<?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-8486558022371868904</id><updated>2011-10-17T11:15:35.451+13:00</updated><category term='GHD'/><category term='Chocolate Antioxidants Wellness'/><category term='Workplace Happiness'/><category term='Leadership'/><category term='NZ Couriers'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Self Development'/><category term='The Help NZGirl'/><title type='text'>Pink Crush</title><subtitle type='html'>Random musings and self confessions of a girly girl. Find me on twitter @yingkong</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-3681305521359734163</id><published>2011-10-17T11:11:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:14:33.945+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Help NZGirl'/><title type='text'>The Help. A perfect feel good movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefcf9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LeNp9PUrkc/TptWLTlRbOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z7LLyaCDmB4/s1600/Help_NZ1Sht_Whisper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LeNp9PUrkc/TptWLTlRbOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z7LLyaCDmB4/s320/Help_NZ1Sht_Whisper.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;What a beautiful and poignant film that takes us on the journey of civil rights, friendship and determination in the United States in the late 1960s (during the great Civil rights campaign led by Martin Luther King). The Help takes place in Mississippi, the Deep South of US and follows the story of wannabe journalist Eugenia “Skeeter” Phelan played by Emma Stone. Skeeter who wants more than marriage and babies sees the the opportunity to tell the world a story that has never been told before, the story from the eyes of the African -American house maids and their struggles of working for the white upper class family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The Help is a feel good movie, one that makes you leave the cinema grinning ear to ear with the need to punch the sky cheering that our heroes got redemption and the ice queen villian was put her in place. The acting was outstanding with one of my favourite actresses Emma Stone playing the lead role (but what was with that crazy curly hair?) and a shout out has to be given to the cute little three year olds (Emma and Eleanor Henry)&amp;nbsp;who both played the part of Mae Mobley Leefolt the daughter of Mrs Elizabeth Leefolt. Mae Mobley is cared for and looked after by one of the main maids and heroines of the movie Aibileen.&amp;nbsp;Known mostly as Aibileen’s “Baby Girl” Emma and Eleanor’s gorgeous performance will make you laugh ridicoulsly out loud and at times her sadness will just break your heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The costumes and set design were beautiful and I loved the touches of humour that was sprinkled into the movie which were finely placed as not to detract from the main message of racism and social injustice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The plot however did sometimes feel a bit random&amp;nbsp;and loose ends are left untied for example Skeeter’s connection to her social circle of friends. Skeeter is portrayed as being really close to Hilly and Elisabeth but we don’t see why and how, It’s obvious she doesn’t fit in with them at all(did she ever fit in with them or was it her time away that changed her?). And what was with the boyfriend? His role in the film made no sense at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;While I’d like to say that The Help was a story of empowerment it kinda felt more like a story about how the white lady and a little help from God saved a black community from the racist southern countryside. The storyline is a bit idealistic, but it’s a Hollywood movie after all and one cannot expect too much depth.&amp;nbsp;Overall, The Help is a well meaning story the captures a time of turbelence in America’s history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Written&amp;nbsp;originally&amp;nbsp;for &lt;a href="http://www.nzgirl.co.nz/influencer-reviews/entertainment/influencer-review-the-help-42/"&gt;NZ Girl.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8486558022371868904-3681305521359734163?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3681305521359734163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-beautiful-and-poignant-film-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3681305521359734163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3681305521359734163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-beautiful-and-poignant-film-that.html' title='The Help. A perfect feel good movie.'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LeNp9PUrkc/TptWLTlRbOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z7LLyaCDmB4/s72-c/Help_NZ1Sht_Whisper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-610540326756211556</id><published>2011-06-29T22:58:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:31:19.830+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ Couriers'/><title type='text'>Dear NZ Couriers, please sort your shit out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JdSMEKMEBY/TgsBNUnIUXI/AAAAAAAAANo/M4HksdT-MfQ/s1600/2610848c2d044550922d63837a65aff1_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JdSMEKMEBY/TgsBNUnIUXI/AAAAAAAAANo/M4HksdT-MfQ/s200/2610848c2d044550922d63837a65aff1_7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How hard is it deliver post? You deliver the package to the address specified on the package and that's about it. Apparently the drivers at &lt;a href="http://www.nzcouriers.co.nz/"&gt;NZ Couriers &lt;/a&gt;have decided otherwise. Instead of a delivery service&amp;nbsp; they now offer to safe keep your parcels for a limited time of 5 days.&amp;nbsp; Here's what's been happening. The last 5 packages that NZ Couriers have delivered have arrived at my house around 630am. Now that's fine, I really don't mind waking up that early to receive a package (it's like waking up early to open presents on xmas day, it's really exciting even if you probably know what's inside) the problem is that they don't even knock on my door. Instead, they are too lazy to walk up to my door and decide to leave a "while you were out" card in my letter box with a number to call to collect the package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I call up their 0800 number which doesn't even work on a cell phone. What's the point? The direct number they gave me told me it was after hours even though it was only 4pm and it's listed they're open till 5pm on their website. They have no Twitter or Facebook account. What is this company doing? Get with the program. It's not 1996 anymore where you can trample all over your customers and get away with it. You will never become "New Zealand's leading express courier" if something doesn't change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I finally got through they said "Our delivery people are caught in a difficult situation, people don't like being woken up that early so that's why we leave the card, but if we leave the card people get angry cause they have to pick it up" So.... WHY ARE YOU DELIVERING IT SO EARLY IF YOU KNOW PEOPLE GET ANGRY WHEN YOU KNOCK ON THEIR DOOR AT 630AM? But that point aside, people would much rather get a little angry from being woken up so early rather than getting really angry because they now have to find time to pick up the item. What's worst is when the item is located on the other side of town! In the end they finally resent my package. 2 weeks later, I'm waiting for a new package and the same little note appears in my letter box again....will this infuriating cycle ever end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8486558022371868904-610540326756211556?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/610540326756211556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-hate-nz-couriers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/610540326756211556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/610540326756211556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-hate-nz-couriers.html' title='Dear NZ Couriers, please sort your shit out.'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JdSMEKMEBY/TgsBNUnIUXI/AAAAAAAAANo/M4HksdT-MfQ/s72-c/2610848c2d044550922d63837a65aff1_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8092079370580590382</id><published>2011-05-27T11:23:00.011+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:15:35.473+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A closer look at Catfish and the reality of Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GJDRcTUpYE/Td7ggemF6NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4Xjvg5WWGug/s1600/networkscomputor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GJDRcTUpYE/Td7ggemF6NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4Xjvg5WWGug/s200/networkscomputor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Social Media has taken the world by storm with a staggering scope and intensity. Since Facebook launched in 2004 it now maintains more than 600 million users. Twitter boasts about 175 million users and LinkedIn has around 90 million. Gone are the days of anonymous user names and “handles”, our online profiles are now linked to our true identity. Our real life friends are being brought into the online space, and our inner thoughts are locked in daily status updates for all to see. But how real is this experience? Are our offline and online personalities merely converging or does social media provide a skewed perception of reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago during the World Cinema Showcase in Auckland, I was given a ticket to watch the movie Catfish (courtesy of Social Media New Zealand) as I am a distant relative of Pricilla Chan (Mark Zuckerberg girlfriend)[1] they thought I might find it relevant. Catfish is a 2010 documentary which follows the burgeoning and unexpected relationship between Nev Schulman, a New York based photographer and the mysterious and beautiful Megan. Megan is the older sister of Abby, an 8-year old prodigy in a rural Michigan town who sends Nev her paintings based on the photos he takes. Through Abby, Nev becomes friends with her mother, several other family members and friends and ultimately her sister Megan who Nev falls in love with. Their entire 8 month courtship is conducted remotely, through text messaging and “sexting”, phone calls, Facebook and Google Chat.  Although they have never met in real life, the two fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="261.75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1xp4M0IjzcQ" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting film; watching Catfish was like seeing fascinating dismantlement of social networking and the life that we live online. Much of the movie was seen looking over Nev’s shoulder focusing on screenshots fromwall messages posted on Facebook, instant messaging through Google Chat and listening to MP3 recordings. Images of the couple together are photoshoppedand distances between locations become much less remote when expressed through Google Maps. How can one not feel connected to a person on the other side of the screen and country when all this technology is freely available? However, connection is one thing, reality is other. For 24 year old Nev, he would soon find out that his 19 year old online lover, her family and friends were actually all the mastermind of one Angela Wesselman, an artist and housewife from Ishpeming, Michigan. Using pictures stolen from the internet and an incredible amount of multitasking, Angela created an intricate web of false personalities online. Mostly unsuspected, Nev only realized something was amiss when an MP3 song that Megan had supposedly composed seemed to sound exactly like a music video on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to say that Nev was a victim of an extreme internet scam but recent news proves that Nev’s story is becoming a regular occurrence. Just last month, a New Zealand woman was accused of using multiple identities to maintain relationships with several young boys[2]. But it doesn’t just take a false identity to misrepresent oneself online. Even Nev admitted that the version that he communicated to Megan was the absolute best portrayal of himself. A recent study from Stanford University shows that Facebook status updates are usually positive and self promoting and few people actually report their latest failure[3]. Negative emotions are often suppressed and don’t make it online. Virtual reality becomes skewed and we start to live in a bubble of happiness and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTudgpYl3dY/Td7hAWO0LaI/AAAAAAAAANA/ojq_dZt3dv8/s1600/facebook4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTudgpYl3dY/Td7hAWO0LaI/AAAAAAAAANA/ojq_dZt3dv8/s200/facebook4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Media is a great tool. It has allowed communities of far flung likeminded people to meet each other and for those isolated due to illness it has served as a lifeline to the outside world. Current affairs are captured down to the minute and people are able to communicate directly to celebrities, politicians, businesses and CEOs. But be cautious of what you hear and see online. It may not always be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[1] FYI – I bear no relation to Pricilla Chan. I won the ticket in a competition run by Social Media NZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[2] NZ Herald - Facebook predator unmasked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[3] Time Magazine - You're not alone misery has more company than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;References:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Berman, T. Deutsh, G. and Sher, L. Exclusive 'Catfish's' Angela Wasselman Speaks out - ABC 20/20 (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Catfish - Offical Website (Obtained 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fisher, D. Facebook predator unmasked  - NZ Herald (2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quinn, B. Social network users have twice as many friends online as in real life (2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Szalavitz, M. Misery Has More Company Than You Think, Especially on Facebook - Time Magazine (2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written originally for &lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/a-closer-look-at-catfish-and-the-reality/"&gt;JOLT Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1616a5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/8486558022371868904-8092079370580590382?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8092079370580590382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/05/social-media-has-taken-world-by-storm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8092079370580590382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8092079370580590382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/05/social-media-has-taken-world-by-storm.html' title='A closer look at Catfish and the reality of Social Media'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1GJDRcTUpYE/Td7ggemF6NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4Xjvg5WWGug/s72-c/networkscomputor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4321500485666095175</id><published>2011-05-18T20:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:40:18.229+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Booyah! You got owned Bill O'Reilly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="261.75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Im8WhG-8FGw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-4321500485666095175?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4321500485666095175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/05/booyah-you-got-owned-bill-oreilly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4321500485666095175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4321500485666095175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/05/booyah-you-got-owned-bill-oreilly.html' title='Booyah! You got owned Bill O&apos;Reilly.'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Im8WhG-8FGw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5159660122802109649</id><published>2011-05-05T21:39:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:43:16.609+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workplace Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Development'/><title type='text'>Finding the sun in all the crap - What’s the secret to a Happy Workplace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ-4fr7SEiI/TcJwStqTdrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h5SPSCAOf70/s1600/toilet123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ-4fr7SEiI/TcJwStqTdrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h5SPSCAOf70/s400/toilet123.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phil Nielson from Christchurch, New Zealand has one of the most  unpleasant jobs that you could think of. Since the devastation of the  earthquake on the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;February 2011 people have been left  homeless and without toilets. With nowhere to do their dirty business,  hundreds of portaloos have been placed around the city. Phil’s job is to  empty the portaloos every day. His office was also affected by the  quake and his computer system is not working, so he needs to travel  around the city using his memory to find which portaloos need emptying.  His job is hard enough as it is but he can’t always clean every portaloo  in time and sometimes they can get “a bit too much to handle”. When  this happens, people shout abuse and blame Phil. On his worst days, he  can come across a toilet where people have put their personal waste in a  plastic bag and shoved it down the toilet. It takes him up to an hour  to clear those blockages, and he has to do it by hand. For many of us  when we don’t feel like going to work, we’d still rather go to work than  work one day in Phil’s job. Fascinatingly, Phil wakes up each day and  enjoys the day ahead, sure there are moments where he wishes he was  doing something else but overall he is happy. So what is Phil’s secret?  How is it that someone who cleans toilets for a living is happy but for  many of us out there the thought of Monday arriving and having to spend  another week at work can be a nightmare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are the people who are fortunate enough to have found their  dream job, perfect work environment and the ideal pay. They love going  to work and couldn’t think of another way to spend their day. Then there  is the rest of the population whose work is a necessity that is  required to pay bills and support their family. If we’re happy in our  job then we’re extremely lucky but if not, well that’s just a fact of  life. This way of living is what Freud calls the “reality principle”,  where we work in order to survive. The decisions we make on a regular  basis are not focused on short term rewards rather we choose to forgo  instant happiness in favour of long term, gratifications. Work hard now,  retire happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The actual reality is that happiness is not the destination rather it  is part of the journey. It is an emotion that only you can control; a  mindset that you are responsible for. That is the secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know that after sleeping we spend the majority of our lifetime  at work? If that much time is dedicated to working, doesn’t it make  sense that we enjoy ourselves rather than dreading this time and  thinking of it as a chore? The great news is that everyone has the  potential to be happy. Happiness is a choice. No one can tell you how to  be happy but if you are actively looking for happiness I can guarantee  you that you will have more chances of finding happiness than if you are  not seeking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reasons that keep us from being happy are different for  everyone.&amp;nbsp; Many of us just dislike the work that we do. The role wasn’t  what we thought it would be, or this isn’t the industry we dreamt that  we would be working in. A recent research by Leadership Management  Australasia reveals “&lt;i&gt;More than 60 per cent of the workforce either  hate their jobs or couldn’t really care less about their work as long as  they get a pay cheque."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/finding-the-sun-in-all-the-crap-whats-the/#ftn1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 75%; vertical-align: 25%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Try to identify the reason behind your unhappiness at work. Do you  feel like you have a meaningless job or you have to deal with a crappy  manager every day or do you have difficult co-workers and they’re making  each day hell? It’s important to acknowledge that the perfect work  place doesn’t actually exist.&amp;nbsp; Some aspects will be boring and there  will also be annoying people you can’t run away from but if you look  hard enough you’ll be able to find sunshine in all the crap. Phil did.  How? He readjusted his lenses of perspective. Instead of dwelling on how  smelly and disgusting his job was he focused on how much he was helping  people&lt;i&gt;“When they've been full of rubbish bags and stuff like that,  those are the days when you want to give up. Then some little old lady  says thank you because she's not doing it on a paint bucket, and then  that makes up for it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/finding-the-sun-in-all-the-crap-whats-the/#ftn2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 75%; vertical-align: 25%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Phil Neilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perspective with purpose and meaning is an age old recipe for  happiness. &amp;nbsp;Have a think about your workplace. What drew you there in  the first place? Does your industry benefit society in some way? What  are the positive aspects about working there? Do you make someone else’s  job easier because you do your job efficiently? Is your current job a  stepping stone and you’re building your skill set so that you’ll have  the right experience to climb the ladder to your dream job? Remember, a  professional athlete has to train for hours each day for many years  before they get to compete in the Olympic Games. Your purpose defines  who you are and when your job fits into the larger picture, your work  stops being a necessity but rather a fulfilling way to spend your time.  By shifting your perspective and find meaning in your job you can create  a more positive work experience which in return will create a sense of  happiness at your workplace. Obtaining happiness isn’t necessarily about  eliminating all the negative aspect of your job; it’s about being happy  even though these things are happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a story about a widow who was forced to work in order to  support her two children after her husband passed away. She had no  qualifications or work experience and ended up with a job at the  checkout counter at her local supermarket. She hated that most of her  co-workers were half her age, and that her friends would see her working  in a role that she felt was beneath her. After a few months, the  regional manager came to visit and spoke of possible career paths  available within the supermarket. Recognizing the opportunity, the widow  decided then and there that she would work her way up to management.  Each day, she found new things to learn and do, and her job suddenly  became more exciting. She quickly realized her age was a positive thing,  and she was respected by her co-workers because of her maturity and  life experience. She was promoted within a few months and is still  happily working at the supermarket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do keep in mind happiness is like a shoe. One size or style doesn’t  fit everyone. Your purpose and meaning won’t be the same as the next  person. Similarly, happiness means different things to different people.  