<?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-33388119</id><updated>2011-10-10T22:09:21.059+08:00</updated><category term='Australia'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='software'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='mooncake'/><category term='chinese new year'/><category term='concert'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Adelaide'/><category term='music'/><category term='career'/><category term='environment'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='月饼'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Miss Capricious</title><subtitle type='html'>Definition of &lt;i&gt;capricious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 
[Oxford Mini Dictionary] Having sudden changes of mood. &lt;br /&gt;
[Astrology] Loyal, dependable, industrious, determined, meticulous, austere, shrewd, practical.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3796354918052701948</id><published>2009-05-17T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:20:23.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturne campanula love</title><summary type='text'>NocturneArtiste: Hirahara AyakaLyrics: FumikaMelody: F.Chopin / Shiina KunihitoBeautiful song, beautiful voice, beautiful story set in my favourite place Hokkaido.Nakai Kiichi is probably not a very popular or handsome actor, but I personally found him really charismatic in the show.Love, true love is to ask nothing in returnYou are my destined soul mateYour love, adoring eyesWe can see the light</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3796354918052701948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3796354918052701948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3796354918052701948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3796354918052701948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2009/05/nocturne-campanula-love.html' title='Nocturne campanula love'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5817133005404575649</id><published>2009-03-15T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:06:16.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>おくりびと (Okuribito)</title><summary type='text'>It's a film about the dignified job of an embalmer. It never came across to me that an embalmer can play a role in helping to ease the grief of the loved ones. Masahiro Motoki did a very good job portraying the embalmer - his gentle grace and focused mind and utmost respect for the departed when performing the elaborate ritual was really moving. This film's also a combination of seriousness, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5817133005404575649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5817133005404575649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5817133005404575649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5817133005404575649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2009/03/okuribito.html' title='おくりびと (Okuribito)'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-6716167838543589457</id><published>2009-03-12T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:28:55.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Sense</title><summary type='text'> What intrigued me the most about this video clip was that as it progressed, I kept thinking to myself "Wow, this is amazing.. this is very very cool.. this is superb.." I was really in awe of what the researcher had produced. Then at the end of it, I start wondering if this so-called "sixth sense" will rob us of our natural senses. And then we become like the people in the movie Wall-E.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/6716167838543589457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=6716167838543589457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6716167838543589457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6716167838543589457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2009/03/sixth-sense.html' title='Sixth Sense'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5151919538600044466</id><published>2009-02-01T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:11:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ラスト　フレンズ　&lt; Last Friends &gt;</title><summary type='text'>这是一部关于现代人面对复杂情感的日本连续剧。也是在5年里， 第一部让我流泪的爱情故事。。。非常喜欢剧中 Takeru 对 Ruka 的爱。不平凡的爱。。 能存在吗？</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5151919538600044466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5151919538600044466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5151919538600044466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5151919538600044466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='ラスト　フレンズ　&lt; Last Friends &gt;'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5068177836007003018</id><published>2009-01-01T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:37:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><summary type='text'>The past few weeks had been a whirlwind for me and the coming weeks will be the same as well. Work's been crazy. Then I left it behind for Taiwan in a frenzy. The vacation was just as crazy (but enjoyable) such that I covered almost every possible destination there is to cover.  Now that I am back in Singapore, I return to the same amount of crazy workload...Anyway, it's the first day of 2009.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5068177836007003018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5068177836007003018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5068177836007003018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5068177836007003018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-6791680468972743527</id><published>2008-10-27T12:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:16:51.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places..</title><summary type='text'>Since young, I've loved going to the Singapore's Changi airport terminals.Whether I'm going there to catch a flight to some destination, or just to send someone away, the airport is just a very nice place to be at. It does not matter that I live in the other end of Singapore.Love the clean, serene and orderly environment, having MacDonald's while waiting, and the neat rows of bougainvillea on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/6791680468972743527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=6791680468972743527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6791680468972743527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6791680468972743527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-places.html' title='Going places..'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/SQVLVxvZOHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jdK_ZJy1OVk/s72-c/Image032_lsc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-8528272438750348672</id><published>2008-10-03T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:37:14.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be happy</title><summary type='text'>On my way to work today, I met an old uncle on a packed train.He has a head of gray hair. So being a good citizen, I stood up and offered him my seat.Most elderly folks will gladly take the offer but to my surprise, he waved his hand and replied, "I am very healthy. I don't need the seat."It was at this moment did I realise how true that was.Because at a closer look, he was dressed very smartly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/8528272438750348672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=8528272438750348672' title='239 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8528272438750348672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8528272438750348672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-be-happy.html' title='Please be happy'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>239</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3007822909567402390</id><published>2008-08-31T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:10:11.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed but still kicking</title><summary type='text'>It's a record-breaking 3 months since I last posted here. But don't worry, I'm still alive and not giving up on this blog yet =)It had been a hectic 3 months. Tremendously overwhelming. So what have I been up to??Work and more work. It's the first time I am being exposed to the full Software Development Life Cycle (SLDC) in a real work environment. Once the work starts, it's full steam ahead. