832747680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-possibility-of-having-dream-come.html' title='&quot;It is the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting&quot; - Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115607030040438733</id><published>2006-08-20T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice field</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813228/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/74/219813228_d7becd008f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813228/"&gt;Rice field&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Rice, the essential diet of the Taiwanese people.  This is an "organic" rice field.  Apparently they don't use pesticide in the entire cultivating process.  Speak of health &amp;amp; safety conscious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's still beautiful scenery. Rice fields used to be quite common in Taiwan.  These days lands are more used for city development purposes.  You'll really need to go to the country to see plantations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115607030040438733?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115607030040438733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115607030040438733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/rice-field.html' title='Rice field'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115606984778426733</id><published>2006-08-20T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and furious... the 70's style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813233/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/219813233_00e5b2f138_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813233/"&gt;Antiques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We spotted these 2 antiques at a holiday resort.  They were to die for.  I couldn't resist yet another photo opportunity.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115606984778426733?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606984778426733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606984778426733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/fast-and-furious-70s-style.html' title='Fast and furious... the 70&apos;s style'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115606971949593740</id><published>2006-08-20T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My geigha moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813231/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/219813231_9b4e2c15ea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813231/"&gt;My geigha moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you seen the movie "Memoire of a Geisha"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't help myself when there was a perfect photo opportunity...  anyhow, so this was the end result of it...  my geisha moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, you can't see my face really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115606971949593740?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606971949593740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606971949593740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-geigha-moment.html' title='My geigha moment...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115606946935427627</id><published>2006-08-20T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo speaks more than a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I did some travelling after I came back to Taiwan.  So these are just some photos from then.  It's not that I've gone away again (even though I wish that was the case).  I'll try to make a habit of it to keep regular photo updates.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115606946935427627?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606946935427627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606946935427627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/photo-speaks-more-than-thousand-words.html' title='A photo speaks more than a thousand words'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115606954905803187</id><published>2006-08-20T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crouching tiger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813229/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/219813229_a0a378a049_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219813229/"&gt;Bamboo bush&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115606954905803187?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606954905803187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606954905803187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/crouching-tiger.html' title='Crouching tiger...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115606530632819396</id><published>2006-08-20T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taipei 101... part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219788148/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/58/219788148_95899f1e16_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/87893641@N00/219788148/"&gt;Taipei 101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/87893641@N00/"&gt;julesu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, this is not a 2nd blog about the Taipei 101.  No, I don't actually go there often.  Instead, this is the photo I owed when I made my 1st posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive, isn't it?  I tried to make some videos both inside and outside the building.  Unfortunately I can't put them here... I don't want to be sued by some international, over-sensitive boutique store, namely Louis Vuitton.  Not to mention all the other stores that were in the shots.  So, this is the best I can do.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115606530632819396?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606530632819396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115606530632819396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/taipei-101-part-2.html' title='Taipei 101... part 2'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115592524328620388</id><published>2006-08-18T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you also do that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think my bitter-sweetness of having a blog is: I re-read what I've written.  Does anyone else do that or is it just me??  I mean, right now I'm stuck here waiting for my own blog to re-load and give me the latest posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Somehow I often fall into the trap of admiring my own work... then changing it, until I'm satisfied with it.  I've tried cutting down on doing it though.  I mean the changing part, but I just can't help it if there is grammatic error or the wrong fonts/colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But my biggest frustration is still about posting pictures on my blog.  I mean I've got Picasa, which supposedly can post pictures with the click of the button... well, let's just say that neither you nor I are seeing pictures on my blog, right?  So, if anyone who is reading this, and feeling my frustration... please enlighten me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115592524328620388?