Happiness doesn’t always necessarily mean being bubbly and bouncy and  the life of the party all day long. You can be happy quietly sitting at  your desk and taking pride in your work or it could be the feeling of  happiness that you get when you generate ideas for that new work  project. Concentrate on the little things that make you happy, add a  sprinkle of perspective and purpose and you’ll soon find each workday is  more enjoyable than the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.References:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foster, Rick &amp;amp; Hicks, Greg. Happiness Leadership and Health: The Connection (2009) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiLp89DJ6SA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiLp89DJ6SA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hsieh, Tony. Delivering Happiness (2010) &lt;a href="http://fora.tv/2010/05/26/Zappos_CEO_Tony_Hsieh_Delivering_Happiness"&gt;http://fora.tv/2010/05/26/Zappos_CEO_Tony_Hsieh_Delivering_Happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kjerulf, Alexander. Happy Hour is 9 to 5 (2007) &lt;a href="http://positivesharing.com/happyhouris9to5/"&gt;http://positivesharing.com/happyhouris9to5/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Morton, Rachel. The Smelliest job in Christchurch (2011) &lt;a href="http://www.3news.co.nz/The-smelliest-job-in-Christchurch/tabid/423/articleID/201425/Default.aspx"&gt;http://www.3news.co.nz/The-smelliest-job-in-Christchurch/tabid/423/articleID/201425/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ihaka, James. More than half see work as a big yawn (2011) &lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/employment/news/article.cfm?c_id=11&amp;amp;objectid=10715569"&gt;http://www.nzherald.co.nz/employment/news/article.cfm?c_id=11&amp;amp;objectid=10715569&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;The pursuit of Happiness (obtained 2011) &lt;a href="http://www.pursuit-of-happiness.org/"&gt;http://www.pursuit-of-happiness.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="1" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8486558022371868904&amp;amp;postID=5159660122802109649" id="ftn1" name="ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; NZ Herald &lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/employment/news/article.cfm?c_id=11&amp;amp;objectid=10715569"&gt;http://www.nzherald.co.nz/employment/news/article.cfm?c_id=11&amp;amp;objectid=10715569&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8486558022371868904&amp;amp;postID=5159660122802109649" id="ftn2" name="ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; Phil Neilson &lt;a href="http://www.3news.co.nz/The-smelliest-job-in-Christchurch/tabid/423/articleID/201425/Default.aspx"&gt;http://www.3news.co.nz/The-smelliest-job-in-Christchurch/tabid/423/articleID/201425/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written originally for the &lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/super-foods-for-the-brain/"&gt;JOLT Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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/8486558022371868904-5159660122802109649?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5159660122802109649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-sun-in-all-crap-whats-secret-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5159660122802109649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5159660122802109649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-sun-in-all-crap-whats-secret-to.html' title='Finding the sun in all the crap - What’s the secret to a Happy Workplace?'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ-4fr7SEiI/TcJwStqTdrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/h5SPSCAOf70/s72-c/toilet123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2692045069341326721</id><published>2011-04-20T21:55:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:12:26.573+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Antioxidants Wellness'/><title type='text'>Chocolate - The Sweet Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqN62Ekkeh4/Ta6s8a_nYEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nFenyx0cZTg/s1600/CacaoChocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqN62Ekkeh4/Ta6s8a_nYEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nFenyx0cZTg/s200/CacaoChocolate.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a secret love affair with chocolate. When I told Steve that I  wanted to write about the positive effects of chocolate he asked me if I  was merely trying to justify my diet. Well, yes I am, but that’s not  the point. This mouthwatering treat is not only amazing for the soul but  even more so for the mind and body. The ancient Mayan’s believed that  that the cacao tree symbolized fertility, life, health and royalty. It  was believed to be the food of the gods and takes its place in many  religious rituals and wedding ceremonies. Those who consumed cacao would  have the strength and wisdom that they desired. And who can ignore the  stories told of chocolate and its power as an aphrodisiac. History’s  most famous lover Casanova is said to have drunk a cup of chocolate  before seducing his women. So, how much truth is there to these beliefs?  Is this delectable confectionery really healthy for us or are these  just myths created by marketing geniuses to seduce us into the world of  chocolate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The chocolate we know and love today actually comes from the cacao  bean which grows on the cacao tree. &amp;nbsp;The blissful feeling of pleasure  after each bite of chocolate can be attributed to the cacao bean and its  interaction with the brain. The cacao contains tryptophan, an amino  acid that is essential to the brain to produce serotonin. Serotonin is a  hormone that produces a “happy feeling” inside your body and helps to  keep your mood under control. When cacao is consumed serotonin is  produced and endorphins are released into our nervous system.&amp;nbsp;  Endorphins make you feel more relaxed and generate feelings of pleasure  and well being. So, if you find yourself feeling down or need a pick me  up, research has shown that chocolate is a medicine that can help to  sooth your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMB8lNE5AM4/Ta6tVuKszyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mrDDMc-vywo/s1600/cacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMB8lNE5AM4/Ta6tVuKszyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mrDDMc-vywo/s200/cacao.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But  wait there’s more!&amp;nbsp; Recent research has found that the cacao contains  high level of flavonoids; a type of antioxidant. In fact, the USDA  (United States Department of Agriculture) rated cacao as the highest  rated antioxidant food source above blueberries, apples and green tea.  Flavonoids help to lower blood pressure and increase the blood flow into  certain areas of the brain for around two to three hours. As a result,  you may see an increase in your performance and alertness during that  period. It’s also suggested that the flavonoids help the brain fight  fatigue, sleep deprivation, lower a person’s risk of having a heart  attack and have a positive effect on the cardiovascular system. There is  talk that in the future flavonoids could be used to treat diabetes,  diarrhea and dementia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saying healthy and chocolate in the same sentence is like music to my  ears. However, it is still not recommended to over indulge in chocolate  just because it’s proven to be healthy. &amp;nbsp;Chocolate products are often  filled with large proportions of fat and sugar content and consuming  large quantities does not do your waistline or cholesterol levels any  favours. Additionally, the processing of the cacao to create chocolate  and cocoa powder causes a loss of flavonoid content.&amp;nbsp; White chocolate as  delicious as it is contains no cacao solids and provides zero health  benefits. Drinking milk with chocolate or adding milk to the processing  (ie milk chocolate) also nullifies any positive effects that might have  been gained from the flavonoids. While the healthiest chocolate to eat  is the raw cacao and this can be found in powder form; dark chocolate  with a cocoa content of more than 70% is the next best thing. Chocolate  lovers, take pleasure that this passionate affair no longer needs to  remain a secret, just remember that moderation is the key to perfect  seduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;References&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Crozier, Stephen. &lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;is a “Super Fruit”: Rich Source of Antioxidants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://journal.chemistrycentral.com/content/5/1/5"&gt; http://journal.chemistrycentral.com/content/5/1/5&lt;/a&gt; (2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friedlander Jr, Blaine P. &lt;b&gt;Ahhhh! Better than red wine or green tea, cocoa froths with cancer-preventing compounds, Cornell food scientists say&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.news.cornell.edu/releases/Nov03/HotCocoa-Lee.bpf.html"&gt;http://www.news.cornell.edu/releases/Nov03/HotCocoa-Lee.bpf.html&lt;/a&gt; (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kirsti, A. Dyer. &lt;b&gt;Chocolate: Good for the Mind, Body &amp;amp; Spirit &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medicalwellnessassociation.com/articles/chocolate_benefits.htm"&gt;http://www.medicalwellnessassociation.com/articles/chocolate_benefits.htm&lt;/a&gt; (2006)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;National Institutes of Health. &lt;b&gt;Orac values&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.oracvalues.com/"&gt;http://www.oracvalues.com/&lt;/a&gt; (2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="small" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The New York Times. &lt;b&gt;Eat Chocolaate, Live Longer&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/10/magazine/10CHOCOLATE.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/10/magazine/10CHOCOLATE.html&lt;/a&gt; (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written originally for the &lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/super-foods-for-the-brain/"&gt;JOLT Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/8486558022371868904-2692045069341326721?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2692045069341326721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-sweet-seduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2692045069341326721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2692045069341326721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-sweet-seduction.html' title='Chocolate - The Sweet Seduction'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqN62Ekkeh4/Ta6s8a_nYEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nFenyx0cZTg/s72-c/CacaoChocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1725796860536169864</id><published>2011-04-14T16:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:24:03.259+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminally Glam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJRPQ4wOPEU/TaJ5RvYdtbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8SLre89myEQ/s200/espresso-0-150-0-225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594167032831391154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The act of drinking coffee has always been a bittersweet moment. My  day does not begin until that first taste of coffee reaches my lips.  It’s a ritual I look forward to every day, one that I enjoy immensely.   However, this act of pleasure is always tinged with a slight feeling of  guilt as I have been told many times that coffee is bad for my health  and I really need to cut it out from my diet. So, you can imagine my  surprise and very joyous excitement when I discovered scientific  evidence that drinking coffee (in moderation) can be positive for the  brain and can significantly benefit my health.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We know coffee isn’t perfect. Its most famous ingredient caffeine is  an addictive substance that mildly stimulates the central nervous system  which causes the release of adrenaline into our blood providing us with  an extra burst of energy.  Unfortunately, this is a temporary boost and  when the adrenaline wears out you can end up feeling fatigued, anxious  and irritated. To counter this, we often reach for another hit of  caffeine and thus the cycle begins. The closer caffeine is consumed to  bed time the more it interferes with our sleep patterns and we wake up  tired needing another cup of coffee. Caffeine also increases the amount  of dopamine in our brain. Dopamine makes us feel good by activating the  pleasure centers in your brain. Again, when the effect wears off you can  hit a low feeling and this can lead to a physical dependence on  caffeine as we grab another coffee to maintain that high.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ut0JGjvU2mg/TaJ4pVZUHkI/AAAAAAAAALw/kVYCSB8kk_o/s200/caffeine_rollacoster.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 101px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594166338660867650" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, the decision is made to give up coffee and while not  everyone experiences withdrawal symptoms those who do may encounter headaches, irritability, depression, and body aches (although these  symptoms normally only lasts a few days). Coffee is known to damage the  lining of the gastrointestinal organs causing gastric and ulcers and it  acts as a laxative depleting the water reserves in the body. It can also  affect our nervous system, heart rhythms and has been consistently  linked to heart burn and irregular heartbeats. Coffee has also been  associated with low birth weight, birth defects, miscarriages and  premature birth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drinking coffee seems to be the same as walking the path towards  impending doom. Where is that light at the end of the tunnel?  It comes  in the form of our favourite friend: the antioxidant. Not only can you  find strong polyphenol antioxidants which include flavonoids, and  chlorogenic acids in coffee but it also containts methylpyridinium: an  antioxidant that is formed during the roasting process and is found  almost exclusively only in coffee. These antioxidants don’t seem to be  related to caffeine as decaf provides similar amounts of antioxidants as  regular coffee.  Recent studies have indicated that drinking coffee  regularly (around 4 cups) is beneficial in reducing the risk for  diseases such as Alzheimers, Parkinson’s and type two diabetes&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftn1" _mce_href="#_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;,&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftn2" _mce_href="#_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;.  Coffee is also strongly linked to lowering cancer rates specifically  colon, liver, skin, neck, head, brain, oral cancer as well as providing  protection against gallstone formation and reduces asthma attacks&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftn3" _mce_href="#_ftn3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;,&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftn4" _mce_href="#_ftn4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt;. And here’s one for the guys, new findings have found that drinking coffee helps the sperm swim faster boosting male fertility&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftn5" _mce_href="#_ftn5"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The choice to drink coffee is up to the individual as everyone reacts  to coffee in a different way. Some people experience greater mental  clarity, alertness and productivity, while other people become jittery,  anxious or depressed. While coffee will keep most of us awake if taken  at night, it doesn’t necessarily have the same effect in everyone. It’s  recommended that pregnant women and heart patients avoid or limit their  coffee intake but for everyone else who loves their coffee you will take  pleasure in knowing that generally coffee when taken in moderation is  good for you. Do keep in mind that not all coffees are created equal and  your large hazelnut mochaccino with whipped cream and extra chocolate  powder and marshmallows does not have the same benefits as a cup of  freshly ground organic espresso coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Footnotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftnref1" _mce_href="#_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Johnson-Kozlow M. &lt;strong&gt;Coffee Consumption and Cognitive Function among older adults &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aje.oxfordjournals.org/content/156/9/842.full" _mce_href="http://aje.oxfordjournals.org/content/156/9/842.full"&gt;http://aje.oxfordjournals.org/content/156/9/842.full&lt;/a&gt; (2011),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftnref2" _mce_href="#_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; Edelson, E. &lt;strong&gt;Moderate Coffee, Tea Drinking Lowers Heart Disease Risk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bmc.cardiologydomain.com/handler.cfm?event=newsfeed,newsarticle&amp;amp;article_id=640186" _mce_href="http://bmc.cardiologydomain.com/handler.cfm?event=newsfeed,newsarticle&amp;amp;article_id=640186"&gt;http://bmc.cardiologydomain.com/handler.cfm?event=newsfeed,newsarticle&amp;amp;article_id=640186&lt;/a&gt; (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftnref3" _mce_href="#_ftnref3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; Science Daily (reprinted fro materials provided by Federation of American Societies for Experimental Biology) &lt;strong&gt;Moderate coffee drinking reduces many risks, panel says &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/04/070430125523.htm" _mce_href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/04/070430125523.htm"&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/04/070430125523.htm&lt;/a&gt; (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftnref4" _mce_href="#_ftnref4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; Osterweil N. &lt;strong&gt;Coffee and your health &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/coffee-new-health-food" _mce_href="http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/coffee-new-health-food"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/coffee-new-health-food&lt;/a&gt; (2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/#_ftnref5" _mce_href="#_ftnref5"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; Dr Pasqualotto, Fabio F. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does caffeine intake impair semen quality and hormonal levels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fertile population. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ukcia.org/research/MarijuanaImpactsSpermFunction.pdf" _mce_href="http://www.ukcia.org/research/MarijuanaImpactsSpermFunction.pdf"&gt;http://www.ukcia.org/research/MarijuanaImpactsSpermFunction.pdf&lt;/a&gt; (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(22, 22, 165); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written originally for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/coffee-devils-drink-or-natures-nectar/"&gt;JOLT Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8486558022371868904-4468405420675540929?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4468405420675540929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/coffee-devils-drink-or-natures-nectar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4468405420675540929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4468405420675540929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/coffee-devils-drink-or-natures-nectar.html' title='Coffee - Devils drink or nature’s nectar?'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJRPQ4wOPEU/TaJ5RvYdtbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8SLre89myEQ/s72-c/espresso-0-150-0-225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-747030395813204147</id><published>2011-04-05T16:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:11:35.908+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Super foods for the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Food is such a big part of our daily life so it makes sense to take a  closer look at which foods can help stimulate and provide optimum  health for the brain (and body). Here's a list of 5 super foods I  recommend for your shopping list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Chia Seed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgwskSo2gqw/TZzegV8ZJhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MM5LOaxAdqw/s200/chia-seeds.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592589484514944530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chia  seeds are tiny grayish-brown seeds which have more antioxidants than  blueberries and are an excellent source of Omega 3 fatty acids.  This  wonder seed protects brain cells from damage and is linked to  alleviating depression, Attention Deficit Disorder, Dementia and  Alzheimer’s disease. It is high in energy, rich in fiber and low in fat  making you feel fuller for longer as it burns energy slowly and evenly.  Jam packed with goodness; Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Zinc, Phosphorus and  Potassium are just a few of the vitamins and minerals found in a single  seed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can get Chia Seeds from some bulk food  or most health food stores. They have virtually no flavor and can beadded to almost every meal. I like it best mixed into our smoothies,  sprinkled onto salads and/or cereal, and added into yummy baked goods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Blueberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhxo3K9Hq7I/TZzebgY_sbI/AAAAAAAAALI/b4RggA2pH24/s200/blueberries.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592589401419919794" /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A  classic super food, blueberries are best known for their super high  antioxidant levels. This low-glycemic is a true brain berry; research  from the USDA (United States Department of Agriculture) and Tufts  University found that blueberries help to improve short-term memory  loss, protect thebrain from oxidative stress and can even slow down the  effects of age-related conditions such as Alzheimer’s’ disease or  dementia. Additionally, blueberries are high in vitamin C and can help  to protect against Colon and Ovarian Cancer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bursting with flavor and low in calories I like eating my blueberries el naturale, baked in a  blueberry pie or mixed into our smoothies and fresh fruit juices. Try to  get organic if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wild Salmon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SR7KYu6ekQM/TZzd5QinM8I/AAAAAAAAALA/OWWVgZ0Kmlw/s200/wild_salmon_filets1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592588813049738178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salmon  is most commonly known for being one of the best sources of omega 3  fatty acids (a family of essential fatty acids that protect the  cardiovascular system, regulate circulatory functions, enhance the  immune system and promote brain development) and vitamin D. The DHA  (docosahexaenoic acid) in fish oil is necessary for the brain to  maintain and rebuild cells, which helps memory and attention span making  everyday tasks that much easier and efficient. Numerous studies have  shown that eating Salmon regularly helps to reduce the risk of  developing Dementia and Alzheimer’s. Salmon also contains iodine, an  essential body mineral which is known to improve mental clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I highly recommend wild  salmon over farmed salmon. It may cost a little bit extra but you and  your brain are worth it. Wild Salmon contains more omega 3 fats are a  lot less fattier than their famer counterparts. Here at JOLT we love raw  salmon like sashimi (it's essential to ensure that the salmon is  fresh), smoked salmon pie and barbequed salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Walnuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fs_vxMe9sNk/TZzbeLrgVrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g_e38wb7tIs/s200/walnut%2Bbrain.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592586148865136306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All  nuts help to enhance your brain in their own way, but walnuts with  their striking resemblance to the brain is our favorite nutty superfood.  Chock filled with protein, Vitamins E, B6 and omega 3 and 6 fatty  acids; walnuts are an excellence source of &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nourishment for your nervous  system and help to improve the brain’s power and memory. Walnuts provide  a good source of antioxidants and are a useful alternative to fish as a  source of omega 3 fat They also help to reduce the risk of &lt;a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/11/071106122843.htm" _mce_href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/11/071106122843.htm"&gt;memory loss, dementia and Alzhemiers Disease.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eating a few walnuts a day  can help stimulate the brain and give you a little pick me up in the  afternoon if you need it. Walnuts are great on salads, in banana cakes  and in cookies. However, do remember that Walnuts do contain quite bit  of calories and should not be consumed in great amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Turmeric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6tvgbu_rAA/TZzcZzxypoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e9U6xcx7xwU/s200/turmeric_powder.gif" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592587173241202306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More commonly known as an essential cooking ingredient, this Asian  wonder spice is also an antioxidant and a powerful anti-inflammatory.   