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3007822909567402390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3007822909567402390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3007822909567402390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3007822909567402390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/08/overwhelmed-but-still-kicking.html' title='Overwhelmed but still kicking'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-8342175233122280240</id><published>2008-05-20T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:29:40.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>为灾民祈福</title><summary type='text'>9天了。 报纸，电视新闻天天都报着四川大地震的消息与死亡人数的增加， 让我天天看了感到非常沮丧。但虽然如此， 报纸与电视上的报道没法让我想象那惨剧有多可怕。直到我看了凤凰电视台刚播放有关四川大地震的一个特备节目： 《陈坚的最后79个小时》。节目里的主持人与工作人员到了四川北川灾区现场， 拍摄走在废墟中寻找着亲人的灾民。 他们呼喊着自己孩子， 妻子， 丈夫的名字， 然后用着双手和原始工具挖掘废墟。 我自己看了几乎都失去了希望。 就在那瞬间，他们发现了陈坚。陈坚是奇迹中的奇迹。 他是在几块大石头腹部向下的被埋着的奇迹生还者。 在那里被埋了3天3夜，我无法想象他是怎么熬过来的。救灾人员与记者都设法帮他维持清醒状态， 时不时对他说了话。记者问他叫什么名，今年几岁。 他说 陈坚， 26岁。啊，和我同岁。 老婆刚怀了孕， 是位年轻的爸爸。他说， 3天3夜里， 一点粮食也没吃到，只是尽量维持身体有水分</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/8342175233122280240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=8342175233122280240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8342175233122280240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8342175233122280240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='为灾民祈福'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-8253344228845841899</id><published>2008-05-03T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:52:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutdown Day</title><summary type='text'>The most important electrical appliance ever invented stopped functioning in my house. Ironically, it is also Shutdown Day (www.shutdownday.org) today. Left without much choice, my family is participating in this involuntarily. It all began last evening.It was late in the night and I had just reached home. When I opened the door, I noticed that the house was unusually quiet. I reckoned either </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/8253344228845841899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=8253344228845841899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8253344228845841899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8253344228845841899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/05/shutdown-day.html' title='Shutdown Day'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-4993700312121380424</id><published>2008-04-27T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:46:16.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo nomination</title><summary type='text'>I was skimming through the junk email folder of my email account one day when I discovered a new message that looked suspiciously "legitimate". I opened the message and it read:"I am writing to let you know that one of your photos has been short-listed for inclusion in the second edition of our Schmap Australia Guide, to be published mid-May 2008...".Turned out that Schmap discovered a photo of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/4993700312121380424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=4993700312121380424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4993700312121380424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4993700312121380424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-nomination.html' title='Photo nomination'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/SBSGm55gPhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zb4qWcTCCBM/s72-c/port_noarlunga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-2057761438035328556</id><published>2008-04-20T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:13:50.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo.. google knows (almost) everything on the web..</title><summary type='text'>Sanity Check: Will the Google revolution engulf IT departments?Spelling danger? or maybe not..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/2057761438035328556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=2057761438035328556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2057761438035328556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2057761438035328556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooo-google-knows-almost-everything-on.html' title='ooo.. google knows (almost) everything on the web..'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/SArBffn-xTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VtkgCJe5QQY/s72-c/197291-500-375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3355374304565944401</id><published>2008-03-11T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:08:19.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>语言</title><summary type='text'>每当在巴士或地铁上闲着没事时， 脑海里就会开始想想下次在博客上该写些什么。奇怪的是， 从思考主题到构思内容的时候， 都喜欢以母语（华语）把思想给表达出来。也不认为自己的母语掌握的很好，但总觉得华语能让我更顺畅的表达出心里话。 这或许和我家庭背景有关吧。 英语呢，它则是我的工作语言。 在工作时, 我只能运用英语向对方沟通。 但或许在不久将来， 我的华语程度可能会更有进步。 因为在公司里， 会有接触到来自大陆的同事的机会。 我刚从他们那儿学到新的IT词汇, 挺酷的！说到这里， 我最近也刚开始上了日语课， 终于实现了读第三语言的梦想了！ 每个礼拜得上两堂夜课。 刚开始时觉得还能顶的住。 不过，工作越来越繁忙， 只希望自己能好好安排时间， 在最短时间内读完初级。 我这也算是亲身体验到半工半读的滋味了吧。好困。。下次再分享读日语的感想吧。。 oyasumi nasai。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3355374304565944401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3355374304565944401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3355374304565944401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3355374304565944401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='语言'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3399058792547449387</id><published>2008-02-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:52:48.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You (The Platters)</title><summary type='text'>Some songs are my favourites simply because they have the uncanny ability to cheer me up instantly."Only You" by The Platters is one of them. Every time the song's triplets start playing at the beginning, it gets me delightfully hyped up. I would sit up, draw a deep breath and prepare to sing along to the first notes of the melody.My ex-colleagues would know. Whenever Lisa plays this on her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3399058792547449387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3399058792547449387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3399058792547449387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3399058792547449387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-you-platters.html' title='Only You (The Platters)'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3445136684948540454</id><published>2008-01-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:44:18.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>回顾2007</title><summary type='text'>2007年是个好年： 可爱的小侄儿出世了； 我的事业也有些小成就。我曾在一本杂志上读到： "The moment you lay eyes on a baby, it'll be love at first sight. And with each passing day, you'll find yourself falling in love again with every little thing the child does." 有意思。能够在小侄儿第一年的成长过程中担任了一些小小的角色， 让我感到欣慰。 家人给他取了个好名； 我们都爱叫他小名"磊磊"。在这一年里，从他婴儿时期到学会翻身，打滚，爬，坐和抓东西， 我都一一的目睹了。 母亲也细心的纪录下他每一天的小小进展。 有时工作忙， 一段时间没见面，就会担心他是否还认得我。 但次次看到我时， 不管多久没见面， </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3445136684948540454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3445136684948540454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3445136684948540454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3445136684948540454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007.html' title='回顾2007'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-674309761836656167</id><published>2008-01-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:53:00.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>MacBook Air unveiled!</title><summary type='text'>Technology is advancing faster than my pay.The recent launch of MacBook Air is evidence to it.When iPhone was released, I longed for it.When iMac was born, I wanted it.Now the lean and sleek Mac Air is an even bigger temptation to me.But thus far, I have yet to own an Apple product :(My recent obsession with Apple does not stem from a need, but more as an enhancement to lifestyle. And why not, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/674309761836656167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=674309761836656167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/674309761836656167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/674309761836656167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2008/01/macbook-air-unveiled.html' title='MacBook Air unveiled!'