<?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-3265591</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:07:48.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Always</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes Always, Definitely Maybe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-113591418503118161</id><published>2005-12-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:43:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear 2005,Words here will probably outlive me in the blogospheric wilderness. Thank you for the highs and lows. I am also ever grateful for everything good/balanced that has come my way and for all these that you have given me.Films: 빈집 (3 Iron), 김기덕 Kim Di-duk; Cafe Lumiere《咖啡时光》, 侯孝賢 Hou Hsiao Hsien; いま、会いにゆきます  (Be With You) , 土井裕泰 Nobuhiro Doi Gigs : DJ Craze, DJ MarkyBest Interview: Kid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113591418503118161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113591418503118161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113591418503118161' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-113462199828334872</id><published>2005-12-15T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:48:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am grateful for small things in life. I don't usually check out the CineClub screenings at Alliance Francaise and it was a really pleasant surprise to know that they are screening a film that I have waited four years to catch on the big screen again.(Princes et Princesses) by Michel Ocelot. Silhouette animation.As much as I am tempted to put the picture up here, I am resisting and I am deciding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113462199828334872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113462199828334872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113462199828334872' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-113220557861125819</id><published>2005-11-17T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:32:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For lunch today, I had (Heard It All Before Remix) DJ Marky vs Sunshine Anderson - repeat.Yes it's Dego (4 Hero) this Friday. Too many events, too little time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113220557861125819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113220557861125819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113220557861125819' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-113220502528846158</id><published>2005-11-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:23:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>实...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113220502528846158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113220502528846158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113220502528846158' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-113220490667847580</id><published>2005-11-12T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:21:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Beautiful Noise.I am referring to drum 'n' bass. I always find it ironic that such cacophony actually calms me down so much.Nevermind that I was tired. I held on until 4.30am. Towards the end, he played those tunes that really made me smile.Thank you Marky.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113220490667847580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/113220490667847580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113220490667847580' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112988342468253925</id><published>2005-10-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:30:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It isn't happening. The switch. After holding my breath for so long, my face is now blue. Why is it so difficult for me? I have been in this situation for four years now. Other than swallowing my pride to go on, is there something I can do to ease myself?So why I am struggling? Because of my stubborn refusal to "play the game"? Or is it simply just bad karma? The harsh truth is that the modern </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112988342468253925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112988342468253925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112988342468253925' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112684042927568032</id><published>2005-09-13T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:13:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I often wonder if there's really a price to everything. Especially at the workplace. How much is one's dignity worth? Is there really a thing as respect?Anyway, it's decided that I would be flying to Japan to see red leaves in Kyoto come early November. I have been lucky enough to go to Japan in spring to see cherry blossoms in full bloom and I would never have imagined that I would be going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112684042927568032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112684042927568032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112684042927568032' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112590902232220423</id><published>2005-09-04T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:30:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After three interviews, two reasoning tests and a mind-boggling personality test. I am holding my breath...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112590902232220423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112590902232220423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112590902232220423' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112532636915304400</id><published>2005-08-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:43:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I grew up from a poor family. Since young, I have always identifed myself as part of the "proleteriat".I still feel the same now. I never clamoured to be the really rich and famous. In my course of work, part of it is learning and understanding the lifestyles of the well-off (or the "privileged"). My own preoccupation with my own social status has always made me feel awkward. This same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112532636915304400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112532636915304400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112532636915304400' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112494746462706824</id><published>2005-08-21T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:48:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There were times when I really wonder if I should stop writing in this blog altogether. I guess the time has come again for me to ponder about the reasons for writing.Why am I writing? Who am I writing for? If I were to stop, should I delete this blog? Who's reading this? Does this blog make any difference in other people's lives?Why am I writing?I really have no freaking idea. I think I lead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112494746462706824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112494746462706824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494746462706824' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112494599914478130</id><published>2005-08-21T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:01:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How does going to a drum 'n' bass gig give one lessons about branding?I have never seen Home being so packed before. Is it because Goldie was playing? Suddenly, I see lotsa people whom I have never seen at other drum 'n' bass gigs before. Is this good or bad, I really have no idea. Yes, I do hope that the drum 'n' bass scene gets more supporters and that our folks from Home get some decent cover </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112494599914478130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112494599914478130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494599914478130' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112494500695020013</id><published>2005-08-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:44:58.