In some countries, Tumeric has been used to treat everything from liver  disorders, bronchitis, diabetes, runny noses to a disinfectant to cure  cuts and scrapes and used for skin treatment. Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson  (India) even use turmeric in their Band Aids. The key antioxidant in  turmeric is Curcumin (not cumin) which helps to connect the neural  pathways that cause memory loss; &lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15590663?dopt=Abstract" _mce_href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15590663?dopt=Abstract"&gt;research&lt;/a&gt; shows turmeric to be a preventative/curative towards dementia and Alzheimer’s . &lt;a href="http://www.goodhealth.nu/News_Articles/050111-curcumin-anti-cancer-US.htm" _mce_href="http://www.goodhealth.nu/News_Articles/050111-curcumin-anti-cancer-US.htm"&gt;Research&lt;/a&gt;  also strongly supports that Curcumin can kill cancer cells in its  earlier stage and enhance the body’s immunity to fight cancer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Investing in a curry book  is a great way to bring turmeric into your every day cooking. It is also  great when added to meat marinades and/or vegetable casseroles and  stews. Be sure to taste as you go as adding too much tumeric will result  in a slightly bitter taste to your food. If you prefer, you can also  get turmeric in a supplement form from your local pharmacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written originally for the &lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/blog/super-foods-for-the-brain/"&gt;JOLT Challenge Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-747030395813204147?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/747030395813204147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/super-foods-for-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/747030395813204147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/747030395813204147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/super-foods-for-brain.html' title='Super foods for the brain'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgwskSo2gqw/TZzegV8ZJhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MM5LOaxAdqw/s72-c/chia-seeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2197416633553283468</id><published>2011-04-04T21:18:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:58:54.940+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHD'/><title type='text'>Dearest GHD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought my life was complete and then I met you. After two years  of stalking and obsessing over your every detail, you finally  decided it was time to become part of my life. After that everything  changed.   How did I ever live without you? If I was a cat you would hear my purr of sheer delight which would send shivers up your spine. This message is posted with the utmost love for my new and dearest friend. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-in38UjKRJQM/TabR9ffQI4I/AAAAAAAAAME/gVAbAeYAjFM/s1600/GHD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-in38UjKRJQM/TabR9ffQI4I/AAAAAAAAAME/gVAbAeYAjFM/s400/GHD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595390441409225602" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghdhair.com/au/"&gt;GHD &lt;/a&gt;- A girls best friend&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/8486558022371868904-2197416633553283468?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2197416633553283468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2197416633553283468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2197416633553283468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghd.html' title='Dearest GHD'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-in38UjKRJQM/TabR9ffQI4I/AAAAAAAAAME/gVAbAeYAjFM/s72-c/GHD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4689407375072224499</id><published>2011-03-27T22:57:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:48:33.746+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist Ranting in 2011</title><content type='html'>Is racism more prevalent in 2011 than it was 50 years ago? Or has the  world always been this way? Due to new technology like the internet and  video cameras; the acts of racism is exposed to more  people. Now, it feels as if it is happening more and more as this behavior  is no longer secretive, hidden from the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was an interesting weekend for me. Following my review of the movie &lt;a href="http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-about-you-but-my-wedding.html"&gt;"My Wedding &amp;amp; Other Secrets"&lt;/a&gt;  I was personally attacked and verbally abused by an anonymous person  who I have never met before. He goes by the name "Hongxing Cheng" on my  Facebook and by the name "Wayne" on my blog. In less than 2 hours he  posted over 30 comments on my Facebook profile page even after I  requested that he stop spamming my wall. I know I should really have  blocked him after his 2nd comment but I was interested to see what  extent he would take his racist renegade rant. I never imagined it would  get to the degree that it did. As each post become more  personal, they also become more graphical and obscene. I have been called more disgusting names in the last two days than ever in my entire lifetime. To  say I was offended is an understatement, but more than that, I am  concerned that there are people out here who feel it is okay to rant  and rave and personally attack somebody that they have never met, that  it is okay to make such strong and racist judgments on a race or person  or gender and that it is okay to use such inappropriate and disgusting  language in a public forum. We are all entitled to our own opinion, but  surely there is a common code of respect in which a perspective is put  forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After further investigation, I wonder if Hongxing Chen  behaved the way he did because he was doing so anonymously. He is a  coward because there is no way to track his true identity. His facebook  profile appears to be new as he has no friends listed and the comments  that he made on my page is the only activity on his wall. He has no photos nor does  he show a profile photo of himself. Would Hongxing Chen have conducted  himself in the same manner on a video camera where his identity would be  exposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UCLA student Alexandra Wallace was ostracized from her  university and from society when she posted her &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lg3tIERI-D4&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;online rant about her  frustration in regards to Asian students at UCLA onto Youtube.&lt;/a&gt; In  comparison to the comments that have been flying from Hongxing Chen,  Alexandra Wallance's rant now appears rather tame. I wonder, had her  comments been posted as a status update on her Facebook wall would she  have invoked the same reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since deleted Hongxing  Chen's comments on my Facebook wall. You can still read most of it on  the post below. There was a lot more, but I didn't save his last few  comments before I blocked him. I was too disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8486558022371868904-4689407375072224499?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4689407375072224499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-racism-more-prevalent-in-2011-than.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4689407375072224499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4689407375072224499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-racism-more-prevalent-in-2011-than.html' title='Racist Ranting in 2011'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1126734308337143490</id><published>2011-03-27T22:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:51:25.220+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal encounter with a racist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BWlcpxnHy0/TY8HxZRijXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xO1Aq9hHDY8/s1600/Picture%2B10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BWlcpxnHy0/TY8HxZRijXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xO1Aq9hHDY8/s400/Picture%2B10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588694207769513330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KBzZb-b0Pg/TY8HsJEgu3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/jB3pchtutTk/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KBzZb-b0Pg/TY8HsJEgu3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/jB3pchtutTk/s400/Picture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588694117520554866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkuzVwommvw/TY8HkGy4N9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/E6MaHsejcZo/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTBVxdIPL1I/TY8G4QMCBBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/g2mlwfhoiKo/s400/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588693226077946898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FapNZM3TyQk/TY8Gx5S-q2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UlxUa_rpNGM/s1600/Picture%2B9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FapNZM3TyQk/TY8Gx5S-q2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UlxUa_rpNGM/s400/Picture%2B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588693116853857122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-1126734308337143490?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1126734308337143490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-personal-encounter-with-racist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1126734308337143490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1126734308337143490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-personal-encounter-with-racist.html' title='My personal encounter with a racist.'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BWlcpxnHy0/TY8HxZRijXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xO1Aq9hHDY8/s72-c/Picture%2B10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-7408795721220951328</id><published>2011-03-24T20:42:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:25:54.877+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know about you, but all those memories of driving home at 3am came flooding back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXULrx2TA6k/TYsNilg62BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IvCqbSCCKVI/s1600/BiaN.BannerImage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXULrx2TA6k/TYsNilg62BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IvCqbSCCKVI/s400/BiaN.BannerImage.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587574650520131602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to admit that when I s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;at down in the movie theater tonight to watch "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdn6LJWw_AQ"&gt;My Wedding &amp;amp; Other Secrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" I was preparing myself to be disappointed. The trailer that was released late last year portrayed the movie to a be tragic soppy romcom that would trivialized and destroy a raw and poignant documentary. When I watched the original documentary "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.banana-film.com/"&gt;Banana in a Nutshell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;", I fell in love. The cultural battle that Roseanne Liang was fighting felt so similar to my own. She expressed emotions and stories that gave me comfort that I wasn't alone in my journey and for the first time it felt as if somebody had given us New Zealand Chinese a voice. When I heard the news that it was going to be made into a feature film, I was extremely excite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;d and couldn't wait for its arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9coxR8igh8/TYsQiWPCyoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SRajFZiW6vA/s1600/My%2BWedding%2BAnd%2BOther%2BSecrets%2BMichelle%2BAng%2BMatt%2BWhelan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9coxR8igh8/TYsQiWPCyoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SRajFZiW6vA/s320/My%2BWedding%2BAnd%2BOther%2BSecrets%2BMichelle%2BAng%2BMatt%2BWhelan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587577944953506434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The trailer broke my heart. To put it bluntly. It was terrible. It looked cheap and if this was the best bits from the movie watching it would be a waste of time. I felt cheated by South Pacific Pictures for destroying Roseanne's documentary. I would watch it at some point but it was going to be on DVD. However, luck would have it that I was gifted free tickets by the wonderful people  at Air New Zealand - &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://twitter.com/FlyAirNZ"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url username" rel="nofollow"&gt;FlyAirNZ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told myself to go in with an open mind. Take it for what it is. A fun and silly love story where East meets West. What was delivered however was something completely different and unexpected. Roseanne and South Pacific Pictures managed to maintain the rawness and depth that was so central to her documentary. While the storyline starts off remarkably cheesy and it does continue to have it's corny moments throughout the film; there is a beautifully sad undertone that lifts the film to a remarkable level of quality that is missing in its trailer. So powerful was the performance by Michelle Ang near the end of the movie (you'll know the scene when you see it) that I found myself choking back tears. I was equally impressed with Matt Whelan who's perfectly portrayed James and the frustrating role that he as a Gwei lo must play/accept when dealing with Chinese parents. Special mention must also go to Simon London who's suave  and snobby character Eric  was strangely comforting in a movie overrun with geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wedding &amp;amp; Other Secrets feels like an extension to Banana in a Nutshell. This version carries additional messages, and you can feel that Roseanne is trying quite hard to defend herself against comments that she manipulated and exploited her parents and loved ones for her own success. Perhaps she did, or maybe she didn't. We'll never truly know but this movie shows that she has learned from her mistakes and all she wants to do now is share her love with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Pai Roseanne! Or more appropriately 干得好 (gàn de hǎo)!&lt;span style="" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8486558022371868904-7408795721220951328?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7408795721220951328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-about-you-but-my-wedding.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7408795721220951328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7408795721220951328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-about-you-but-my-wedding.html' title='I don&apos;t know about you, but all those memories of driving home at 3am came flooding back'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXULrx2TA6k/TYsNilg62BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IvCqbSCCKVI/s72-c/BiaN.BannerImage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5912929053829630954</id><published>2011-03-23T13:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:43:33.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding Change - Is it all in the mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm writing for another blog for&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/"&gt; work&lt;/a&gt; as well. My first article is up. I delve into the depths of our mind try to find the connection between the brain and a person's natural resistance to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLKP-BYyLUo/TYvkugZQHOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8_f5Ym9wD5A/s320/2011_march_brain.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 201px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587811250304195810" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Change is often associated with a great deal of difficulty.  Organisations and managers tend to face inherent resistance from their  employees with remarks like “That’s not the way we do things around  here” or “It’s just not going to work” and my personal favourite “I just  don’t want to”.  Resistance to change can also t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ake place on a day to  day basis from the time you flat out refused to talk in public, dance at  that wedding or when you found yourself hating the new Facebook layout.  Why do so many of us avoid change? Could it be that it’s all in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;our  mind? That we are actually biologically w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ired to react negatively to  change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This  is an excerpt. You can read the rest of the artic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;le here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joltchallenge.com/avoiding-change-is-all-in-the-mind/"&gt;Avoiding Change - Is it all in the mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8486558022371868904-5912929053829630954?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5912929053829630954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/avoiding-change-is-it-all-in-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5912929053829630954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5912929053829630954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/avoiding-change-is-it-all-in-mind.html' title='Avoiding Change - Is it all in the mind?'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLKP-BYyLUo/TYvkugZQHOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8_f5Ym9wD5A/s72-c/2011_march_brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2095118437074578076</id><published>2011-03-22T18:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:38:54.377+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aag3gxjvmk/TYsWIBRws9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hu8pagkppvk/s1600/foryingsml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aag3gxjvmk/TYsWIBRws9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hu8pagkppvk/s320/foryingsml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587584089720927186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking about it for awhile now, and with all  the narcissism floating around online, I've been getting a tad jealous. I think  that it might finally be time. I'm cracking. Fingers itching to write  and 140 characters ain't cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; So, after a 4.5 year hiatus ... whew has it really been that long? Time really does fly. I just checked - I joined Facebook in 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ta da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pink Crush is back online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am quite aware that this page currently looks a bit like Candy Cane on Crack and half my photos are missing. Blogger's changed a wee bit while I've been gone and as soon as I work out how, all things will start looking super pretty.  &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/8486558022371868904-2095118437074578076?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2095118437074578076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/diving-head-first-into-pink-waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2095118437074578076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2095118437074578076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2011/03/diving-head-first-into-pink-waves.html' title='Back on the road again'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aag3gxjvmk/TYsWIBRws9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hu8pagkppvk/s72-c/foryingsml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-3513132983570049709</id><published>2006-10-05T16:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:59:15.195+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/collage7-2006.10.04-20.21.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/400/collage7-2006.10.04-20.21.19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It is finally the end of my education years. I never really got along with the secondary and tertiary institutions. I wasn't the best student, talked in class, talked back to the teachers and skipped classes when I could. Well, I didn't have much respect for the system. I thought that the teachers were all high school drop outs who couldn't get into University thus they took the only career that would take them. And these were the people that we were trusting our children's future to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It angered me that models and actors the very reason why our society was one centered on shallowness and superfical needs were being paid thousands if not millions more than the people who were the heart and soul (after our beloved parents) in developing our childrens minds and future. I couldn't understand why similar to doctors and lawyers there wasn't an entrance bursary (or NCEA) mark to get into the course, and why our teachers weren't getting paid the salary they deserved? Thus I developed the notion that my sole purpose in life was to develop the education system to acknowledge the key role that teachers played in our society as well as to include all forms of learning not just reading and writing. By this stage I had figured out that I was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinesthetic_learning"&gt;kinesthetic learner&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and felt I was being treated unfairly by the education system as their only record to how well I could perform academically was graded based on my ability to bullshit in a grammatically superior way in both my assignments and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I became an opportunist and sought other ways to learn and prove myself. In high school, I joined everything I possibly could, this continued through to University. To me, grades didn't matter if I could prove that I had developed the skill and knowledge in other environments, the skill and knowledge that would allow me to succeed in the real world. Grades didn't matter because no matter how hard I tried I never did get that A. Even in my best papers. So I challenged my lecturers to grade me in a real life situation, unfortunately this wasn't the case the educational institution is not built to be like that. Go to AUT, or another technology University, it's more hands on. It was never really an option which University I would go, the "premier" University was what my parents said. The one that would be acknowledged all over the world is the only one you're going to. A technological University? - not even an option to be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, in my final semester of University one paper turned up where I finally got to be graded in a real life situation, where I would be the co-director of a marketing agency and we would run a tutorial group of 27 students to complete a marketing brief by an external company. This perhaps was the only time I have really enjoyed a University paper, my marks at the end held some discrepancies. An A for the tutorial part, and not so high for my exam result but I was finally happy. For once in my educational history I held a balanced and fair grade where I had been marked in all areas of learning. Funny enough that assignment was disbanded the next semester, it had been the first and last time that type of assignment had been put in place. The lecturer had fought for it but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only on the last day of University that I finally understood. Someone turned to me and said &lt;em&gt;"This University exists to prepare students to be academics not as a platform to work in the real life"&lt;/em&gt; At that very moment things finally clicked. I really wish that they had told me that on the first day. I had gone to University because that piece of paper was so important because whether I liked it or not employers looked to see if you were a University graduate. Maybe not in your later years but especially at the beginning. Yet that "piece of paper" was only an indication as to how well you would perform as an academic it says nothing about how well you could perform in the real world. Surely the HR managers have sat in the University lectures before and seen the lack of learning or preparation a student gains. Models, graphs, formulas and history lessons are irrelevant unless a student knows how to be flexible and adaptable to real world situations. Where are the life skills that are so important for a student to succeed - the ability to communicate, to connect, to negotiate. So it finally made sense. The University was never meant to provide this, that's why the clubs and societies exists. That's why companies now look for a well rounded student, they've finally started to see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if you don't already know, the harsh reality is that students only exist as a means for academics to pay their research. That's why half of them are so bad at lecturing, they didn't even get taught how to. At least the High school teachers went to Teachers College, they were just young and inexperienced. The University lecturers only do it because they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm glad it's all over. That piece of paper now is irrelevant as the corporate workforce isn't for me either. I prefer to be my own boss and to judge people based of their personality, skills and capabilities rather than whether or not they are any good at writing what they think I want to hear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-3513132983570049709?