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/R49lDFu-H6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/GHjk9H5LcOo/s72-c/macbookair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-73783311718964625</id><published>2007-12-19T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:16:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is just round the corner... I'd like to dedicate a song to everyone!After Ken Hirai, K is the only other singer I know whose voice is distinctively unique. Not the kind that everyone will like, but like Ken Hirai, he sings with great techniques. I also enjoy paying attention to the orchestra at the background, especially the violins doing the pizzicato. Oh what will life be without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/73783311718964625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=73783311718964625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/73783311718964625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/73783311718964625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-6140081461818135248</id><published>2007-12-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:18:25.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakarta</title><summary type='text'>Just recently, I was on a business trip to Jakarta. It was my first overseas work assignment and I felt somewhat afraid - afraid of how unsafe Jakarta is. Regardless, I went and returned, and the feeling of being overseas for work and for play is completely different, I must say.I was stuck in the office most of the time. The times when I was out was for meals or to return to the hotel. The hosts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/6140081461818135248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=6140081461818135248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6140081461818135248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6140081461818135248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/12/jakarta.html' title='Jakarta'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/R1_vj1oIR_I/AAAAAAAAANg/Lf0AsdfQE3I/s72-c/Image062_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3333285201749544751</id><published>2007-11-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:50:52.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>让我离开地球表面吧！</title><summary type='text'>最近好多烦恼。 这首五月天的“离开地球表面”正好符合了我的心情。假如能那么干脆， 那该多好！</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3333285201749544751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3333285201749544751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3333285201749544751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3333285201749544751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='让我离开地球表面吧！'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-2976229645532758843</id><published>2007-10-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:16:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 replies by programmers when their programs do not work</title><summary type='text'>20. "That's weird..."  19. "It's never done that before."  18. "It worked yesterday."  17. "How is that possible?"  16. "It must be a hardware problem."  15. "What did you type in wrong to get it to crash?"  14. "There is something funky in your data."  13. "I haven't touched that module in weeks!"  12. "You must have the wrong version."  11. "It's just some unlucky coincidence."  10. "I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/2976229645532758843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=2976229645532758843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2976229645532758843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2976229645532758843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-20-replies-by-programmers-when.html' title='Top 20 replies by programmers when their programs do not work'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-8016856233221189832</id><published>2007-10-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:25:04.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Nightsound</title><summary type='text'>Sunday evenings are usually quiet ones for me. But last Sunday was a little different, I went for a rock concert. Or at least, I assume it was rock, which I will explain a little more along the way.Invited by a friend, XR, who recently became a part of a local band called Nightsound, I found myself in a little black room with about a 100 seats at The Arts House, waiting for the concert to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/8016856233221189832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=8016856233221189832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8016856233221189832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8016856233221189832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/10/nightsound.html' title='Nightsound'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RxN0HpRzt9I/AAAAAAAAANA/A9WVQIB9y4U/s72-c/Image033_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-4693412145696103542</id><published>2007-10-14T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:35:05.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal DNA</title><summary type='text'>  My personalDNA ReportWith this, I think I might make a good lady boss! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/4693412145696103542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=4693412145696103542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4693412145696103542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4693412145696103542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-personal-dna.html' title='My Personal DNA'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-4160017235088377757</id><published>2007-10-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:05:43.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day!</title><summary type='text'>1st Oct used to be one of my favourite days, where we'd attend joyous school concerts on the eve and receive presents from the teachers and best of all enjoy a school holiday!So, even though it's 10.51PM right now, and the day's almost over, and most of you are above-21, I still wanna wish EVERYONE (yes, EVERYONE, as long as you had been a child before ;) )a Happy Children's Day!!Let the child in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/4160017235088377757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=4160017235088377757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4160017235088377757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4160017235088377757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-498744503215754992</id><published>2007-09-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:44:06.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mooncake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='月饼'/><title type='text'>还是喜欢吃那甜甜咸咸的糕点叫月饼</title><summary type='text'>莱佛士皇朝月饼中秋节快到了。 今年我想我也得给家里做一点小贡献， 买些月饼给大家吃。今年也是我初次到 Takashimaya Shopping Centre 正举行的中秋节嘉年华会，去考察一下今年的月饼市场。 场地上到处都是人潮。 很快的， 我也成为了他们的一份子， 开始了我的“试吃月饼行动”。我在场地上先绕了一圈， 品尝了许许多多各种口味， 色彩缤纷的月饼。 今年的中秋月饼制作焦点似乎是“创意”。听说有间酒店餐馆制作出了榴莲月饼， 很香甜也很畅销。 它外层的酥皮包着里头香滑的榴莲馅 (durian paste)， 吃起来口感应该有点像在吃洋式糕点 cream puff 吧。 听起来好像很好吃， 可是在中秋节吃 durian puff 是有点怪怪的吧。另间酒店餐馆（莱佛士皇朝）创造出了有点希奇古怪的黑芝麻斑兰冰皮月饼 (black sesame &amp; pandan snow skin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/498744503215754992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=498744503215754992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/498744503215754992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/498744503215754992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='还是喜欢吃那甜甜咸咸的糕点叫月饼'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RvUYppRzt8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/keglDnEDGM4/s72-c/royalchina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-6938732404472385851</id><published>2007-09-09T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:38:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally 7</title><summary type='text'>Let me introduce an a capella group NATURALLY 7...Didn't believe that was sung a capella? Too perfect? Believe me, I didn't too when I was first introduced to them by a colleague. Watch this one now:Okay, more convinced. Now check out this SOLID performance:This is probably one of the most solid sounding a capella group I've ever heard.http://www.n7house.de/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/6938732404472385851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=6938732404472385851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6938732404472385851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6938732404472385851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/09/naturally-7.html' title='Naturally 7'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5002734631829188038</id><published>2007-09-05T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:20:27.