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115592524328620388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115592524328620388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-also-do-that.html' title='Do you also do that?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115592351725849903</id><published>2006-08-18T19:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:58.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Small town... an even smaller world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So a lots of people say that "it's a small world", but I've never experienced it quite this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So this is what happened.  A lady from work (well, actually she doesn't work there anymore) is going back to Canada, just out of my curious nature I asked her where she is from.  She said: "well, it's a very small town in Canada, most people don't really know about it".  Then I thought of someone, who once also came from a small town in Canada, i.e. Fred.  So I asked: "where?  Saskatoon?"... and I was right on the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Also not to mention, two of the guys I work with also came from South Africa.  It's kinda good, yet freaky, having someone who have shared similar experience as myself so far away from SA.  By the way, all three of the above mentioned people are not native Canadian/South Africans.  They are just like me, originally from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes... small town, an even smaller world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115592351725849903?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115592351725849903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115592351725849903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-town-even-smaller-world.html' title='Small town... an even smaller world'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115431324935193087</id><published>2006-07-31T04:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Matthias, a friend who I met in AfroX, Kenya last year, is currently travelling through Aisa with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a surprise when I received an email from him a few weeks ago.  It was also quite a surprise for him that I'm currently in Taiwan.  We've "lost" contact after the conference, it was the last time we've seen or heard anything from each other, which was about a year and a half ago.  Naturally, since he is on my turf, we decided we'd meet up for coffee.  Ironically, we met in "New York, New York", in Taipei for a coffee in Starbucks.  Plus my lack of knowledge about Taipei in general, he ended up giving me some pointers on where I should visit (hahaha).  I'm so gonna get a Lonely Planet!!!  Or else like Matthias suggested, I should perhaps contact AIESEC Taiwan to find out if they have some reception weekend or re-integration activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great seeing Matthias again, and meeting his girlfriend.  It's been so long that I've been around AIESECers.  Obviously we couldn't resist to talk about AIESEC.  But it was actually quite refreshing, and it felt good talking to someone who has been there.  It is so true that you can only starting to put AIESEC into perspective once you pull yourself away from the organisation.  Then you realise that it is not all golden and shiny...  It's also true that AIESEC connects the world.  I mean who will think that I, a Taiwanese-South African, met this Austrian guy in Kenya, and then met up again in Taiwan.  I guess I can only say that this is the power of AIESEC.  In the short time we caught up on what each other's been doing, their Asian trip so far, what he's going to be doing and what are my plans, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pleasant meeting.  Wishing them the best for the rest of their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115431324935193087?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115431324935193087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115431324935193087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time to catch up'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115375804897412334</id><published>2006-07-24T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To come or not to come... that's what everyone has been asking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are expecting the 5th typhoon for this season, of which 3 had come straight for Taiwan (including this one).  Typhoon No. 5 is named Kaemi.  It's a medium-sized typhoon, but a relatively strong one, bringing with it lots of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that has been on everyone's head and mouth is: "Do we need to work tomorrow?".  Unfortunately, for us, the folks in the northern part of Taiwan won't be taking a day off for the typhoon, while the rest of the island will be staying at home.  I suppose that's the cost of being the economic hub of the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, as much as I would like to have the day off, it is also a worry that the typhoon may cause too much damage to the island.  Every year the typhoon season brings heavy downfall of rain and strong wind that causes damage up to millions of dollars.  So, I guess one shouldn't pray for a typhoon to come just for the benefit of having an extra holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it'll be work tomorrow then.  Cheers folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115375804897412334?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115375804897412334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115375804897412334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-come-or-not-to-come-thats-what.html' title='To come or not to come... that&apos;s what everyone has been asking'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115367224882415872</id><published>2006-07-23T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taipei 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It seems to be a norm in Taiwan that you have to do some activities on Sunday.  Reason being, most people have been busy working throughout the week, and Sunday is the only day in the week, when they can do whatever they want.  Unlike SA, you only see people going in and out of church, then you don't see them at all on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like most people we decided to go out today.  But where do you go and what do you do?  I mean afterall it is like a oven out there, no matter where you go... it is hot.  Luckily we found somewhere we could go, where it's air-conditioned and have something for us to do/see.  We decided that since the family will start renovating the new house soon, my folks could go to the Home Deco Exhibition at the Taipei World Trade Centre, while Elaine and I would go to Taipei 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taipei101mall.com.tw"&gt;Taipei 101&lt;/a&gt; is the "tallest building in the world", after the Twin Towers were brought down in 911.  Well, actually I'm not quite sure if it still holds that record, since every country in the world is competing to build the tallest building in the world in their country.  