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3513132983570049709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3513132983570049709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3513132983570049709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2672438759726871595</id><published>2006-10-04T15:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:50:54.863+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Che Guevara: Icon for Socialism or Vehicle for Capitalism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2l1JiBB4fE/TYctZ-HnJRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D7o6ZqLfDUc/s1600/CheHigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2l1JiBB4fE/TYctZ-HnJRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D7o6ZqLfDUc/s200/CheHigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586483786971292946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The New Republic magazine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://caracaschronicles.blogspot.com/2005/07/killing-machine.html"&gt;examines the irony of the Che phenomena where he has become a quiessential capitalist brand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, the exact system that he tried to destroy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This was posted last year on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nomadlife.org/"&gt;nomadlife.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I had read it with great interest but couldnt find the article again until recently. I wanted to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Perhaps it will help in providing understanding and clarity to those who adorn themselves with Che badges and t-shirts without any inkling of knowledge as to why he exists as a charismatic symbol in their life.&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/8486558022371868904-2672438759726871595?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2672438759726871595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/10/che-guevara-icon-for-socialism-or.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2672438759726871595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2672438759726871595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/10/che-guevara-icon-for-socialism-or.html' title='Che Guevara: Icon for Socialism or Vehicle for Capitalism?'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2l1JiBB4fE/TYctZ-HnJRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D7o6ZqLfDUc/s72-c/CheHigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5378550571144574019</id><published>2006-10-02T15:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.075+13:00</updated><title type='text'>West Represent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last week during the Future Leaders Final Fling Party (our graduation shindig) I was up at the bar before dinner and ordered a bourbon and coke. Julian turns to me and says &lt;em&gt;"Well, you can take the girl out of the west but you can't take the west out of the girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Malaysia, Bred in West Auckland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True and Proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesturday was primo. Played poker at the pub tournament down at Paddingtons (Came 3rd by the way) and Avondale crew turn up. In the evening I went to the Miss India NZ pagent and there was a bollywood group performing from Avondale College. Represent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica and Cortinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/bpa1_jpg-775153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(MK II)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember a few years ago when the interns and the EB (2003 and 2004) went to a BOA dinner with Steve Bridges. Somehow West Auckland came up as the Bridges used to live there and Diana (from Columbia) goes "Whats the deal with West Auckland?" This sparked a conversation that lasted over an hour and ended up with Jon Bridges (yes the actor) running downstairs to print off several images of my beloved Cortinas to show the interns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Metallica - Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Still confused?&lt;br /&gt;Check out the best New Zealand television show ever made - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/category/story.cfm?c_id=100&amp;amp;objectid=10398852"&gt;Outrageous Fortune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;: Channel 3 Tuesday evenings 9:30pm. Full of bubbling sterotypes. Love them or hate them, it's up to you.&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/8486558022371868904-5378550571144574019?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5378550571144574019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/10/west-represent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5378550571144574019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5378550571144574019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/10/west-represent.html' title='West Represent.'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-7812291153972714557</id><published>2006-09-30T17:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.102+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear New Zealand: Get Thinking. Get Writing. Get Heard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business.auckland.ac.nz/Excelerator/17571.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Future Leaders Programme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; the participants were grouped together through their passions and were required to create a project that would have an audacious impact. I joined the International Relations and Cultural Diversity group and together we formed Speak Up. Our project - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DearNZ-712529.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DearNZ-709372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is your opportunity to have your thoughts and passions, concerns and convictions published in a book titled ‘Dear New Zealand’. Write a letter on either cultural identity/diversity, environmental sustainability, international relations or social justice. Our country needs to hear your voice on these urgent and crucial issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass on this opportunity to your friends, family and networks, anyone between the ages of 15-30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submissions close on the 30th November 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dearnewzealand.org"&gt;www.dearnewzealand.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@dearnewzealand.org"&gt;info@dearnewzealand.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We must become the change we wish to see in this world"&lt;br /&gt;- Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&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/8486558022371868904-7812291153972714557?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7812291153972714557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-new-zealand-get-thinking-get.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7812291153972714557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7812291153972714557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-new-zealand-get-thinking-get.html' title='Dear New Zealand: Get Thinking. Get Writing. Get Heard.'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6243179951907894090</id><published>2006-09-29T22:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.133+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Share the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just beautiful, absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-6243179951907894090?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6243179951907894090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/09/share-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6243179951907894090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6243179951907894090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/09/share-love.html' title='Share the love'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-3942231147623265464</id><published>2006-07-26T23:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.165+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of current affairs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ballad of Dumb George&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;George W. Bush is a good man, word has it. He's plain-spoken, they say. A regular fella. A good guy to have a beer with, except he supposedly doesn't drink anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, more than anything, that he were drinking. I wish he were drinking all the time. I wish, oh how I wish, that he were stand-up-fall-down-ralphing-down-his-shirt loaded every minute of every day. It would be a comfort, simply because it would explain a great many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0607/S00327.htm"&gt;http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0607/S00327.htm&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William Rivers Pitt - Friday 21 July 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-3942231147623265464?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3942231147623265464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/07/bit-of-current-affairs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3942231147623265464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3942231147623265464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/07/bit-of-current-affairs.html' title='A bit of current affairs...'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-9213267129909856810</id><published>2006-07-07T22:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.223+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Auf gehts Deutschland! Schiesst ein Tor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/Logo-2006.07.07-02.57.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/400/Logo-2006.07.07-02.57.45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the incredible hype surrounding the World Cup, I finally understand the madness that surrounds live sports. Last week I even moaned that I really wanted Sky just so I could watch sport! Anyway so everytime we go and watch a match, I keep getting asked why I'm madly screaming for Germany to win. Besides the Germans that I know, I seem to be the only one crazy for Germany to end up at the top.&lt;em&gt; So why do I love Germany so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First reason - Oliver Kahn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm well aware that he's not playing at this World Cup due to favouritism by Jürgen Klinsmann because Jens Lehmann was a 'tick' better, and I'm not happy about it. Oliver Kahn will always remain the finest goal keeper in the world. His legacy in the 2002 World Cup in Korea where he only conceded 3 goals in the entire tournament lead him to be the first goal keeper to ever win the adidas Golden Ball. I just love him! And any comments about Oliver Kahn being too old and ready for retirement, please note: Oliver Kahn is only 5 months older then Jens Lehmann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second reason - Fast, efficient and ruthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Germany holds it's beauty in its amazing pace, power, and preparation. They command respect in a straightforward and blunt manner greatly displayed through their will of steel. They play like a team - fast, efficient, ruthless, beautiful and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third reason - Germany will never walk alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German Football team is more than just a sport team. To Germany, this is their romanatic fairytale. It has captured the hearts and minds of Germans, transforming the country into a different place, into some enchanted, summer fairytale version of itself, a spellbound, happy land united under a black, red and gold banner. There hasn't been a bigger party in Germany since November 9, 1989, the day the Berlin Wall came down. Back then the Germans were celebrating with themselves. Now they are celebrating with themselves and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have lost their chance to win the World Cup (only just), but they have won something much more deeper and meaningful. A country finally united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It wasn't quite enough for the Final, but this team has won a place in German hearts. The nation can be proud of its players."&lt;/em&gt; - German Federal President Horst Kohler &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/8486558022371868904-9213267129909856810?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/9213267129909856810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/07/auf-gehts-deutschland-schiesst-ein-tor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/9213267129909856810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/9213267129909856810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/07/auf-gehts-deutschland-schiesst-ein-tor.html' title='Auf gehts Deutschland! Schiesst ein Tor!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1318285218053309478</id><published>2006-06-21T10:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.248+13:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish living in Paris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Paris&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.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.The art, the fashion, the wine, the men! Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Irish!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/irish.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Spirited and boisterous! You drink everyone under the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/8486558022371868904-1318285218053309478?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1318285218053309478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/irish-living-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1318285218053309478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1318285218053309478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/irish-living-in-paris.html' title='An Irish living in Paris...'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4321209749482171237</id><published>2006-06-20T10:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.276+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of dodgy market interviewers - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesturday the marketing guy came back to pick up the survey. Here's the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here you go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh you're done."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yup"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can I have you phone number?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Huh? What do you need it for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"*Mumble* Can I have your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;phone number please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give him my home number&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Can I have your cellphone number please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry, I don't know my cellphone number" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can you not know your cellphone number?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I lost my cellphone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh you lost your cellphone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uh...YES! I lost my cellphone, I don't have a cellphone number"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh okay, do you want my phone number? You can call me when you graduate and we can eat cake"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At that point I just stared at him blankly and gently close the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the last time I'm nice to market interviewers. Now I know why people don't like doing door to door surveys. Sorry marketers, but you're going to have to come up with a new way to get market research.&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/8486558022371868904-4321209749482171237?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4321209749482171237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/beware-of-dodgy-market-interviewers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4321209749482171237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4321209749482171237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/beware-of-dodgy-market-interviewers.html' title='Beware of dodgy market interviewers - Part 2'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-437257969119729789</id><published>2006-06-18T21:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.314+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of dodgy market interviewers - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this evening, I came back home from grocery shopping, ready to make dinner and I drive into my driveway to see some guy loitering outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can I help you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Turns out he's doing a survey analysing the literacy of young adults. Um Okay. I'm a marketer (so know how important surveys can be and know annoying it is to get blown off by respondents) so I feel sorry for him and tell him okay I'll do the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs to use his laptop so requests to come inside so that he can plug it in. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit down and I realise that this survey may take longer than I intially thought (somewhere around 10mins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"How long will this take?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"It really depends on the person - fastest person has taken around 45mins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT?! I need to cook dinner! I'm sorry I don't have time for this!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time he's pluged in his laptop and everything's set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lets just see how it goes, if you need to stop I can come back another time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grudgingly I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing he gets me to do is read a couple of documents and answer some questions. This is way too much work! But I completed it anyway and then he goes on to do a background survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"When did you graduate?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um, the answers only give it in years, I graduate at the end of this month"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh you graduate at the end of this month? - you have to invite me over for cake"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Um....*mumble mumble*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After half an hour... (5:30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How much longer will this take?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Not very far, you're the fastest person who's done this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Um... okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 mins later... (5:40pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seriously how much longer will this take?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're almost done"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"*Grumble grumble*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later... (5:45pm)&lt;/strong&gt; Background check finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Finally all done!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Um can you please fill in these questions" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- he hands me this thick book at least 25 pages long complete with A4 length articles and supporting questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"WHAT?! @#$@%!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- I'm too nice and I start working my way through the book which mirrors a mini exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Getting grumpier with each page, I have real exams to do I can't be bothered with this survey. After each page I complain that he needs to tell his employers to cut down this survey because it's just ridiculous to expect people to give up this much of their time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10mins later... ( 5:55pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"This is taking too long"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Here's a pen for your efforts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 10 mins later ... (6:05pm) &lt;/strong&gt;Still haven't finished the exam like survey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Um, I'm really sorry but I have to stop doing this survey I really need to cook dinner or there's not going to be any food to eat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Oh, I can come back in an hour if you want and pick it up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I have to cook dinner there's no way I can do it tonight, if you leave with me I can finish it and you can pick it up tomorow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He stays sitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"So I study business as well... (and goes on to talk about his life story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Uh let me help you pack up" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- I unplug his laptop and pass it to him. (Big hint to get lost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I'm so sorry I can't leave, it's pouring outside , I'll get wet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just stare at him blankly - what is wrong with this guy. He's got a car outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"So when you graduate make sure to invite me over for cake so that we can celebrate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;More blank looks from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He continues on about some life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Um I have to go cook"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; I run into the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later... (5:10pm) &lt;/strong&gt;Rain Stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Okay Ying I'm going now!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Thank god!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He tries to shake my hand fortunatly it's covered in seasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Okay so make sure you call me to cut your cake for graduate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seriously whats wrong with this guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Alright, see you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank god he's gone... kind of got the feeling he was being a bit unprofessional. Nah, I'm just being paranoid, he was just being friendly...&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/8486558022371868904-437257969119729789?