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Japanese summer in Singapore. This is my fourth time at the Bon Odori (Japanese Summer Festival).It's an event which I look forward to every year but attending this year's festival has seriously made me and my friends think about not going to another for good.It's getting way to crowded - maybe only half the amount of people attended the very first Bon Odori that I went to. The queues for food is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112494500695020013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112494500695020013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494500695020013' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112444429638522797</id><published>2005-08-18T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:38:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's Goldie playing in Singapore. For all the drum 'n' bass fans who's been holding their breath, it's finally happening.It's always difficult to score for a recorded interview with the "superstar" DJs hence it's within my expectations that it wouldn't be happening. I am sure that the fee to bring him in would been hefty and kudos to those people who made it happen.This man created alot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112444429638522797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112444429638522797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112444429638522797' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112417996569891622</id><published>2005-08-16T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:12:45.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I really think that whats worse than getting 'No' is not even getting an answer at all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112417996569891622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112417996569891622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112417996569891622' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112410420682262685</id><published>2005-08-15T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:14:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What happens if you discover that you have a fundamental weakness/flaw that prevents you from achieving true greatness and that you could never overcome it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112410420682262685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112410420682262685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112410420682262685' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112383765445144540</id><published>2005-08-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:12:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's interesting how we could have got two DMC World champions in town over a span of a few days. Just one day after interviewing A-trak, I found myself with DJ Craze who holds the honour of winning three titles back to back. This is also the first time I am doing back to back interviews with DJs from different gigs and different clubs.This is really good timing, as I plotted to have this angle -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112383765445144540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112383765445144540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112383765445144540' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112383610644116285</id><published>2005-08-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:46:51.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Flow Show at DXO has upping their gears. After watching Kid Koala there few weeks earlier, we now have A-trak in town. A-trak was the famous kid (see my earlier post on Thursday, 23 September, 2004) who won the Technics World DMC title when he was fifteen - the age when you weren't even legally allowed to enter a club.Kid KoalaIt's not hard to see why he's such a great DJ, you can really feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112383610644116285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112383610644116285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112383610644116285' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112382730625415356</id><published>2005-08-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:01:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coincidence? Just when I wrote about wanting to watch (The Wayward Cloud)《天边一朵云》 for next year's SIFF, Cathay actually decided to bring it in. I haven't been out for the past three weekends. Was just happy getting holed up at home watching DVDs that I borrowed from Esplanade library. Been trying to borrow a mixture of different types of film but it's very skewered towards old Samurai movies (lots</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112382730625415356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112382730625415356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112382730625415356' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112296402124200581</id><published>2005-08-02T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:27:01.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had learnt that someone I knew has a grave illness now and it's saddened me greatly. That night when I was home after hearing the news, I put (Winter) on auto-repeat so that the pianos would be able to lead me into slumber.I have alot of respect for this person, not because he's someone who leads a company but because he's someone who has been very honourable, humble and sincere. I have utmost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112296402124200581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112296402124200581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112296402124200581' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112296292012372128</id><published>2005-08-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:08:40.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a really busy stretch, the workload is slightly more manageable now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112296292012372128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112296292012372128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112296292012372128' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112200911540242767</id><published>2005-07-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T13:15:11.