I think the likely candidates were Shanghai or Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this was my first time really going to Taipei 101.  I mean I've admired the magnificent building from afar and up-close.  But until today I've never been "inside" of Taipei 101.  The place actually reminded me of Menlyn... sorry correction SANDTON, well only better!  It is opened to the public as a shopping mall from ground floor up to the 3rd/4th floor.  In it, it was filled with upper-class boutiques, such as Dolce &amp; Gabbana, Vouis Vuitton, Issey Miyake, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.  Shops that us, ordinary people would never dream of shopping in, or will only set foot in when, or if we ever go to Paris/Milan/New York.  We managed to sneak a few shots inside, which we were not allowed to, and was "promptly" stopped by the "nice gentleman" from Louis Vuitton.  Unfortunately, since neither of us can afford to be sued by giant boutique store such as Louis Vuitton, I cannot share my wonderful time in Taipei 101 on the blog or anywhere on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole place, I thought, was &lt;a href="http://www.taiwanfun.com/north/taipei/shopping/0403/0403Pageone.htm"&gt;Page One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.  It's got all kinds of books that you'll ever need, from Management to Fictions, Literary to Sci-Fi.  It's got books in both Mandarin and English.  Page One is literally almost like a little book city.  But what was most empressive, or more correctly surprising, was when I found "Disgrace" by J.M. Coetzee in the store.  It was such shock, but also nice to see that one can find his book in a far away country, which most people probably don't even know who he is or where he is from.  The down side of discovering this place, besides that the books are quite expensive, is that I can't take them home.  Elaine and I both have an obsession with collecting books, she likes to put the on the book-shelves, and I like to read them.  But considering our current limitations with space at home, we've been decreed not to buy any books.  You can imagine how hard it is for me to refrain myself from making an impulsive decision, which in return could be a long and painful lecture from the "parentals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good trip today.  Besides from being completely exhausted, it was quite an interesting and fruitful day.  :-)  You just gotta love weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="l" href="http://www.page1book.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.taiwanfun.com/north/taipei/shopping/0403/0403Pageone.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115367224882415872?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115367224882415872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115367224882415872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/taipei-101.html' title='Taipei 101'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115319206353648776</id><published>2006-07-18T04:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One week later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've been working for a week now, so far so good.  More specifically I've been watching training videos after training videos, writing reports.  I'm still familiarising myself with the environment and the work, plus "receiving" training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I guess it's completely different from how I would have worked in AIESEC, i.e. you get thrown into the deep-end of the pool, and you just have to learn to paddle and keep your head up.  So far I've found that things are pretty much done by the "standard protocol".  I find it somewhat lacking innovation.  For example the marketing strategy, we send out flyers and newsletters in mass numbers.  But I don't think we really know how effective they are.  It kinda feels like we are just waiting for the customers to arrive or to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see I'm just dying to have my say about many things and wanting to do a lot over there.  I hope I'll be able to make some changes soon.  But right now, I'm just observing.  For sure I've already picked up quite a few things that need improvement.  I'm also learning a lot.  I think the most important thing that I'll gain is the experience in services marketing, i.e. how to face the customers/clients and building relationships with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that life is pretty much routined at the moment.  I work the afternoon-night shift, so I only get back around 11.00, meaning no more late night TVs!  Plus I work 6-days in a week, so I don't have much time to go out or anything.  Even though I really really want to go for some clubbing, or at least a pub with good music and drink in hand.  But I don't think that's happening soon, considering the fact that I'm living off my previous savings and it's still far from the pay-cheque day.  I'm learning to live life to the minimal, which is almost like the MC days.  Anyways, I'm not complaining.  I'm planning on saving as much as I can, and since my salary is not yet astronomical, the "living life to the minimal" will carry on for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm quite happy with the current arrangement.  I've never been a morning person in any case, so the working-hour kind of works for me.  Well, except the bus part... currently my biggest fear is missing the bus home (hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115319206353648776?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115319206353648776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115319206353648776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-week-later.html' title='One week later...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115319065772649124</id><published>2006-07-18T04:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>viva Scuderia Ferrari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've always been a F1 fan, although I've missed several seasons.  So you can imagine I took the chance this Sunday and tuned into the race.  All the good ol' time just came back to me, sitting in front of the tele on every racing weekend, talking about the race, the drivers, and the strategies.  I really miss it!!!  Most of all, I missed the commentators.  The commentators we have over here, I can only describe as incompetent and unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastic to see Ferrari and Shumi win.  Especially after Italy's victory in the World Cup.  I'm gonna be chuffed and walk around with a smile on my face for the rest of the week.  Hahaha!  I guess if I have a Ferrari t-shirt, I'd wear it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115319065772649124?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115319065772649124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115319065772649124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/viva-scuderia-ferrari.html' title='viva Scuderia Ferrari'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115249978248551416</id><published>2006-07-10T04:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of work!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is my first day of work at the new job.   