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/437257969119729789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/beware-of-dodgy-market-interviewers_18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/437257969119729789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/437257969119729789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/beware-of-dodgy-market-interviewers_18.html' title='Beware of dodgy market interviewers - Part 1'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-3338970549440832830</id><published>2006-06-12T21:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.342+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Go West Auckland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So the power was down today in Auckland... well everywhere but out West!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now who was having a go at me for living out this way... it totally rocks being out here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well that is till about 2pm when I'm the sure the electricity company realised that West Auckland was the only ones with power so they switched our power off and gave it to the city centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well we got it back a few hours later just before it got dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's still sweet being out west!&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/8486558022371868904-3338970549440832830?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3338970549440832830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-west-auckland.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3338970549440832830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3338970549440832830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-west-auckland.html' title='Go West Auckland!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8027494230525248832</id><published>2006-06-11T22:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.365+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade Me Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz"&gt;www.trademe.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Best bargains ever! A shoppers heaven. So much for trying to stay out of shops for the past year (so I wouldn't spend money)... Trade Me and my bank account have developed a very good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/minimall-741478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/minimall-740179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought a wetsuit for $10!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And this gorgeous mini mal. (Had to show it off it's just so pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked it up this morning (7am) and took it straight to Muriwai and caught the best waves ever! A tad nippy but totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be the primo winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-8027494230525248832?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8027494230525248832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/trade-me-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8027494230525248832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8027494230525248832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/06/trade-me-mania.html' title='Trade Me Mania'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6923055278293644946</id><published>2006-05-29T21:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.396+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GNC: It finally happened!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/march-718573.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pre 6pm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So much to do and so little time. A couple of us rushed around painting banners, photocopying, and nutting out the agenda for the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm rolled around: Met up at Harishi's apartment turns out he's still asleep. Exhausted by the long hours prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key milestones that only happened a few days ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Permission was granted by the Auckland city council for us to do the walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Permission was granted to "gather" at AOTEA square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For about a week prior we were bitting our finger nails wondering whether GNC would go ahead or not. Thankfully it worked out in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm: Arrive at AOTEA square. Set up banners and things are a little chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm: TV3 news show up and want an interview. They film Jenkins, Harishi and part of the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/march-795113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/march-791934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45: I call everyone in on the mike (it's extraordinarly loud! I'm sure it's not supposed to be that loud, apparently you can hear me all the way from Wellesley street) and we head off on the march. There's about 100 of us walking and holding up placard boards. It was good to have the stares from people on the sidewalk and we seemed to attract a quite an amount of attention. Most people really didn't know what war we were talking about, but we gave them fliers and hopefully they are a little bit more knowledgable because of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small detail: Harishi's supposedly 2 hour walk turned out to be 30mins long. He had assured us on foot it was at least 1.5hrs and with a big group it must take longer. Who would have known. We ended up taking a few extra detours which was better in the end because it made our route longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Aotea square we had Margaret Thatcher no wait Taylor (I couldn't believe I actually said Thatcher!) from Amnesty talk a bit about child soldiers, and then Jenkins tell us a bit about his story from back home. Everytime Jenkin's talks I really get sad, because there is nothing more real then when someone gives a personal testimony of a story like his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed the movie &lt;em&gt;Invisible Children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a Q&amp;A and comments we set out to camp for the night. Some people got a game of soccer going, while others wrote letters to Helen Clark and Winston Peters. . The high light of the night was around 4:30am when a local government worker visited us and bought us hot coffee (in a milk container) and sugar. So sweet. Also I got to try matte from an Argentinian friend, which was really cool. I had some amazing conversations and the night went by pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6am we wraped up and took this one last final photo (and as soon as I can figure it out I will post it bloggers doing something funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good night. We had hoped for more people but since it was at the same time as the super 12 ... we were happy with the turnout. The people who came were amazing and got so much from the experience. It definetly bought me closer to reality, the cold, wind and hard concrete floor makes me appreciate so much what I have in New Zealand. It's so easy to take for granted the wonderful life I have, and to forget (or not even realise) how many of the world don't have the luxuries (or even neccessities ) that we have. I only wish that fairness, equality and justice held the same value as success, power and money.&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/8486558022371868904-6923055278293644946?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6923055278293644946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/05/gnc-it-finally-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6923055278293644946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6923055278293644946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/05/gnc-it-finally-happened.html' title='GNC: It finally happened!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6214213361605178686</id><published>2006-05-26T00:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.428+13:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOBAL NIGHT COMMUTE: SAT 27 MAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/gnc-725245.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/gnc-722524.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First it was a vision... now it's a reality...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YES, the &lt;strong&gt;"Global Night Commute''&lt;/strong&gt; is finally happening here in NZ on Saturday, 27th May. For those of you who have seen the movie and heard about the situation in Uganda, you would be aware of the daily plight of the Ugandan children who have to travel up to 27 miles every night to escape the clutches of the rebels. They do this out of fear, out of hope that they they'll survive. We are holding this event to give them hope. Hope that one day they can sleep peacefully in their homes without any fear or anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GNC was held in the USA in April this year and more than 50,000 people participated. Celebrities like Oprah Winfrey too lent their support to the cause! We hope to recreate a movement of our own in NZ to show our solidarity with the Ugandan children along with supporters of this movement all over the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few details about the event on Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VENUE: &lt;/strong&gt;AOTEA SQUARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME&lt;/strong&gt;: MEET AT 7PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE: &lt;/strong&gt;27th May, 2006 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGENDA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) Assemble at Aotea Square by 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;2) Approximate 2 hour walk around Queen Street&lt;br /&gt;3) Screening of the movie and guest speakers&lt;br /&gt;4) African dances (to add a cultural touch to the event)&lt;br /&gt;5) Letter writing sessions and art projects (a campaign to pressurise the ugandan government to find a solution to the crisis).&lt;br /&gt;6) Communing overnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO-BRING LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) Blankets and something to sit on&lt;br /&gt;2) Art supplies (paper, crayons, markers, envelopes and stamps)&lt;br /&gt;3) A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;4) Warm clothes&lt;br /&gt;5) Snacks and water&lt;br /&gt;6) Banners (if you can make some)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLS WEAR SOMETHING RED OR BLACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also incase you are late for the event, come along to aotea square and our volunteers can guide you where to join the group on the route. We are planning to have a banner making session in the Auckland University Quad on Saturday between 1-2 pm, come along if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, let's make it a night to remember... Let's try being the change we want to see in this world. Let's show the Ugandan children, they are not alone, they are not forgotten, they are not invisible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please tell as many people about this event as possible - numbers do matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you all on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support,&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Children Team, NZ &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/8486558022371868904-6214213361605178686?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6214213361605178686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/05/global-night-commute-sat-27-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6214213361605178686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6214213361605178686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/05/global-night-commute-sat-27-may.html' title='GLOBAL NIGHT COMMUTE: SAT 27 MAY'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2018704923760615180</id><published>2006-05-05T00:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.501+13:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM UGANDA, WITH LOVE AND HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt breaking up becomes the biggest scoop of the year, 1000’s of African kids dying of starvation and poverty goes unnoticed. 9/11 creates huge media furore, people still talk about the effects, after effects and after effects, the same number of people die every year in Uganda- once again it goes unrealised! Everyone judges and comments on Paris Hilton’ ssex tapes, prince Charles and Camilla parker Bowles’ wedding or the US attacking Iraq but no one raises their opinion on the political instability in Uganda. WHY? Because believe it or not, accept it or not, we don’t care! We love to live in our well protected, well shielded environment in a state of “ignorance is bliss” while thousands of youngsters in Uganda live under fear wondering if they’ll wake up to see the sunshine next day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its time to wake up, show those Ugandan kids they are not invisible, “non-existent non-entities”. The first step has been taken by three American students who have shown us the unseen, become the voice of the unheard and generated concern for the uncared through their extremely “disgusting yet inspiring” documentary- ‘THE INVISIBLE CHILDREN”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those completely oblivious, Uganda is a war torn country in the north east of Africa. The rebel army (LRA) and the government are at war with each other for several years now. In this fight for present and past, it’s the future generation- the children of Uganda who are suffering. The rebels abduct these kids; make them undergo intense, cold hearted training to join their forces. In simple words, these innocent, unassuming children are snatched off their childhood, their right to gain education and are turned into blood thirsty, brutal murderers. Apparently, one of the first duties of the soldier is to go kill his family because if you can shoot your family, you can kill anyone in the world! It is the most neglected humanitarian crisis in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film basically elaborates on this messy situation in Uganda. It makes you cry, makes you think, makes you question but most importantly it makes you care! At this age, when we are too tied down with our own trivial problems such as university course load, money matters, complicated love and sex lives, the last thing we want to do is help some kid in country seven seas away! But that’s the beauty and passion of this movie. Those endearing, extremely affable kids with frozen tears and endless fear under those goofy grins carve a special place in our hearts. They make you wanna add them as a “hassle” of your busy life and work towards ending their plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Uganda needs is “peace in the country and peace in every corner of the country”. How you can help? Firstly watch the movie, there will be a screening held very soon. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.invisiblechildren.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; and register yourself for the global night commute (a way of capturing the Ugandan child’s daily struggle in one night). Try helping out financially (a child’s education can be supported by giving up just a few beers at shads). The choice is in your hands! Be a benefactor and help a deprived child achieve his/her goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our chance to be the change we want to see in the world. Our chance to be a Good Samaritan and do our good for humanity, our chance to undermine corrupt governments, upcoming terrorism and atmosphere of hopelessness in Uganda. Our chance to show those children that’s YES they do exist and YES we care! In the words of Michael Jackson, “heal the world make it a better place for you and for me and the entire human race”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rucha Sarma&lt;br /&gt;May 2006&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/8486558022371868904-2018704923760615180?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2018704923760615180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-uganda-with-love-and-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2018704923760615180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2018704923760615180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-uganda-with-love-and-hope.html' title='FROM UGANDA, WITH LOVE AND HOPE'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4626747911088961310</id><published>2006-04-26T13:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.534+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A day filled with AIESEC Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/P1030651-700571.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/P1030651-790329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "It's such a kiwi thing, to have so many bottles of bundaberg on the shelf"&lt;/em&gt; - Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/P1030654-719104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Case of bad spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Panda spelt Panada (see bike)&lt;br /&gt;Koala spelt Kiola (see shirt or ask David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/P1030660-753063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A lot of effort went into taking this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/P1030665-754239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A beautiful Italian Restaurant to end the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/P1030667-774139.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strange eating habits caught in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Amy: Eat the best first&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eat the best last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Copy1030669-712584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick on his is so cute Scooter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-4626747911088961310?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4626747911088961310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-filled-with-aiesec-moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4626747911088961310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4626747911088961310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-filled-with-aiesec-moments.html' title='A day filled with AIESEC Moments'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5392443967145349929</id><published>2006-04-10T23:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.567+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of Whanaungatanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05100-701947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05100-785217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; The Hangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Wharekai-712950.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te Rau Aroha Marae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05127-786052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bluff&lt;br /&gt;April 2006&lt;/em&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/8486558022371868904-5392443967145349929?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5392443967145349929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/04/meaning-of-whanaungatanga.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5392443967145349929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5392443967145349929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/04/meaning-of-whanaungatanga.html' title='The meaning of Whanaungatanga'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-3769033464974595550</id><published>2006-03-24T21:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.611+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me this quote that I find very fitting during our current times. It's a little controversial but I think it's a point of view that really should be surfaced and thought about a lot more than it currently is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Freedom of speech is not just a special and distinctive emblem of Western culture that might be generously abridged or qualified as a measure of respect for other cultures that reject it, the way a crescent of menorah might be added to a Christian religious display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free speech is a condition of legitimate government. Laws and policies are not legitimate unless they have been adopted through a democratic process, and a process is not democratic if government has prevented anyone expressing his convictions about what those laws and policies should be ... So in a democracy no one, however powerful or impotent, can have a right not to be insulted or offended. That principle is of particular importance in a nation that strives for racial and ethnic fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If weak or unpopular minorities wish to be protected from legal or economic discrimination by law - if they wish laws enacted that prohibit discrimination against them in employment, for instance - then they must be willing to tolerate whatever insults or ridicule people who oppose such legislation wish to offer to their fellow voters, because only a community that permits such insult as part of public debate may legitimately adopt such laws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Ronald Dworkin, New York Review of Books (cover date 23/3/2006)&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/8486558022371868904-3769033464974595550?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3769033464974595550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/03/freedom-of-speech.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3769033464974595550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3769033464974595550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/03/freedom-of-speech.html' title='Freedom of Speech'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8267699558477580387</id><published>2006-03-14T21:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.642+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's been one of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you slam the car door and realise you've left the keys in the ignition with the engine's still running and you're late for a tutorial class that you're organising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn up to meet some friends only to have no one show up, and your cell phone battery dead so you can't contact anyone. Only once you go home and call someone you realise that you were all meant to be meeting next Tuesday not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive home and find out that you've been summoned for Jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note:&lt;br /&gt;The tutorial went really well&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt how to break into a locked car with a clothes hanger.&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/8486558022371868904-8267699558477580387?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8267699558477580387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-it-been-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8267699558477580387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8267699558477580387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-it-been-one-of-those-days.html' title='You know it&amp;#39;s been one of those days...'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8829709476789787887</id><published>2006-03-12T17:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.667+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason to believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)" align="justify"&gt;Perhaps I should just admit that I now understand &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the world is corrupt and brutal&lt;/span&gt;, that most nations look out only for their own interests, and people seldom rush to dangerous acts of selfless sacrifice. No shit. Where did I get the idea I would find otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We actually set out to save the world&lt;/span&gt;. That is what was insane - not ten-year-old warlords with bad breath and vodoo fetishes in Liberia, no the Hutu militias who butchered a minority who had repressed them or the Tutsi survivors who executed the suspects - but me, for thinking I could enter a war and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;personally restore order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the easy answer: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forswear idealism; resign myself to a sad maturity;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; put away the things of youth; be thankful I survived and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;horseshit&lt;/span&gt; too, a craven capitulation. I'm not ready to let the youthful part of myself go yet. If maturity means becoming a cynic,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if you have to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; the part of yourself that is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;aïve and romantic and idealistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the part of yourself you treasure most - to claim maturity, is it not better to die young but with your &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;humanity intact?