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>王力宏 - 我们的歌 (Lee Hom - Our Song)</title><summary type='text'>Just bought Lee Hom's latest album. 我们的歌: my current favourite song :DKinda like the drums and the beat and the electric guitar and the piano and the lyrics and the melody and... the singer :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5002734631829188038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5002734631829188038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5002734631829188038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5002734631829188038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/09/lee-hom-our-song.html' title='王力宏 - 我们的歌 (Lee Hom - Our Song)'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-7685697191376706796</id><published>2007-09-01T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:04:59.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><title type='text'>Great software inventions.</title><summary type='text'>In my opinion, some of the greatest software inventions of our time are:email,search,instant messenger,youtube on the Internet;and sms on mobile devices.I can send all kinds of documents to people in an email.I can learn so much of just about any topic of interest with a search engine.I can do real-time technical diagnostics with a co-worker located thousands of miles away, in a different time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/7685697191376706796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=7685697191376706796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7685697191376706796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7685697191376706796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-software-inventions.html' title='Great software inventions.'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-1027050273985350980</id><published>2007-08-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:54:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>这是否是 price discrimination? (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>我上了美容院， 开始了美容配套的第一次facial。在护肤的当儿中， 美容师开始向我推销产品； 是一种对油性皮肤有益的冰凉面膜 (cooling mask)。美容师一边替我护肤，一边解释面膜的神奇作用。因为刚下班， 所以我一边听，一边开始打盹。 她说什么， 我就应她什么。是在听， 但有时觉得懒惰就只回应她简单的一句OK。 最重要的几点，我有听进耳： 用一次cooling mask须付$53， 买一桶cooling mask (能用上10次) 只付$165。老天爷！ 又乱开价， 这价格差异实在太离谱了！ 我好气。。。 但只默默地回答OK~ (“知道了， 让我考虑”的意思)。开始涂上面膜了。 美容师拿了跟上次一样的面膜搅均匀后就把它涂在脸上。 之后, 又涂上了一层另种面膜。 我觉得奇怪， 便问她：“这是什么面膜，跟上次一样吗？” 她回答说：“是cooling mask啰。”我差点跳了起来。 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/1027050273985350980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=1027050273985350980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1027050273985350980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1027050273985350980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/08/price-discrimination-part-2.html' title='这是否是 price discrimination? (part 2)'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-6655251146850454479</id><published>2007-08-21T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:58:25.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>这是否是 price discrimination?</title><summary type='text'>妈妈常对我说女孩子要趁年轻时学会保养。    工作了一年多的我， 终于有能力来支付自己喜欢的美容配套 (facial package)。    大概是一或两个月前， 我难得下班后有空， 就到新达城去逛一逛。没想到一踏进大厅我就被一位美容销售员给停下了脚步。之后， 我想你也猜得到，我以新顾客的身份， 用优惠价跟销售员买下了一次的美容经验来试试。    我上了美容院， 用掉了所买下的一次美容。 感觉还不错，蛮喜欢的。可没想到好戏竟在后头。美容师把我带进她经理的办公室说想和我谈谈购买美容配套的事。经理解释说因我是新顾客，我能以同样的优惠价购买无数次的美容作为配套。我想了想，觉得需要多点时间考虑。 可经理却说这优惠只限于当天购买，之后就以原价出售。我好奇地问了她原价多少，天啊，原价竟比优惠价贵了整40%！    我立刻在脑海里做了些计算。 最后决定买下了能用足一年的配套。虽然是以优惠价买了配套，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/6655251146850454479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=6655251146850454479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6655251146850454479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6655251146850454479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/08/price-discrimination-part-1.html' title='这是否是 price discrimination?'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-8820380555555786995</id><published>2007-08-12T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:04:46.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Tour de Oz - Melbourne Highlights</title><summary type='text'>MELBOURNE (1 - 6 June 2007)This is the last installment of my Tour de Oz series ;-)We finally arrived at Melbourne airport on Friday morning. No doubt the air was cooler than that in Adelaide, but the sun shone fiercely in the clear blue sky. I wrapped myself in a scarf and put on my sunglasses. The weather was a total opposite of what we experienced in Adelaide.     Melbourne. I heard about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/8820380555555786995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=8820380555555786995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8820380555555786995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8820380555555786995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/08/tour-de-oz-melbourne-highlights.html' title='Tour de Oz - Melbourne Highlights'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/Rr7ezPEoe5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BEtIufe4064/s72-c/IMG_0865_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5395133788078869670</id><published>2007-08-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:27:47.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adelaide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Tour de Oz - Adelaide Highlights</title><summary type='text'>ADELAIDE (30 - 31 May 2007)We left Sydney for Adelaide. Before leaving, my god-aunt warned us of rainy and cold weather at Adelaide. I didn't mind it that much. For me, I love cold weather and so the colder the better. But now I take back my words because I fell terribly ill with a cold the moment the plane touched down at Adelaide airport.Luckily my cold subsided in a day, but the rain continued</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5395133788078869670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5395133788078869670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5395133788078869670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5395133788078869670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/08/tour-de-oz-adelaide-highlights.html' title='Tour de Oz - Adelaide Highlights'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RrV9kfEoegI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pD-lA__pizI/s72-c/P1060911_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3919859535894166460</id><published>2007-07-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:45:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de Oz - Sydney Highlights</title><summary type='text'>SYDNEY (26 ~ 29 May 2007)We were greeted by the warmth of the sun and the cool of the wind when we arrived at the Sydney Airport. It was very lovely weather and I couldn't wait to start my 12-day tour in Australia.Four days at Sydney. What I really like about Sydney is the beautiful harbour at its city centre. Without the pretty harbour that buzzes with life, the city will look just like any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3919859535894166460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3919859535894166460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3919859535894166460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3919859535894166460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/07/tour-de-oz-sydney-highlights.html' title='Tour de Oz - Sydney Highlights'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RqtSSum5xiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nahSI8dQYC0/s72-c/P1060817_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-7900488817889756215</id><published>2007-07-01T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:41:03.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CommunicAsia 2007 (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>What happens after CommunicAsia was that we continued to be busy with follow-ups. Anyway, it's Sunday today so I am going to try to write something here.I visited other booths whenever I got the chance to. It was more of browsing at new phone models and collecting freebies than anything else. It would probably do me more good to look at other cool innovations / solutions but didn't have time.