I'm quite looking forward to it, afterall I've been looking for a job for quite awhile now.  I'm really really excited about it, so am keeping my fingers cross for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been job hunting for a while, and some of the companies that I've come across really surprised me.  I mean sometimes you cannot help but wonder the level of their professionalism.  About 2 weeks ago, I was close to have found a position with a Language school (not the same one I'm going to, luckily).  In retrospect I'm glad that I didn't take the job in the end.  What happened was I went their for a 1st interview (on a Saturday?!), then they called back a few days later to have a 2nd interview, when I got there I waited for 15 minutes to have a 15 minutes conversation with the Manager, who didn't even introduce herself.  She acted as if though "they want me, but if they don't have me, it's ok", and what she said was "you can think about it, and if you want to come work here, get back to me before Friday".  So, I kept on looking for something else, and by Friday I was sure that ok, there are no other options, I called them back...  Long story short they didn't get back to me, the worst part was when I tried to follow up with them, the lady kept on saying "yes, I need to discuss with my manager when you can start working, but she is not in the office yet".  I mean what on earth is that?  You want me to work there or not!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of unprofessionalism, which pissed me off more than any other was with the position working in the Taipei American School.  I got the call from the lady responsible for interviews, which we agreed that I would go in for an interview the next day, even though I wasn't completely matched to the position.  So I went there the following day, another lady came out and greeted me.  She told me that they are sorry, but they meant to cancel my interview because I was more into marketing, and not admin.  I explained again that it's alright, I've had such experience and I would like to have the interview... and NO she said.  Point of the story?  I had to drive all the way across the town for an interview that should have been cancelled the previous day... I'm just so glad that I got told about this when I showed up for the interview!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hew... enough of the bitching.  All that has passed, now I'm going to get ready for my "first day of work".  ;-)  Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115249978248551416?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115249978248551416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115249978248551416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-of-work.html' title='First day of work!!!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115198274567414018</id><published>2006-07-04T04:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lately I have a new addiction, which I have also successfully pass that onto my sister.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are so addicted that we have to have our daily fix... from Monday to Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Coffee?  No!  Well, we'll need coffee everyday actually.  The name of this addiction is - CSI.  More accurately, CSI, CSI: Miami and CSI: New York.  Initially I really disliked CSI, I thought what is the point of watching?  I couldn't understand why people would like to see some "dead-body" being disected.  Then I saw one episode of CSI, then I wanted to see the next one, and the one after that, and it keeps on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I came back to Taiwan, I thoughtfully introduced the show to my sister as well...  Well, long story short, now we are both addicted.  Lucky for us, the show is on Monday to Friday.  So we have CSI: Miami from 8pm to 9pm every weekday.  Then we have CSI/CSI: New York from 9pm to 11pm on Monday nights, which we have dubbed Monday night as "CSI Marathon night".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've read somewhere before that shows such as CSI, Law and Orders, 24, Alias, etc. have become extremely popular in the post-911 America.  For the reason being, people need to see crimes brought to justice, even in their fantasy world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know if that is true, but for sure there are a whole lots of similar shows around, for example: CSI vs. Law &amp; Orders vs. NCIS vs. Crossing Jordan.  These all have the common theme of cutting people open, blood spilling everywhere.  On the other hand, you also get shows such as: 24, Alias, Threat Matrix, which are all about saving the world espionage.  Actually, the are a whole lot of shows out there that have similar themes.  There are even what I call "Reality TV turn script TV" shows, i.e. Survivor vs. Lost, Extreme Make-Over vs. Nip&amp;amp;Tuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyhoo, it doesn't matter.  The matter is: we are addicted to CSI and we love it. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115198274567414018?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115198274567414018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115198274567414018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/07/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115137270836297150</id><published>2006-06-27T03:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.358+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving challenged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I haven't had a car for months now.  The implication of this little "issue" is that I haven't been driving and I am now taking public transportations.  To be honest the biggest drawback is the inconvenience of immobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving back, my Dad has decided to buy a car.  Now, there a few small differences between driving in SA and driving in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all, the two drives on different side of the road, that's correct Taiwan drives on the right hand-side of the road, while SA on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondly, the roads are so much narrower in Taiwan, i.e. people tend to park next to the road to get on or off, making the drivers to zig-zag through the traffic, which is entirely different from SA (well, except when you go downtown).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thirdly, there are thousands, if not millions of motor-bikes on the road... watch out for the bikers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fourthly, due to the horrendous traffic conditions in Taiwan, 99.9% of the cars are automatic drive.  What seems to be the problem?  I only drive manual gear.  I've always driven manual in SA, so need for me to learn how to drive automatic.  I know, it sounds like a pathetic excuse, but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Summing up all of the factors above, I'm patrified of driving in Taiwan.  Personally, I'm still trying to adjust to this driving on the "other" side thing.  Everytime when a car turns a corner (be it I'm in the car or not), in a split second, I think "shit, we are turning into the wrong side of the road!  