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If everyone resigns themselves to cynicism, isn't that exactly how vulnerable millions end up dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Cain, April 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.strategypage.com/bookreviews/230.asp"&gt;Emergency Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 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The episode features a statue of the Virgin Mary that bleeds "out her ass". Ten church leaders, from the president of the New Zealand Catholic Bishops' Conference to the president of the Council of Christians and Muslims, have pleaded for the episode not to be screened on national television in New Zealand. C4 Channel instead shifted its scheduled date in May to screen on television tonight to allow the public to make up its own mind about the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/south_park-734939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just finished watching it. Frankly I was outraged. Outraged that so much controversy had been kicked up over this episode. This is it? I couldn't believe it. I'm not saying it wasn't that offensive. But honestly, it's South Park. When have they not offended someone? That is what their success is built on. Everyday its overtly sexual and obscenely vulgar themes create humour through its profanity and satire of anything and everything imaginable. It is controversial, and it pushes all boundaries and cultural norms. But that's what South Park is, it has never claimed to be otherwise. It is satire, and that is part of our Western culture. South Park has even won an Emmy(2005) for best outstanding animated picture. We love to hate it. If it offends, you have the freedom not to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, it is a sensitive period right now. But that does not give the right to spark off protests for everything thing that we &lt;em&gt;suddenly &lt;/em&gt;find offensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;South Park has been on air since 1997. Where have the protests been when South Park depicted Christians as mindless lemmings willing to follow anyone with a religious message including Cartman dressed as a mini Hitler, or when South Park depicted &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;Catholic priest as a pedophile? If it is blasphemy to depict Muhammad in any sort of light, where were the protests when South Park portrayed Muhammad and other founders of other world religions as superheroes. Is it then okay if Muhammad is depicted positively?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not asking for a debate about the cartoon issue. I am just pointing out that enough is enough. When does it stop? The cartoons added to further the insult of hostility and mockery of Islamic values that the Western society has shown towards the Muslim religion since the war on terrorism began. I'm saying I understand, I don't agree but I understand. But protesting against South Park, this is just getting ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/8486558022371868904-4393479907214858835?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4393479907214858835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/02/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4393479907214858835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4393479907214858835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/02/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2024616273982817134</id><published>2006-02-07T23:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.758+13:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand takes on the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/collage3-2006.02.07-02.08.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/400/collage3-2006.02.07-02.08.37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Been wanting to put this up forever! Last year in October Andy Irons, Mark Occhilupo, Sunny Garcia and Joel Parkinson surfed up in Piha for the Vodafone Surf Session! "New Zealand's best vs the World" Pity Piha wasn't up to it's usual glory and things were a bit rainy and flat but Andy Irons, the champion that he is managed to pull off a beautiful aeiral manoeuvre that scored a fantastic 9.8. Sitting back chillin while the dub reggae band Kora played in back. (now they're a CD worth buying!) All in all, an absolute heaven of a day. Occy and Andy Irons total legends.&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/8486558022371868904-2024616273982817134?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2024616273982817134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-zealand-takes-on-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2024616273982817134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2024616273982817134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-zealand-takes-on-world.html' title='New Zealand takes on the world!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5491156934404158600</id><published>2006-02-07T20:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.779+13:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a casino virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally catching up on my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me well and my e-mail habits will understand. Silent period and then BAM! everything! :) Lots of memorable events from last year, I finally got the photos so I can write some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this little one dates back to a nice little dinner mid last year. Cody, Kris, Shirley and I finally caught up. Dinner was good (Well it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; Cafe Cezanne), Dessert was great. But the highlight of the evening: The sky city casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all cruised in with our 20 dollars in one hand looking to make a fortune on the roulette table. We looked like a kid in a candy shop. no idea what we were doing but so excited. The casino lady took pity on us, and gave us a few tips, and after a while we started winning! There's a higher probability to win if you put chips on the odds that split it into three quadrants rather than the 2 quadrant odds (ie red and black or odd and even). Hehe so we'ld win 5 dollars every round, and lose about 10 every 2 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great three hours worth of entertainment, Kris, Shirley and I walked 20 dollars poorer but highly amused. Cody on the other hand walks out 200 dollars richer. Decided to take a risk and place some money on a single number, and what are the odds he wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Cody miss ya! Las Vegas would have been awesome with luck like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a primo time in France and by the way friendly reminder I'm still waiting for my postcard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/640/Picture_019-2006.02.06-23.20.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/Picture_019-2006.02.06-23.20.53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8486558022371868904-5491156934404158600?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5491156934404158600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-longer-casino-virgin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5491156934404158600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5491156934404158600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-longer-casino-virgin.html' title='No longer a casino virgin'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-7244764502822331077</id><published>2005-10-12T04:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.798+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck at Uni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay's here'a a blog for you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In response to all those slack comments I've been demostrating self control and not procrastinating this semester)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:43am...and i'm stuck at university!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 assignments due this week.&lt;br /&gt;1 completed, 3 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been in the AIESEC office, no sleep as of yet frantically trying to complete assignment number 2. It's getting a bit late/early so I thought i'ld depart, head home for a shower and return all freshed and ready for new day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing outside, so I jump into my car, stick my key into the ignition, hit the accelarator.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more attempts, and then I notice it. My lights were left on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you all say..."typical ying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't me. I claim innocence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lent my car to Leon and David to fulfil their movenpick fantasies...who kindly returned me the car which refuses to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh well at least they were kind enough to bring me movenpick too so some good came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling everyone... seems like nobody is awake at 4 o'clock in the morning. Finally got a hold of Jim. Poor Jim...its usually impossible to get him out of bed before midday, and now he's getting up at 4am in the morning! He said he'ld just gone to sleep so I felt slightly better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jumper cables (or spark plug thingys whatever they are)... Jim's lending me his car so I can get home, grab some shut eye, get changed and come back in less than 3 hours time to spark my car and make it to BOA meeting at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a start to a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This follows yesturday's incident of locking my keys in my car and only realising when I returned to my car at midnight. Poor dad had to drive in and unlock my car for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All things happen in three I'm scared of what is yet to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-7244764502822331077?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7244764502822331077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuck-at-uni.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7244764502822331077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7244764502822331077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuck-at-uni.html' title='Stuck at Uni'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4842602652800004098</id><published>2005-07-29T03:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.811+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's 3am, and I'm sitting in front of the computor in my new sexy XL tui t-shirt with a glass of red wine in one hand. I'm feeling somewhat lazy. I have a mailbox of at least 30 unread e-mails but right now it's not really time for work. Nor is it really time for sleep. I've really lost my sense of time these days. Write e-mails till 3am, wake up at 8am for class. IB 301 provides a perfect enviroment for mid afternoon naps and the nice drive home in 1st gear at 6pm during traffic hour is the pefect opportunity to wind down after a long day. Then home for dinner, e-mails and before I know it my life has become this nice little cycle. Brilliant. My life is a structured pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay granted. It's only been 2 weeks. But I feel like time has taken over my life. In international business today, I learnt that that means that I am in a culture that is immersed in chasing time. I used to be accused of not being organised. Now that my life has become so much more structured, I feel ... complacent yet some what aloof with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this feeling is just the result of enjoying my holidays far too much and not wanting to reconnect with University. It really was a great few weeks! Ah well just gotta make sure this semester is a PARTY in itself. &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/8486558022371868904-4842602652800004098?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4842602652800004098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-3am-and-im-sitting-in-front-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4842602652800004098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4842602652800004098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-3am-and-im-sitting-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1376801318694264328</id><published>2005-07-29T03:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.845+13:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get publicity at a University Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. AIESECers like to drink&lt;br /&gt;2. University Students like to drink&lt;br /&gt;3. AIESECErs like to "boat race"&lt;br /&gt;3. University Students like the drinking horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone seeing a common theme here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to get publicity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what students do best, and make sure everyone knows you're representing AIESEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-1376801318694264328?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1376801318694264328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-get-publicity-at-university.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1376801318694264328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1376801318694264328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-get-publicity-at-university.html' title='How to get publicity at a University Campus'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-317792598507826269</id><published>2005-07-29T03:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.867+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/horn_opt015-2005.07.28-09.15.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/horn_opt015-2005.07.28-09.15.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lama you legend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drinking the guys under the table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 jug through a straw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go Lama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Came 2nd!&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/8486558022371868904-317792598507826269?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/317792598507826269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/lama-you-legend-drinking-guys-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/317792598507826269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/317792598507826269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/lama-you-legend-drinking-guys-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-193823347073226834</id><published>2005-07-29T03:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.898+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/horn_opt029-2005.07.28-09.22.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/horn_opt029-2005.07.28-09.22.03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go team AIESEC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now this is publicity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our t-shirts - &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;AIESEC - &lt;em&gt;Exchange yourself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone was asking us what AIESEC was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the MC even did a plug on AIESEC day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yay yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unfortunatly we didn't win the guys one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The other team cheated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We even had to have a rematch and they still cheated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whatever happened to no spillage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and no starting before the last person has put their vessel on their head&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/8486558022371868904-193823347073226834?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/193823347073226834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-team-aiesec-now-this-is-publicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/193823347073226834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/193823347073226834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-team-aiesec-now-this-is-publicity.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8292274265113305199</id><published>2005-07-29T03:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.924+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/horn_opt035-2005.07.28-09.31.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/horn_opt035-2005.07.28-09.31.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What's this "girls are allowed spillage cause they're girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sexist! - Figures the MC was a male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Doesn't matter we still creamed the chicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We finished, they were barely past their second member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sweeet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prize: I get this sexy XL tui shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The rest of the day was entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The "Eat a hot mince and cheese pie than jug race"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The "Eat a banana and whipped cream than jug race"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The "Topless girls jug race"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The "Naked guys jug race" - I have never seen someone down a jug as fast as the guy who won. It must of been less than 2 seconds!!!&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/8486558022371868904-8292274265113305199?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8292274265113305199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-this-girls-are-allowed-spillage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8292274265113305199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8292274265113305199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-this-girls-are-allowed-spillage.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2635191469970142382</id><published>2005-07-29T02:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.949+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught on Camera - a real live Chiwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chi·nese&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3DChinese"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(ch-nz, -ns)adj.&lt;br /&gt;Of or relating to China or its peoples, languages, or cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ki·wi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3DKiwi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(kw)n. pl. ki·wis&lt;br /&gt;Any of several flightless birds of the genus Apteryx native to New Zealand, having vestigial wings and a long slender bill. Also called apteryx.&lt;br /&gt;A woody Chinese vine (Actinidia chinensis) having brown fuzzy edible fruit with a green sweet pulp.&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of this plant. Also called Chinese gooseberry.&lt;br /&gt;Informal. A New Zealander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chi·wi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3DKiwi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(ch)n. pl. chi·wi&lt;br /&gt;Winsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/DSC00273-2005.07.28-08.45.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/DSC00273-2005.07.28-08.45.03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8486558022371868904-2635191469970142382?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2635191469970142382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/caught-on-camera-real-live-chiwi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2635191469970142382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2635191469970142382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/caught-on-camera-real-live-chiwi.html' title='Caught on Camera - a real live Chiwi'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-7993041003660205851</id><published>2005-07-29T02:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:22.975+13:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Steps fowards, 3 levels up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Starting a new term, and saying goodbye to many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tears shared at Changeover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you for the beautiful singing from the LC and the yummy Ferrero Rochers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YAY for traditions&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my jester hat from Susan&lt;br /&gt;And my pink penguin toe socks are just beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you to Edris for putting together the best powerpoint ever made in history of man kind! (Starwars and the OC also extracted from Edris powerpoint) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Every end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;signifies the begining of another"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-7993041003660205851?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7993041003660205851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-steps-fowards-3-levels-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7993041003660205851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7993041003660205851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-steps-fowards-3-levels-up.html' title='5 Steps fowards, 3 levels up!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-418575087479110877</id><published>2005-07-29T02:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.001+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the EB team 05 - 06 (extracted from Edris powerpoint)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/ying-765567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/ying-762907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/david-721164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/david-702567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/amy-767486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/amy-764081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Louisa-719192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Louisa-714507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-418575087479110877?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/418575087479110877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/introducing-eb-team-05-06-extracted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/418575087479110877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/418575087479110877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/introducing-eb-team-05-06-extracted.html' title='Introducing the EB team 05 - 06 (extracted from Edris powerpoint)'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5361150770343323056</id><published>2005-07-29T01:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.035+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/DSC00556-2005.07.28-07.46.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/DSC00556-2005.07.28-07.46.32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EB: March - June 05&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/8486558022371868904-5361150770343323056?