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/7900488817889756215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=7900488817889756215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7900488817889756215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7900488817889756215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/07/communicasia-2007-part-2.html' title='CommunicAsia 2007 (Part 2)'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RodWir6DbPI/AAAAAAAAACs/fYlp00uLmJo/s72-c/Image152_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-4330956866340796496</id><published>2007-06-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:47:40.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CommunicAsia 2007</title><summary type='text'>I have been to several fairs, mostly career and book fairs, both large and small. But I have never really been to one that's professionally organized for businesses and professionals.My company is exhibiting our product currently at CommunicAsia 2007. I am manning one of our 3 booths we have there, with another colleague. This meant that we had to introduce, talk about, explain, interest, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/4330956866340796496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=4330956866340796496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4330956866340796496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4330956866340796496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/06/communicasia-2007.html' title='CommunicAsia 2007'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5593883921928099311</id><published>2007-06-11T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:15:00.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Back from Oz</title><summary type='text'>Greetings everyone! I'm back from the land Down Under.For me to write this, it shows that I didn't get very lost at the domestic airport terminals, hee hee.I had a wonderful time there, visiting friends and relatives and friends of friends and friends of relatives and relatives of friends and... my oh my, I never expected to meet so many people there. I guess people there are just mighty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5593883921928099311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5593883921928099311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5593883921928099311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5593883921928099311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-oz.html' title='Back from Oz'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-2510569469010903290</id><published>2007-05-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:17:31.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Stress and excitement.</title><summary type='text'>I have been under some stress the past few months due to a coming product launch in mid-June. The bad thing is that I'd applied leave for my end-of-May vacation before the product launch deadline was announced. The good thing is that I am still allowed to keep my leave. Altogether, this means that I'll have to complete my work and ensure that everything is in good form before I leave for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/2510569469010903290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=2510569469010903290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2510569469010903290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2510569469010903290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress-and-excitement.html' title='Stress and excitement.'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-6254070677080588515</id><published>2007-04-29T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:01:59.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>There are two kinds of...</title><summary type='text'>... Blogger. One who blogs frequently, one who doesn't.Obviously, I belong to the latter.Apologies for disappearing for 2+ weeks. I think writing (or blogging for that matter) is akin to a computer system. No input, no output. I'm only able to write when I have something in my head. I only have something in my head if some external stimuli provokes me. So busy I have been with work that I've been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/6254070677080588515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=6254070677080588515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6254070677080588515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/6254070677080588515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-two-kinds-of.html' title='There are two kinds of...'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-1623062136539666759</id><published>2007-04-07T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:35:22.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How mobile phones can change the world</title><summary type='text'>Mobile phones are now ubiquitous entities.Leveraging on this ubiquity, we might be able to do all the things that we can do, anytime and anywhere, while on the go!Will this happen?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/1623062136539666759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=1623062136539666759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1623062136539666759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1623062136539666759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-mobile-phones-can-change-world.html' title='How mobile phones can change the world'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-7365551795334654261</id><published>2007-04-01T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:23:58.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My interns</title><summary type='text'>Since June last year, I had been assigned as advisor to 2 batches of interns at my company. They're from my alma mater too.I couldn't help the first batch very much as I was still a greenhorn myself. The second and current batch, are more like my team mates, working with me on projects. They also happen to be my students when I was a TA for CS1104 :o)They had to submit an interim report and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/7365551795334654261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=7365551795334654261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7365551795334654261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7365551795334654261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-interns.html' title='My interns'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-253818290568104215</id><published>2007-03-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:52:12.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Science is totally happening.</title><summary type='text'>My alma mater is advertising for the next intake.And my boss was featured :)Read here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/253818290568104215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=253818290568104215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/253818290568104215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/253818290568104215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/03/computer-science-is-totally-happening.html' title='Computer Science is totally happening.'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RgUpzBhFByI/AAAAAAAAACk/amei30i1sUU/s72-c/open-house.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-1903521335991449114</id><published>2007-03-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:12:55.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute song!</title><summary type='text'>Love songs are usually slow, melancholic and sad.Recently came across one that's kinda cute, upbeat and hopeful.I like this one by David Tao and Jolin - 今天你要嫁给我  ;-)PS: Karen.. I think you'll like this song.. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/1903521335991449114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=1903521335991449114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1903521335991449114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1903521335991449114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/03/cute-song.html' title='Cute song!'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-7388904642934585854</id><published>2007-03-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:04:39.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><summary type='text'>Interviewer: What makes you a successful CEO?CEO: By making the right decisions.Interviewer: And what does it take to make the right decisions?CEO: By making the wrong decisions.Assuming the above is true, maybe I can be a CEO one day :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/7388904642934585854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=7388904642934585854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7388904642934585854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7388904642934585854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/03/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-5023890191257009635</id><published>2007-03-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:25:22.