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never felt the need to be so alone in my life before.There's this marketing partner whom I used to work with way back and we ended up being friends as time went by. She was kind enough to ask me out for "drinks" (I am a zero-alcohol person hence the " ") and she close a popular place near my office. It was packed and everyone looked happy and so ready to party even though it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112200911540242767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112200911540242767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112200911540242767' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112200814412080400</id><published>2005-07-19T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:55:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not a professional film review, but by someone who caught the film as a normal film-goer. This part rung on me...On (Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind),"What I really admire about the movie is the theme of it, and that is that just because a relationship doesn't work out in the end, it doesn't mean that it was time wasted. Sure, there are certain memories we wish would go away somehow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112200814412080400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112200814412080400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112200814412080400' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112200978683139575</id><published>2005-07-18T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:49:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what's "keeping it real"?Ice-T talking about "keeping it real". What's real? He's no longer in the ghettos and I am sure he commands a huge fee for his little visit to Zouk. Why's he talking about bitches, about what kinda sex he's getting and "need for some serious pussy"? Would it be "real" if you were still living "straight outta Compton" (pun intended) and not deciding to cut an album </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112200978683139575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112200978683139575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112200978683139575' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112135312459922351</id><published>2005-07-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:29:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>喜中带忧,暗中有光怎么度,怎么量田野山岗美丽之下的凄凉(无常) 王菲Beautifully oxymoronic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112135312459922351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112135312459922351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112135312459922351' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112105693551994301</id><published>2005-07-10T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:44:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another carpark rooftop party. The last rooftop party was at Shaw (Beach Road), the heat and humidity really put the crowd off. Since the venue wasn't really meant for partying, the crowd's dancing made the concrete floor vibrate. It really made alot of people feel like the ground was going to give way and they will all die in the Singapore's first and worst clubbing disaster.This time round, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112105693551994301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112105693551994301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112105693551994301' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112071425667256186</id><published>2005-07-07T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:34:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't been going out for lunch for much of the week. Just feel like staying in the office to blog. I must say that I have really grown to like the peace and quiet stillness.While I was thinking of Ozu's quote yesterday, it bought back memories of (Cafe Lumiere)《咖啡时光》, film by Hou Hsiao Hsien 侯孝賢 to mark the 100th anniversary of the birth of director Yasujiro Ozu. To me, what's so amazing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112071425667256186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112071425667256186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112071425667256186' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112062653963057814</id><published>2005-07-06T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:54:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This ain't written by me. It's written by someone else over eleven years ago. ... on people.A lot of us are just skimming the surface of life, colliding with one another but afraid to connect, afraid to care. If we lose all our money we can always start over. But if we get hurt, that's another story.How true is that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112062653963057814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112062653963057814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112062653963057814' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112060589338211989</id><published>2005-07-06T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T07:27:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waking up early to finish transcribing the Kid Koala interview. I must not let my emotions get in the way of doing a good job for what I love. Even if no one reads it, at least I have done my best.I hope that they will give me more time so that I can write a proper blurb for Nowax.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112060589338211989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112060589338211989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112060589338211989' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112053920732367609</id><published>2005-07-05T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:57:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanting to watch (The Skywalk is Gone)《天桥不见了》 (Tsai Ming Liang 蔡明亮's sequel to (What Time Is It There?)《你那边几点》), I had to sit through the docu-movie May Day The Wings Of Dream《五月天的搖滾本事》 because the SIFF folks lumped the two shows together.That was how I first heard May Day 五月天's music. Sad to say, the so-called docu-movie was so self-promotional in nature so the only thing I appreciated about it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112053920732367609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112053920732367609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112053920732367609' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112053842962590902</id><published>2005-07-05T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:47:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>《终结孤单》你就把你自己锁起来,实在是太不应该心情好心情坏,怎么开始怎么办你有的不爽,让我来分担everything gonna be alrighttomorrow will be fine太阳依然灿烂,地球继续转有我的陪伴,你再也不孤单music!五月天</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112053842962590902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112053842962590902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112053842962590902' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112049166292019113</id><published>2005-07-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:25:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books, music and film - my dear friends. This is the time that I need you guys the most...