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5361150770343323056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/snapshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5361150770343323056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5361150770343323056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2686596614344667221</id><published>2005-07-29T01:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.055+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/star_wars2-2005.07.28-07.36.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/star_wars2-2005.07.28-07.36.46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May the force be with you new EB&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/8486558022371868904-2686596614344667221?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2686596614344667221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/may-force-be-with-you-new-eb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2686596614344667221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2686596614344667221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/may-force-be-with-you-new-eb.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4985641511854648462</id><published>2005-07-29T01:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.074+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/DSC00568-2005.07.28-07.46.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/DSC00568-2005.07.28-07.46.38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Starting a new term together&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/8486558022371868904-4985641511854648462?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4985641511854648462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/starting-new-term-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4985641511854648462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4985641511854648462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/starting-new-term-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1338383042495594381</id><published>2005-07-29T01:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.091+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/oc-change-2005.07.28-07.45.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/oc-change-2005.07.28-07.45.58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doesn't my body look sexy?&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/8486558022371868904-1338383042495594381?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1338383042495594381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/doesnt-my-body-look-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1338383042495594381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1338383042495594381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/doesnt-my-body-look-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4558425669862301199</id><published>2005-07-29T01:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.124+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/collage11-2005.07.28-07.38.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/collage11-2005.07.28-07.38.41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ariel, you draw as beautiful as you are.&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/8486558022371868904-4558425669862301199?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4558425669862301199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/ariel-you-draw-as-beautiful-as-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4558425669862301199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4558425669862301199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/07/ariel-you-draw-as-beautiful-as-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1503260756760041788</id><published>2005-06-30T18:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.181+13:00</updated><title type='text'>XPD Blowout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started as three,&lt;br /&gt;Soon became 11&lt;br /&gt;As of June 29th 2005 it was 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The XPD team of April - June 2005,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those incredible few months.&lt;br /&gt;Today was for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XPD Blowout:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blowing out to a fantastic few months. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blowing out in celebration for a wonderful future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 29th 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jens and I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for all your passion and commitment. Thank you for creating beautiful memories that will stick with us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started at 9am, although predictably we knew that you all wouldn't arrive till 10. We were right :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we told you the entire day would be spend infront the camera, I have never seen Amy and Yvonne so stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few challenges from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The post challenge &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to post office and ask for a 5 cents stamp and get a receipt for it.&lt;br /&gt;Ask whether a letter would reach the AIESEC office with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps we forgot that you couldn't film in a postoffice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 1: Place camera in handbag and hide it from security guards&lt;br /&gt;Team 2: Bargain with postoffice staff and only film hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a letter reach the AIESEC office for 5 cents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer: &lt;/strong&gt;Unfortunatly no, not even if the AIESEC office is in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A truly AIESEC Reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to warehouse and buy a reception pack for $3&lt;br /&gt;Have a reception at the ferry building and ask their "intern" (a passenger) how their overseas experience was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the two teams manage to get the same "intern" even though they arrived at the ferry building at different times is beyond me. What a lucky "intern" recieving x2 NZ newsletters, x2 infomation booklets, x2 NZ flags and x2 warehouse bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AIESEC Auckland wins the boat races again! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a boat race with soft drinks/beer in an Asian food place&lt;br /&gt;Follow official boat race rules: “Thumbs on the table, face the vessel, ROW”&lt;br /&gt;Boat race teams has to consist of at least two people (number of people in each team has to be the same)&lt;br /&gt;You get bonus points if you have non AIESEC people joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 1 vs 2 corporates in suits&lt;br /&gt;Team 2 vs Irish tourists (poor Iva, wasn't even half way through her vessel, when the Irish team had already finished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also included in the footage was&lt;br /&gt;An AWESOME promo video starring the guy from Studio 2 and the guy who eats the deli roll in the McDonald's ad. Go Celebrity endorsement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who could forget an episode from &lt;em&gt;"The days of AIESEC"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's sordid love affair met by Ariel's half a dozen bitch slaps. (never cross Ariel, that cute face can be decieving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While everyone filmed, Jens and I slaved over a hot kitchen to cook dinner. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;produced a gourmet dinner of wheat salad, rice and noodles (Carbohydrates is very good for you). And our famous chocolate cake made out of 1000 grams of milo powder and half a bottle of cadbury's HOT fudge sauce. Mmmm. &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/8486558022371868904-1503260756760041788?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1503260756760041788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/xpd-blowout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1503260756760041788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1503260756760041788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/xpd-blowout.html' title='XPD Blowout'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2338577254839032465</id><published>2005-06-16T22:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.194+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/paris-1-2005.06.16-03.12.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/paris-1-2005.06.16-03.12.49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spicyparis.com"&gt;http://www.spicyparis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Evidence: sex sells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is this a really a burger ad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or a soft core porn show for ppl with a burger fetish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(although the burger barely made 5 seconds onscreen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hehe however if ads were to really portray reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.accolo.com/pages/spicy.shtml"&gt;http://www.accolo.com/pages/spicy.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-2338577254839032465?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2338577254839032465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-in-america.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2338577254839032465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2338577254839032465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-in-america.html' title='Only in America'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-7622435526139840237</id><published>2005-06-16T19:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.207+13:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel hath fallen into our midst</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/P1160039-2005.06.16-00.55.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/P1160039-2005.06.16-00.55.51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Does this ravishing gentleman look familar to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Try cutting those rather illustrious locks off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To see who our very own archangel is&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/8486558022371868904-7622435526139840237?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7622435526139840237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/angel-hath-fallen-into-our-midst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7622435526139840237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7622435526139840237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/angel-hath-fallen-into-our-midst.html' title='An angel hath fallen into our midst'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8541512578770250062</id><published>2005-06-15T23:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.234+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What does trust feel like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/berkshires-2005.06.15-04.52.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="263" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/berkshires-2005.06.15-04.52.27.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think about an event or a person that makes you so mad&lt;br /&gt;that makes your ears go red in anger, your eyes squint in tension&lt;br /&gt;and you can start to see steam coming out of your nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now smile.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and show your teeth&lt;br /&gt;Smile until your cheeks hurt&lt;br /&gt;and just keep on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you feel right now&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what trust feels like&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the power of a smile&lt;br /&gt;That creates warmth even in times of anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;Nothing More&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No strings attached&lt;br /&gt;My heart, your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Take my shoes please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust: Relax&lt;br /&gt;Trust: Listen&lt;br /&gt;Trust: Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Trust: Warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-8541512578770250062?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8541512578770250062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-does-trust-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8541512578770250062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8541512578770250062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-does-trust-feel-like.html' title='What does trust feel like?'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-7482421967356043469</id><published>2005-06-15T19:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.258+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Converse - All Nike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt about &lt;a href="http://www.conversegallery.com"&gt;www.conversegallery.com&lt;/a&gt; from a very excited Vedant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conversegallery.com"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/320/ctlogo02-2005.06.15-00.20.38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Converse brand is all about originality. That is where its heritage lies. The Converse brand has always been owned by those who wear them; they have been the ones to define who Converse is as a brand. Converse now allows influencers and consumer to create their advertising.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Budding film makers and talented artists wanting to get your name out into the world. Here is your calling! Converse Gallery invites you to create a 24 second short film for the chance to win money, or even have your production aired on MTV. Very clever! Converse, I praise you on this very ingenious and innovative marketing strategy ... or rather should I be praising Nike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 Converse declared itself bankrupt. Nike bought Converse out, closed all U.S. factories and shifted production to Asia. Nike, regarded as the "evil corporation" widely criticized for its sweat shops that sparked a worldwide movement. Is this just a ploy from Nike to distract us from the fact that the money paid for the Converse shoes that used to go to support working families now goes directly to corporate CEOs who now earn hundred times what their lowest employees earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise Vedant. Converse does indeed represent an emblem of counterculture, a rejection of the mainstream, a lonely stance against the onslaught of consumerism. Why in fact I just found out that they were the popular choice for the bad boys of past popular culture: John Travolta in "Grease" wore Converse All Stars, and Kurt Cobain died wearing a pair of black suede Converse One-Stars. Converse could almost be regarded as a nostalgic appreciation of simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;However Nike's takeover does seem to somehow suck the cult out of the classic shoe. &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/8486558022371868904-7482421967356043469?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7482421967356043469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/converse-all-nike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7482421967356043469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7482421967356043469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/converse-all-nike.html' title='Converse - All Nike'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1179704591448544545</id><published>2005-06-12T23:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.290+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I recieved this link from a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;www.postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A powerful site to put things into perspective.&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/8486558022371868904-1179704591448544545?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1179704591448544545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-your-secret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1179704591448544545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1179704591448544545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-your-secret.html' title='What is your secret?'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6104023884055603585</id><published>2005-06-11T19:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.311+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Kippis Bohemian Finn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/Juha-2005.06.11-00.59.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/400/Juha-2005.06.11-00.59.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a few hours drive down south&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;over to the west a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in a place I call Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Over many cups of tea and cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farewells were given to Bohemian Finn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so appropriatly termed by Jirka)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it really been&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;11 months&lt;/span&gt; since we waited for you to turn up at the Auckland International Airport at midnight only to have you call and say that you would be about 12 hours late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What (almost) a year it has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm glad you finally found your way to the surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Still sad I never got to see your humble abode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As you fly off to Finland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do not forget about this little country down south&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We'll miss your alternative spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Living the life that many of us dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A life of freedom, passion, art and culture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Goodbye, farewell my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Let us meet again sometime soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love and many hugs to take away with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I look foward to hear of where your travels will take you next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/8486558022371868904-6104023884055603585?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6104023884055603585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/kippis-bohemian-finn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6104023884055603585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6104023884055603585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/kippis-bohemian-finn.html' title='Kippis Bohemian Finn!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8695493846680735929</id><published>2005-06-11T01:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.332+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/hp_promo_mntMocChpFrap-2005.06.10-06.27.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/hp_promo_mntMocChpFrap-2005.06.10-06.27.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not only because it's a coporate chain that represents the homogenization of American culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only because its "third place" is really a prefabricated box with ergonomic chairs and a "gourmet panini"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only because the unique electric musical taste of the staff has been replaced by the quirky jazz selections that are available on a Starbucks CD if you want to listen at home (whoopdeedoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only because all they care about is the bottom line of efficiency and profit, and art and culture matter only as long as they boost business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because Starbucks has spun off a whirlwind of coffee house chain stores that are all generic, plastic and manufactured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate is that Starbucks have stolen a phenomenon of coffee house culture of nonconformity, rebellion, and creativity where every cafe was different and independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate is that stupid automatic cappuccino machine that resides on the counter of the Queen Street Starbucks because sometimes it just gets too busy to handle. Well deal with it! Coffee is an art to be apreciated with. Stop screwing with art goddamit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough I stumbled across this website &lt;a href="http://ihatestarbucks.com"&gt;ihatestarbucks.com&lt;/a&gt; - While I do find this site quite petty it was interesting to read the negative reactions towards Starbucks and then relise that the site failed to allow for a non biased enviroment for such a reaction. Ah what was I expecting? - an ideal world where we can all agree to disagree. Some people just want to complain. Perhaps that's what I'm doing now. So go ahead and tell me that Starbucks is the best cafe in the world. Just don't take me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note. I think perhaps I can come to the conclusion that I'm not quite a connoisseur of coffee but rather an obsessive compulsive when it comes to the "love" that's put behind each pouring of one's cappuccino, flat white, latte etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note the best coffee in New Zealand I have found so far can only be found in Brazil on K'rd in Auckland which is supplied by Havanas in Wellington (top end of Cuba). And of course you won't beat the love at Cezanne's Tuesday nights 5:30 -10:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it. It's worth it. Beats Starbucks anyday. &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/8486558022371868904-8695493846680735929?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8695493846680735929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8695493846680735929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8695493846680735929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-starbucks.html' title='I hate Starbucks'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6422554676751877043</id><published>2005-06-09T20:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.351+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A life outside of AIESEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In my continuation of excessive procrastination from studying I will attempt to prove that I do indeed have a life outside of AIESEC, and hence this blogg will be the first (of many) to prove that very fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As a self proclaimed connoisseur of coffee I shall review for you a quaint little cafe that rests at the end of Ponsonby road (#296 in fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cafe Cezanne"&lt;/strong&gt; proudly proclaims that Metro rated it 2nd Best in Auckland. (although this rating took place 2 years ago, it still holds strong in relation to the cafe's reputation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cute, yet absolutly stylish with a hint of funk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coffee - Mediocre. Varies from barista to barista. Choice of coffeebean could be improved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hot Chocolates/Jumbo Mochas - 2 thumbs up! Delightful texture. Added swirls of chocolate sauce and 2 chocolate fish create a beautiful finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Food - Unbeatable taste. Must try Thai Chicken Curry as is accompanied by delicious fried banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Service - 5 STAR rating - especially on Tuesday nights 5:30 - 10:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Barista is young, female and asian. Caution: may have drunken a little too much baileys smoothie on the job however customers will always be guaranteed a happy high quality service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended. &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/8486558022371868904-6422554676751877043?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6422554676751877043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-outside-of-aiesec.