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuih Balu (cont')</title><summary type='text'>"According to a native Indonesian, the original name of the cake is kuih bulu. Then again, how would I know if this is truly original? ... "- from "Kuih Balu (13 February 2007)"It turns out that I'm right. Another native Indonesian from Jakarta told me the original name of the cake is kuih bolu.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/5023890191257009635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=5023890191257009635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5023890191257009635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/5023890191257009635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/03/kuih-balu-cont.html' title='Kuih Balu (cont&apos;)'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-1995532367867428351</id><published>2007-03-14T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:29:45.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A compliment</title><summary type='text'>An elderly lady commented that I was a 乖孩子 (a good child) through her daughter, Sophia.I surprised myself when I replied Sophia, "Hope that was a compliment!".As far as I know, being a 乖孩子 benefits the people around me the most. Because a 乖孩子 is so susceptible to being taken advantage of.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/1995532367867428351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=1995532367867428351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1995532367867428351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/1995532367867428351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/03/compliment.html' title='A compliment'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-2079333240135623105</id><published>2007-02-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:34:59.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><summary type='text'>Over the Chinese New Year weekend, I watched the second half of An Inconvenient Truth on DVD (read about it here).All the news about global warming from the media should get us sitting on our chair's edge. This film neatly summarizes the problems global warming is causing, and how the culprits of global warming - you and I - can help stop it.It was a great film. I admire Al Gore, the presenter of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/2079333240135623105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=2079333240135623105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2079333240135623105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2079333240135623105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/02/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/ReWfqm34gjI/AAAAAAAAACE/r8XU94iZ8Ig/s72-c/inconvenientTruthPoster_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-4822325155533846674</id><published>2007-02-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:36:29.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertising for GMail</title><summary type='text'>I like Google.Enjoy this cute video :^)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/4822325155533846674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=4822325155533846674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4822325155533846674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/4822325155533846674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/02/advertising-for-gmail.html' title='Advertising for GMail'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-9011217606976972571</id><published>2007-02-18T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:14:35.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><title type='text'>新年快乐！</title><summary type='text'>The new year begins with a piece of good news!Sis-in-law gave birth to cute baby nephew on 15th Feb 2007.That makes me a new aunt! :D家里刚添了个小宝宝。小侄儿在 2007年 2月15日 早晨出世。小侄儿选在靠近农历新年出生使得我们大家忙得要命，尤其是爸爸妈妈。不过, 我们也忙得开心。^_^在这欢乐的气氛里, 我想祝愿大家:吉祥如意步步高升财源广进发大财！合家安康, 新年快乐。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/9011217606976972571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=9011217606976972571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/9011217606976972571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/9011217606976972571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐！'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/Rdf2of5UWYI/AAAAAAAAABU/bf9ek71q3HY/s72-c/P1050959_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-7351265800919364109</id><published>2007-02-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:12:43.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Kuih Balu</title><summary type='text'>I was out shopping for Chinese New Year goodies when I realised what a joke was made out of my mom's favourite cake.Mom was making a special lookout for this sort of small tea cake, because my brothers loved it too. It's a shame that I didn't know what it is called, until now. I only remember my aunt used to give a lot of these to us when we were small. Mom said it's called kuih balu, or 鸡蛋糕.We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/7351265800919364109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=7351265800919364109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7351265800919364109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7351265800919364109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/02/kuih-balu.html' title='Kuih Balu'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RdHTO_5UWXI/AAAAAAAAABI/3lCrYwlUxMU/s72-c/Image008_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-7044130482351198385</id><published>2007-02-04T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:51:57.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Wives</title><summary type='text'>A colleague emailed me some quotes about "wives".My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.Rodney DangerfieldA good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.Milton BerleThe most effective way to remember your wife's birthdayis to forget it once...AnonymousWhen a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.Sacha GuitrySo bad!2 more that caught my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/7044130482351198385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=7044130482351198385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7044130482351198385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/7044130482351198385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/02/wives.html' title='Wives'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-2103199010166411733</id><published>2007-01-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:03:47.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ayam Penyet House</title><summary type='text'>This morning I read in the Straits Times about how Google serves gloriously delicious and healthy free lunch for its employees (check out the pics here!).It's an attempt to keep the employees satisfied during working hours which in turn improves productivity.And I totally agree with it!Lunch time is a great stress buster; it's timeout from all that coding to let the eyes (and tummy) rest on food,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/2103199010166411733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=2103199010166411733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2103199010166411733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2103199010166411733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/01/ayam-penyet-house.html' title='Ayam Penyet House'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RbypFmVQYaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Yx0e5BQc24A/s72-c/Image052_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-3104379886362596273</id><published>2007-01-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:42:03.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Career search</title><summary type='text'>I'd been to several job interviews in the past several months and came to realise that job searching can be a rather complex process. I attribute this to the current buoyant job market.The good job market offers plenty of opportunites, which can only be a good thing for job seekers. But opportunities aplenty means more choices; more choices means some decision making has to be done.Ideally, I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/3104379886362596273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=3104379886362596273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3104379886362596273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/3104379886362596273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/01/career-search.html' title='Career search'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-759660322715706334</id><published>2007-01-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:58:49.