We gonna crash!!!!".  Then I realised my mistake.  I seriously doubt this fear of driving on the other side of the road will subside soon.  Well, if you take into consideration that I almost climbed into the wrong side of the car, I don't think I'll be driving any day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115137270836297150?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115137270836297150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115137270836297150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/06/driving-challenged.html' title='Driving challenged...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-115086305067753704</id><published>2006-06-21T05:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:57.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Close of a chapter, start of the next</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not sure this is the Nth time that I'm trying to write this blog... well all the previous postings have gone down the drain, since I tried to be fancy and uploaded photos.  So I've decided to go back to basics and just write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say?  I've been "silent" for a while, but now I'm back.  There has been quite a change since the last time that I've sat down to properly write something.  Let's see, I've moved house, left a job, moved back to Taiwan...  There were so much I wanted to share and write, but they seem to have escaped me over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should start with moving back to Taiwan.  I think this was and still is a "difficult" part.  Difficult in the sense that I've never thought about moving back at this stage of my life.  I've always thought that I'll have a few more years of travelling around the world before moving back permanently.  In my mind moving back is like settling down, and I wasn't ready for that yet.  Now I'm back it does feel a bit weird, afterall I've been away for such a long time.  Everything somehow seems somewhat familiar, yet unfamiliar.  It is for sure a more fast-paced society, information over-load.  Who knows?  This may just turn out to be a good change.  At least I'm sure my folks are happy about it.  I think in a way they were worried that they are going to loose a daughter if I go to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means I still dream of and want to trekk the world with backpacks on my back.  It just that the plan has been put on hold for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm just focusing on getting a job... I cannot live off of my parents any longer.  Afterall, I am an adult now, I have my degree.  I suppose to be able to make a living for myself and not rely on my parents.  Well... I'd think that with the advantages I have, I would be snatched up by companies with a click of the fingers.  But I'm starting to doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also quite a bit of change, having to start thinking realistically about life, making a living, etc.  I think I've read somewhere before that "AIESEC is a practice run of reality, but AIESEC operate in a real world so it cannot be just a practice run" or something alone that line.  Anyways, my point is there is actually a difference between what one does in AIESEC comparing to what one does outside of AIESEC, i.e. reality and yourself.  I don't know about other people, and I don't want to speak for everyone.  But at least for myself, when I was in AIESEC everything is about AIESEC, it is what you sleep, what you eat, what you breathe - it is your life.  But life outside of AIESEC is about you and you alone.  Sure, you'll probably find a job that you devote as much to it, but somehow you don't live it... that's just what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are all young and restless once, and AIESEC is the perfect way of writing that chapter in one's life.  So, for those people that are still living AIESEC, enjoy it.  For those that has ended that chapter, I'm sure it was a sweet-bitter symphony that you'll be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the close of a chapter, and the start of the next chapter.  I wonder where it will take me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-115086305067753704?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115086305067753704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/115086305067753704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/06/close-of-chapter-start-of-next.html' title='Close of a chapter, start of the next'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114684112767451424</id><published>2006-05-05T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50669/tests/powerhour/index.jsp?testname=powerhourogt&amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50669/http://i.emode.com/tests/powerhour/images/sunset_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Sharp at Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50670/tests/powerhour/index.jsp?testname=powerhourogt&amp;amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Power Hour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50671/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114684112767451424?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114684112767451424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114684112767451424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-true.html' title='How true...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114684023444167866</id><published>2006-05-05T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My most unique quality is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie, your most unique quality is that you're unusually Intense &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wound up and have a lot going on. Others may have trouble understanding what you're going through, but they generally find your intensity very compelling and are drawn to you. This happens even without effort on your part. Compared to others who are also intense, you are unusually uninterested in being the center of attention. Only 0.8% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, apparently my most unique quality is that I'm unusually intense... I didn't even realise that!  Hahaha!  And that is an unique quality?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you are wondering if there are so many postings on personality test, it's because I am a personality test freak.  Hahahaha!  Plus, I don't have much time to blog these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114684023444167866?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114684023444167866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114684023444167866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-most-unique-quality-is.html' title='My most unique quality is...'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114683897471201043</id><published>2006-05-05T16:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What classic movie are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114683897471201043?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114683897471201043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114683897471201043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-classic-movie-are-you.html' title='What classic movie are you?