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6422554676751877043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6422554676751877043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-outside-of-aiesec.html' title='A life outside of AIESEC'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6377421721493041562</id><published>2005-06-08T10:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.379+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a journey it's been</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started to leave a comment on &lt;a href="http://yatwan.nomadlife.org/"&gt;Yat's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, but then I just couldn't stop writing. I realised I have too much to say, there've been so many stories and so many magical moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what a journey it's been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amy, Susan, Whiter and Yat for comming into Cima that night. I do remember that night, I got you guys' order wrong. and I also remember how determined I was not to join AIESEC. AIESEC was Wiji's organisation, an excuse to get drunk (i saw the photos before I joined) and I knew I could get drunk in any other organisation where I wouldn't be constantly compared to my older brother... so what made AIESEC any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were so many times I almost didnt join. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I never found the time to go to an infosessions - but then i got this txt inviting me to LTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged a friend to LTS, she was disinteresed - so we left before lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the first LC meeting - I arrived late, no idea what was going on. Joined the OC team randomly, Amy Wang (who couldn't stop mentioning Wiji everytime I talked to her) told me that Wiji joined the ICX team I should think about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then RTS rolled along - learnt where Waikato was and then got really drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NZMS in Christchurch - shall I go? I decided not too there would be many more conferences... then Wiji pestered me until i agreed to go. That was an experience of a lifetime... but I still wasn't yet convinced. The entire 5 days was just a blur of information and partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APLDS in Korea - I'll go the following year when I know a bit more about AIESEC, well so I thought. Spending an entire car ride down to Waikato with Winston changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So many times I resisted the idea of AIESEC. Why? maybe it was because I knew that once I let AIESEC become a part of me, I wouldn't turn back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-6377421721493041562?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6377421721493041562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-what-journey-it-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6377421721493041562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6377421721493041562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-what-journey-it-been.html' title='Oh what a journey it&amp;#39;s been'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1415612207166444318</id><published>2005-06-07T15:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.399+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you AIESEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am so happy and I am so looking foward to a fantastic year!!&lt;br /&gt;and hehe I promise I won't randomly break into my speech or start banging on any more tables anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who looked after me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Yat, Livie and Simone for taking out my contacts&lt;br /&gt;Thank you James for lending me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; your jacket only to have me throw up on it&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rimoni for carrying me all the way to Edris' apartment&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Edris for lending me your bed to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you Travis for being the scapegoat when everyone told me the next day that I stripped because it was your idea(I know now it wasn't true!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone else, I know I've missed you, there are just parts of friday night I still don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you AIESEC I really do love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-1415612207166444318?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1415612207166444318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-you-aiesec.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1415612207166444318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1415612207166444318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-you-aiesec.html' title='I Love you AIESEC'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-8105910068946862045</id><published>2005-06-07T15:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.436+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am torn....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would ever be able to go to IC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanted so much to go but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It cost too much and there was too little time.&lt;br /&gt;And now I've managed to get funding.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the opportunity is being taken away from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC is on the same weekend as the NZ future leaders(NZFL) residential: A specially designed course at Outward Bound in the Malborough Sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will all ask, is there any question about it?&lt;br /&gt;How can you compare IC in India to Outward Bound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If it was anything, anything but this there would be no decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't. NZFL: an 18 month programme with only 6 residentials ever to bring everyone from across NZ together. Never again will I have this opportunity with 60 of the asipiring leaders of New Zealand. People who I am growing so close to, people who I admire, and the opportunity to push myself to boundaries I never knew I could go. How can I continue on the programme without having gone to this residential? How I will understand how much they've gone through and developed? Who will I be? What will my place be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm going to go cry and go crazy for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make a decision.&lt;/em&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/8486558022371868904-8105910068946862045?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8105910068946862045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-i-am-torn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8105910068946862045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/8105910068946862045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-i-am-torn.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-3651377306183314762</id><published>2005-05-21T16:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.450+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: Viashali</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vaishali sweetheart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So afraid we lost you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We went crazy ... with our imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Did you get too drunk at duty free? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Triads kidnapped you at the airport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Retained at Customs... &lt;em&gt;did you bring special indian herbs????&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or... or... or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You changed your mind about comming to NZ and didn't want to leave India!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh nooooo !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Luckily you didn't change your mind....(YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We just missed each other :( Can't believe it stupied airport.. taking away all the seats, and changing it so that we have to stand in a aisle right at the side as opposed to directly in front of you when you arrive. Bah humbug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When HD finally got your number... we were thinking of turning up at your doorstep and kidnapping you... but you were sleeping. hehe enjoy your sleep while you can... you're going need it for the year ahead. Looking foward to it!YAY so happy you're finally here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-3651377306183314762?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3651377306183314762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost-viashali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3651377306183314762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/3651377306183314762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost-viashali.html' title='Lost: Viashali'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2871315400539986720</id><published>2005-05-16T21:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.494+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhi, you smell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhijeet Malik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A farewell party doesn't mean that you're leaving!! especially since your flight isn't due to early june!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An e-mail pops into my inbox. Abhijeet's farewell - well Abhi likes to party. He's just having a party. We had three for Luis last year, Abhi's just doing the same thing. He doesn't leave for another month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I turn up for Abhi's party..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ying&lt;/em&gt; - "So how come a party so early? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abhi &lt;/em&gt;- "I'm leaving next Friday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ying&lt;/em&gt; - "What? No you're not!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abhi &lt;/em&gt;- "Yes I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ying&lt;/em&gt; - "No you're not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abhi&lt;/em&gt; - "Yes I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ying&lt;/em&gt; - "No you're not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For future reference, anyone who's going to leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Please tell me the exact day that you're leaving so I have time to get used to it or you will suffer a dead arm like Abhi currently has. &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/8486558022371868904-2871315400539986720?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2871315400539986720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/abhi-you-smell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2871315400539986720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2871315400539986720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/abhi-you-smell.html' title='Abhi, you smell!'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6614088936045328503</id><published>2005-05-16T21:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.509+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aww we'll miss ya Abhi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your party was a great way to leave off....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although I still say you should drop by Auckland before you fly off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Especially since your flight goes through Auckland before you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why? exactly again aren't you staying for longer?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Grrrrr!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well at least we were blessed with your solo dance to that Asian Lithuanian line dance, with Edris' beautiful harmonious voice in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;However, I'm still trying to figure out, how exactly did we ended up with the night being Nathan's talk show, and since we all know Nathan so well, we know exactly what the topic ended up being for at least the final few hours and everyone just wasn't quite drunk enough yet to comfortably answer his ever so slightly personal questions.... everyone except maybe James... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: &lt;/strong&gt;If you invite Nathan to a party, make sure there's plenty of alchohol on hand, you'll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-6614088936045328503?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6614088936045328503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/aww-well-miss-ya-abhi-your-party-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting up that picture up of AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soju, Soju, and more Soju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That's where it all began...&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/8486558022371868904-217568447795839733?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/217568447795839733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/step-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/217568447795839733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/217568447795839733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/step-down-memory-lane.html' title='A step down memory lane'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/DSC00447-2005.05.10-07.17.27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-7475798825308351734?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7475798825308351734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-aiesec-to-aura-phobia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7475798825308351734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/7475798825308351734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-aiesec-to-aura-phobia.html' title='From AIESEC to Aura - phobia'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4786017644371947207</id><published>2005-05-11T02:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.564+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/AP-2005.05.10-07.10.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/AP-2005.05.10-07.10.36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-4786017644371947207?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4786017644371947207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4786017644371947207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4786017644371947207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/then.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-4458152361657286830</id><published>2005-05-11T02:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.581+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jonny, one of my favourite friends from APLDS Korea 2003 graduated in Oz last year, and then went on to start his own band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I so admire him. Pursued his dream and wasn't weighed down by society and their infactuation with&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; piece of paper. They've played all over the place in melbourne, and they're so gonna go global! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help get their music recorded and released&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They've entered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundcheck.ninemsn.com.au/index.shtml"&gt;Starburst SoundCheck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Click on Listen and vote See the contestants - in alphabetical order and find their band: Aura- phobia or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundcheck.ninemsn.com.au/charts.jsp?fvChart=allbyartist&amp;fvCurPage=2"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcheck.ninemsn.com.au/charts.jsp?fvChart=allbyartist&amp;amp;fvCurPage=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They've got two songs entered &lt;em&gt;The way&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Put the luv in the microwave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their songs and then vote... you can vote once every 24 hours. Voting closes 27 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their website.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.aura-phobia.com/"&gt;http://www.aura-phobia.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and hehe check out their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mv.suflash.com/html/mv5358.php"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;clip that they sent to China. hehe, it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they win, then Jonny can finally come visit me in New Zealand.&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/8486558022371868904-4458152361657286830?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4458152361657286830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/jonny-one-of-my-favourite-friends-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4458152361657286830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/4458152361657286830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/05/jonny-one-of-my-favourite-friends-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-6607536309463127618</id><published>2005-04-25T20:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.599+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell &amp; Adieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/collage7-2005.04.25-01.42.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/collage7-2005.04.25-01.42.37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole, Marky and Alex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving breathless over 2 hours late, reality hits home.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For these three interns it would be the last time I would arrive late to their infamous intern parties. Rushing up the steps, Alex's living room is filled with people. So many hugs, but yet I can't even find any interns. About 15 mins into my arrival my phone begins to ring... Ole is calling. Scrambling through the groups of people, I see a projector. Images flashing of a year gone, and there stands 3 gorgeous interns. Marky, Alex and Ole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I will miss you three so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marky always so relaxed, I will miss your delicious cooking and fantastic taste for wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex my "hilarious" German friend I will miss singing my favourite German song with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole with your Volvo, I will miss your "Perfect" Denmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One last party, all together.&lt;br /&gt;The right music, and a perfect atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Friends from all over, new and old.&lt;br /&gt;We gather together to say goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marky, beautiful as always. Your stories of home, pull me to Prague more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, I hope you enjoyed your inflatable girlfriend that evening, my apologies for telling everyone you smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Ole, the devil of the evening. You and Juha like little drunken girls giggling in the corner. Then the both of you found it absolutly hilarious to bodyslam Simone and I, then steal sleeping bags, all the while spreading rumours in German (yes I found out what you were saying). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be good, Be well. This is not the end. Europe calls me. And I know I will see you all in the distant future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-6607536309463127618?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6607536309463127618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/farewell-adieu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6607536309463127618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/6607536309463127618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/farewell-adieu.html' title='Farewell &amp;amp; Adieu'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-5972227258124269588</id><published>2005-04-25T20:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.615+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/1024/collage4-2005.04.24-22.10.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://yingy.nomadlife.org/hello/1541885/200/collage4-2005.04.24-22.10.52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snapshots of a farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;22.04.05&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486558022371868904-5972227258124269588?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5972227258124269588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/snapshots-of-farewell-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5972227258124269588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/5972227258124269588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/snapshots-of-farewell-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-1218622904236453840</id><published>2005-04-20T18:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.667+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I ask to not be treated like a doormat, instead they call me a feminist"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The other day I was talking with a friend, and she called me a feminist. Me, a feminist? Bra burning, anti-barbie, men hating female. I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Such sterotypes that men and women have to fulfil. Even with this new paradigm shift when men are becoming more metropolitian, and women follow the footsepts of the girls in Sex in the City. Has things really changed? On the surface it's the new trend, but behind closed doors that male is a pussy, and the female's a slapper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Does this frustrate me? Yes of course it bloody hell does! Equality - i don't care male or female lets us be a world of equality and don't tell me that men are equal to women and it's only the women who "suffer" and that's why we have feminists. We just barely hear about it, cause seriously can you imagine a guy holding a men's lib sign, how much hack is he going to get? Males, females conjures up images of what is typical. And what happens when we break out of these images - society is what happens. Labels &amp;amp; stigmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sigh~It really does makes me so mad. Let us embrace democracy. yet ignore it in our every day life. Democracy - The principles of social equality and respect for the individual within a community. Feminism it feels to me is exactly the same thing as democracy, it is just yet another label that society has given us. A label where Feminism is all aboutrah rah women's right? It's much more than that. it's about equality. And under this defintion if you ask me again: am I a feminist? Yeah, I guess I do fall under that category.&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/8486558022371868904-1218622904236453840?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1218622904236453840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-ask-to-not-be-treated-like-doormat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1218622904236453840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/1218622904236453840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-ask-to-not-be-treated-like-doormat.html' title='I ask to not be treated like a doormat, instead they call me a feminist&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486558022371868904.post-2518692752630305699</id><published>2005-04-13T03:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:52:23.701+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dream&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8486558022371868904-2518692752630305699?l=yingykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2518692752630305699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/begin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2518692752630305699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486558022371868904/posts/default/2518692752630305699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yingykong.blogspot.com/2005/04/begin.html' title='Begin'/><author><name>Yingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269198994220572851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jLrpI_u6dq8/TabklqYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yRnjDnvicso/s220/yingpicnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