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy food</title><summary type='text'>In food courts, a cup of Coke costs $1+; a cup of freshly squeezed fruit juice costs $2+.In supermarkets, a loaf of soft white bread costs $1.40; a loaf of wholegrain bread "enriched with vitamins and minerals" and endorsed by the Healthier Choice logo costs around $2.In wet markets, a huge bunch of bananas that looks to expire within a day is going at $1; a bunch of bananas that looks otherwise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/759660322715706334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=759660322715706334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/759660322715706334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/759660322715706334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/01/healthy-food.html' title='Healthy food'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-622207140018021238</id><published>2007-01-05T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:13:38.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>New year resolutions</title><summary type='text'>The word resolutions casts a different effect on different people. The people I know are either against it, or, are neutral about it.The people against it probably do so for either of two reasons: the word resolutions is degenerating to cliché, or, they simply aren't into setting goals.I belong to the neutral group. The word, as it is, is fine to me; and I think setting goals is quite a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/622207140018021238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=622207140018021238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/622207140018021238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/622207140018021238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New year resolutions'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-8615552130648039121</id><published>2007-01-03T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T10:45:30.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year wishes for 2007</title><summary type='text'>I just realised how unprepared I am for the new year.I have not printed my new table calendar nor updated my organizer. I also have not thought about resolutions.Anyway.Godsis sent me a very nice and simple sms on New Year's day:Peace in your heartJoy in your soulContentment in your lifeWarmth in your homeMay you always be blessed with these timeless treasures.Which pretty much summarises my new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/8615552130648039121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=8615552130648039121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8615552130648039121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/8615552130648039121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-wishes-for-2007.html' title='New year wishes for 2007'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-2575181675714033781</id><published>2006-12-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:34:37.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie</title><summary type='text'>I spent the Christmas weekend reading the book "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom.The book is a dialogue between the author, Mitch, and his dying professor, Morrie. Because of mom's illness, I could relate with some of the emotions and issues mentioned. Because of my immaturity, I couldn't fully comprehend some of the insights shared.Nonetheless, I was drawn to the book's honest, personal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/2575181675714033781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=2575181675714033781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2575181675714033781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/2575181675714033781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title='Tuesdays with Morrie'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zWvvibt_Rw8/RZJlydsdB1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LQrMYuF8vlY/s72-c/tuesdayswithmorrie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116702615036941571</id><published>2006-12-25T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T13:56:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas, everyone :DSelamat Hari Natal!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116702615036941571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116702615036941571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116702615036941571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116702615036941571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116676179900699021</id><published>2006-12-22T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T16:03:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi padang</title><summary type='text'>The bad thing about having a bunch of Indonesian colleagues is that I often get labelled as the "foreigner".The good thing about it is that I get free lessons on Bahasa Indonesia, and to appreciate nasi padang food.The Salero Bundo Padang nearby is one of our favourite nasi padang haunt for lunch. I learnt that nasi is rice and padang is a place in Indonesia. Here're some pictures:So much chilli!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116676179900699021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116676179900699021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116676179900699021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116676179900699021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/nasi-padang.html' title='Nasi padang'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116649547800497148</id><published>2006-12-19T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:15:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days</title><summary type='text'>It's been raining and rainy days always get me down. Travelling becomes a hassle and the laundry wouldn't dry.But, it's rather enjoyable walking in the rain, complete with a comfortable ensemble of long sleeves, short skirt, flip flops.And a nice jazz album :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116649547800497148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116649547800497148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116649547800497148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116649547800497148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116617898680234623</id><published>2006-12-15T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:38:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.streetdirectory.com</title><summary type='text'>I had to make a trip to DSTA.As always, I checked www.streetdirectory.com for directions.The website returned me [bus1, mrt, bus2, walk] as the route to my destination.But somehow, my "brilliant" memory told me that maybe I could just take one direct bus there from home. I checked SMRT's website for that bus and sure, my new route has been shortened to [bus2, walk].Hm, I wonder how many detours I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116617898680234623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116617898680234623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116617898680234623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116617898680234623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/wwwstreetdirectorycom.html' title='www.streetdirectory.com'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116610857557629186</id><published>2006-12-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:07:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Awards 2006</title><summary type='text'>The only thing that fascinated me at the Star Awards was this question: What makes a good actor/actress? It fascinated me because the question popped up several times at the Awards and no one gave a neat answer. It's also fascinating because I have a friend who told me he wanted to be a star :D So I came up with my own criteria, from the point of view of an audience/fan.A good actor/actress must:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116610857557629186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116610857557629186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116610857557629186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116610857557629186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/star-awards-2006.html' title='Star Awards 2006'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116580431993405657</id><published>2006-12-11T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:10:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelong learning</title><summary type='text'>My parents were wondering out loud to me yesterday.