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114683872606794102</id><published>2006-05-05T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What famous leader are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114658130487688902?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114658130487688902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114658130487688902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-kind-of-girl-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Girl Are You?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114657994234927523</id><published>2006-05-02T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Birth Month Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/narcissus.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love life and exude an outgoing, cheerful vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a great sense of humor, you can laugh at adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Celebration, success, and wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Blue Topaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Narcissus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Indigo, green, and blue-green&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114657994234927523?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114657994234927523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114657994234927523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-does-your-birth-month-mean.html' title='What Does Your Birth Month Mean?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114657895544894384</id><published>2006-05-02T16:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Age Do You Act?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 23 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114657895544894384?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114657895544894384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114657895544894384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-age-do-you-act.html' title='What Age Do You Act?'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114363972160431036</id><published>2006-03-29T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>If you read my last blog, you'll see that my family has been busy packing and moving. The latest news is that we have officially moved out of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are homeless... not quite. It is true that we don't have a "home", not a house, at the moment. We are currently staying at a friend of my folks' house. Meaning, we have a house to stay in, but it's not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to have finally moved out? To be honest, I still don't have time to think about it. I guess it will only sink in later. Am I sad? I don't know, I think I'm just happy to get this over and done with. I guess I'm ready to move on, afterall there is really nothing much left here in South Africa for me. I sound pessimistic?! Well, I have my reason to be. I've begin to realise more and more that this country is actually not so culturally diverse friendly. Sure, it's got all these diverse cultures, but people at times are really not open to other cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is a whole new topic for another day. This is all for now... cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114363972160431036?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114363972160431036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114363972160431036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/03/homeless.html' title='Homeless!?!?!?!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114125022385170234</id><published>2006-03-01T23:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:56.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing, packing, packing...  MOVING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After living in South Africa for 10 years, my family has decided to move again. This time we are moving back to where we came from - Taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It is always such headaches when it comes to moving. Yes! The amount of packing involved, it is unbelievable. You see, after living in the same place for 10 years, it is not only memories that have been collected... there are things, and things, and more things that got collected over the years!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean clothes, books, appliances (working or not), and things! Things that you were given, things you bought. Be it brand new, second-hand, in working order or broken. Most of all... my NOTES! So far I've thrown away roughly 4 to 5 boxes of old notes that I've collected over the years, i.e from high school, to niversity, to post-grad study. And there seems no end to this. As soon as I think something is done, I find more... This week is books, next week is clothes, the following week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever said "Living out of a suitcase"... I really envy that now. But then I guess one only have the "luxury" of living out of a suitcase by permanently living in a hotel room, aka room service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114125022385170234?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114125022385170234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114125022385170234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/03/packing-packing-packing-moving.html' title='Packing, packing, packing...  MOVING!!!'/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-114073544298084549</id><published>2006-02-24T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:55.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It is the best news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've been expecting this call for days...  Still, it came as a surprise.  Well, I mean it was a surprise to get the call and surprise of what the call was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth am I talking about?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got the confirmation that I've been selected as MC VP People Development of AIESEC in UAE for the year 2006/2007!!!  Hew, that came as a relief.  It has been a torture not knowing.  I'm soooo happy &amp; excited about the selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this has somewhat came to a full-circle.  I first "met" Basma, the MCPe of AIESEC in UAE online, through matching a TN in the UAE.  The person that put her in contact with me was, funny enough, my mentor (Thank you SuperYo).  The one country that we discussed when I first considered an International MC term was... UAE.  The way that I "stumbled" upon the MC application, and then couldn't download it for 1 week.  Not to mention the worst luck ever that on the D-day of submitting application the electricity was out for 1 hour, eating into time that I already didn't have.  Then the agonising wait of the telephone interview, and then the second interview...  Anyways,today it has come to full-circle.  All the "excitements" that went into this process were all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAE will be a complete different experience.  It will be a new beginnig.  It will be a challenge.  But I think I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-114073544298084549?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114073544298084549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/114073544298084549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-best-news.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-113995690996134088</id><published>2006-02-15T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:55.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anti-Valentine's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Valentine's Day is over.  So people can stop saying HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the days in the year that is made to be more commercial than what it really means to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So STOP!  Valentine's Day is over.  Whether or not you screw up it doesn't matter.  Because love shouldn't be decided by the action of just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-113995690996134088?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/113995690996134088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/113995690996134088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/02/anti-valentines-day-im-glad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-113813938860530508</id><published>2006-01-24T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:55.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jarheadmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;JARHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If you only plan to see one movie this year, then this is the one you have to see. I know, it is pretty early in the year still, and I am making such statement. Well, you'll see what I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jarhead - nickname to the US Marine Corp. The story is a chronicle of ex-Marine Anthony Swofford's pre-Desert Storm experiences in Saudi Arabia and about his experiences fighting in Kuwait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was sitting in the cinema, after 5 minutes into the movie, the only thought I have in my head was: This is the reason why we are, or I AM, in AIESEC. I kept on thinking to myself the conversation that we had with Riaan, it is obvious that the people were never in AIESEC. Because if they were, then they would not be so readily going to war. Fighting in war(s) will not be their aspiration. If they understood the meaning of cultural understanding, then perhaps the world will be somewhat different. Ok, so maybe that is not exactly the movie's message. But surely this is what I got out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why would I have this thought to begin with? Perhaps it's because that is exactly what has been on my mind for months now... What the hell are we doing here in AIESEC!? We are often so caught up in "company meetings", "strategic plans", and blah blah AIESEC jargon. What difference are we truly making? How does it take us closer to our vision? Better still, does what we do on a daily basis contribute to the vision of AIESEC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do I have an answer to my question? I am not quite sure I do. I am not even sure I will find that answer soon. But at the very least, I am a little closer to finding my answer to the question. Do I think I'll ever figure it out? Sure, I'll figure it out, but not today, not tomorrow. It will only come slowly. Am I happy about questioning such question? Well, some may think that I don't have enough commitment to the organisation. But to the contrary I think by asking such question allows me to explore more sides and more in-depth of AIESEC. It actually makes me have more and more conviction why I'm in AIESEC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And what do I think of the movie? Some said that the movies carries anti-war message. I say it doesn't have to. Because war itself is ugly enough to be anti-war. Paradoxical? But that is the TRUTH about war. No one wins in a war, it is a loose-loose situation. Will humans ever learn from its own lessons? I guess not, and that is what makes us human...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Peace and fulfilment of human kinds potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-113813938860530508?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/113813938860530508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/113813938860530508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2006/01/jarhead-if-you-only-plan-to-see-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17917225.post-113472141553863088</id><published>2005-12-16T09:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:12:55.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being 22...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 22nd birthday, for friends &amp;amp; family that forgot their well-wishes... you SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always imagined that birthday will be a day that stands out from all other ordinary days that it will be different. But actually besides the cake, presents and dinner, it is just another day... Now, I know I sound pesimistic, but it is the truth. Has anyone ever come to a sudden realisation of life on their birthday?? I doubt it but that is not the point. What makes birthdays significant is... love. Ok, I'm not saying that if you didn't get presents, well-wishes then people don't love you. What I meant is that the day itself is filled with love - all the world's love on the day that you are born. So, yes I was very loved yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else about birthdays... my dad always says "getting older means more responsibilities...". Hmmm, another profound thought. If getting older means to take on more responsibilities, then to whom or what should you be responsible to/for?? Isn't responsibility also expectations? And if these expectations come from others, by trying to live up to all these expectations, don't you end up living others' lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point? I think getting older means more responsibilities - responbilities towards yourself and your actions. It is about living up to your own expectations, understanding that growing up is about taking charge of your life that you get to decide how to live your life, and others can only learn to accept it. And the meaning of growing up or getting older is whether or not you accept such responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17917225-113472141553863088?l=julesu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/113472141553863088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17917225/posts/default/113472141553863088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesu.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-22.html' title=''/><author><name>jule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11596313813346044085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BMFSxvsg4g/Tro03hznxYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dVA6b5hGUOk/s220/DSC00136-1.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