(f= father, m=mother)f: 悦, I'd like to do further studies.qy: Mm hm. What would you like to study?m: Medicine.qy: [blink blink] Okay..m: A GP (general practitioner)?f: What, no. A surgeon.f: [looks at me] Will you sponsor me? :)m: Wow, you'll be 70 by then.---My father, a 70-year-old surgeon? Very cool.I'd send my father to medical school right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116580431993405657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116580431993405657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116580431993405657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116580431993405657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/lifelong-learning.html' title='Lifelong learning'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116567754105553328</id><published>2006-12-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:00:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><summary type='text'>I had a chat with my father sometime back. He left me something that still rings in my heart.“人生道路上要有朋友。人生其一大幸福是能够交到毫无居心，一年见不到几次面也能找时间坐下聊聊心事的知心朋友。”Allow me to translate."Friendship is one of the greatest gifts in our lives. To have friends who are devoid of intentions, whom you may rarely meet, but whom you can still have a heart-to-heart talk when you do meet, is a real blessing."How true.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116567754105553328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116567754105553328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116567754105553328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116567754105553328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116541772074220477</id><published>2006-12-06T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:52:23.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First marathon</title><summary type='text'>I was at the Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore 2006 last Sunday with my colleagues. We took part in the 10km race. My boss, the fit one, did the half-marathon.I started the race a little flustered. Some of my colleagues were late; some forgot to bring the all-important bib; finally, we lost one another in the midst of thousands of others. Before I knew it, the race began. I guess I started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116541772074220477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116541772074220477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116541772074220477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116541772074220477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-marathon.html' title='First marathon'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116495536083097122</id><published>2006-12-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:59:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky ideas</title><summary type='text'>My colleagues and I were having an informal project discussion yesterday. There came a point when we needed to think of a meaningful name for a menu item that will reset the application back to its original state. We ended up with lotsa wacky, nonsensical ideas. Here're some:Delete all Settings (quite boring)Reset to default factory settings (also boring)Rebirth (cool)Be Reborned (hmm..)Delete (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116495536083097122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116495536083097122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116495536083097122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116495536083097122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/12/wacky-ideas.html' title='Wacky ideas'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116489890753003901</id><published>2006-11-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:01:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat King Cole Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is Nat King Cole day because Lisa brought her Nat King Cole CD collection. The soothing voice of NKC played softly on Anton's exceptional speakers throughout the day.Some observations after a whole day of NKC in my ears. NKC's songs - music, voice, lyrics, co-singers - mainly evoke feelings of romantic-ism. If you're feeling romantic right now, playing NKC can make you in the mood for more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116489890753003901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116489890753003901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116489890753003901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116489890753003901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/11/nat-king-cole-day.html' title='Nat King Cole Day'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116477158200135849</id><published>2006-11-29T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:47:31.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Christmasy Mood..</title><summary type='text'>...I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...I'm not actually dreaming of a White Christmas right now. It's my colleague, Anton. He has been playing Christmas songs since the beginning of Nov. He got us all in a Christmasy mood all over now by playing Neri Per Caso's  a capella version of White Christmas through his ultra powerful speakers. The songs make us feel warm in our freezing cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116477158200135849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116477158200135849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116477158200135849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116477158200135849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-christmasy-mood.html' title='In a Christmasy Mood..'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116455110790343880</id><published>2006-11-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:45:14.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><summary type='text'>There are a few good things that have happened in my life which have given me great satisfaction:1. Obtaining excellent results in my O Levels without tuition2. Teaching my students at my alma mater in the 6 months before University lessons commenced3. Obtaining a good Honours degree in Computer Science without any prior IT backgroundNow, I can add one more:4. Purchasing what I really need from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116455110790343880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116455110790343880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116455110790343880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116455110790343880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/11/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388119.post-116023286118118799</id><published>2006-10-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:26:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back because I miss writing dearly.</title><summary type='text'>Dear friends,I have finally overcome my year-long procrastination to start my own blog.For the uninformed, I used to host my personal website on my University's (now my alma mater) Sun servers, which was free service to all students. Unfortunately, the free service does not continue with my status being upgraded to an alumni. I finally settled down with blogspot which is free, easy-to-use and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/feeds/116023286118118799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33388119&amp;postID=116023286118118799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116023286118118799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33388119/posts/default/116023286118118799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscapricious.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-because-i-miss-writing-dearly.html' title='I&apos;m back because I miss writing dearly.'/><author><name>Miss Capricious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290003379667417872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7090/3665/320/IMG_0419_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