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112049166292019113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112049166292019113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112049166292019113' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-112046055895199526</id><published>2005-07-04T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:02:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The very first CD I have ever bought in my life is the single of this song. I have had the CD for twelve years now.Through the most difficult times of my emotional life in the past ten years, I've always had this song around me. Just yesterday, I ripped it and put the MP3 on auto-repeat. Yes, this tune is going to find it's way into my Ipod.I am not embarassed to admit now that there were two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112046055895199526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/112046055895199526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112046055895199526' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-111950866118188948</id><published>2005-06-23T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:04:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nowax in SingaporeI really hope that this becomes the next big thing. If you haven't read about it - www.nowax.co.ukI actually feel a little embarassed now when I thought of how overly enthusiastic I was. It was really fortunate that I had good company with me and a really nice dinner before that. Big shame on me for not knowing where Cocco Latte was. I was surprised how intimate and cosy the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/111950866118188948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/111950866118188948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111950866118188948' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-111950425609783913</id><published>2005-06-23T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:24:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I forgotten how to write an entry? I hope not...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/111950425609783913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/111950425609783913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111950425609783913' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-111597500103043599</id><published>2005-05-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:03:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like a one-way street now and that I should only be good enough for exile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/111597500103043599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/111597500103043599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111597500103043599' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109869851099763991</id><published>2004-10-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:01:50.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been so weary...It's not likely that there would be much updates... If there are, it's probably going to be all over the place.I feel like a part of (Fake Plastic Trees)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109869851099763991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109869851099763991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109869851099763991' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109590391321324936</id><published>2004-09-23T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:45:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If there's a most enjoyable weekend for 2004, this one's got to be it.Having to clear my leave, I took leave for Friday. The joy of being able to play basketball in the afternoon! Had good games under the the lunch-hour hot sun. In the late afternoon was my spa appointment. It's nice just to be able to be all alone by myself at the jaccuzi pool (with spa jet!). A little time for me to recollect</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109590391321324936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109590391321324936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109590391321324936' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109500138294437505</id><published>2004-09-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:03:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can that be so much evil in this world?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109500138294437505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109500138294437505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109500138294437505' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109353425223644117</id><published>2004-08-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:30:52.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thievery Corporation is coming to Singapore to play a gig. Heineken Green Room Sessions of 29th Septemeber.If you look at the post on Wednesday, November 12, 2003 - you will know that I have met two of those on the list!Bodycount for the year:Richie HawtinAfrika BambaataaMartin SolviegJazzanovaDJ CamJosell Ramos (director for Maestro), never got publishedPeter KruderJames Zabiela</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109353425223644117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109353425223644117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353425223644117' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109345695418208268</id><published>2004-08-11T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T02:02:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many things have zipped by me and I have not been able to put them down into words. Unlike the past, there has to be two requisites before I can even start blogging. Firstly, I have got to have time and I have got to be in a writing mood. I will make time if I am in a blogging mood so I guess it does boil down to the moods.How am I even going to start? I think I have reached the point where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109345695418208268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109345695418208268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109345695418208268' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109188593867771408</id><published>2004-08-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T21:38:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We will never be able to see Orbital play live in Singapore. Gone are also the hopes of me ever interviewing them.Can't quite believe that they chose to split. Especially since it's a duo made up of two brothers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109188593867771408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109188593867771408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188593867771408' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109188581502809757</id><published>2004-08-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:31:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never really had the peace of mind to come in here to drop a line or two.I think some people might find it unbeilevable that I chose Cash Money in favour of Sasha.  I had initially agreed to do Sasha but I felt like I just had to do Cash Money when I found out that he's coming here to play. He's coming on when Zouk's hosting the annual Technics DMC championship. It should be apparent now that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109188581502809757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109188581502809757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109188581502809757' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-109076994709729550</id><published>2004-07-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:39:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never thought that one day, I would be catching Lo-Fidelity Allstars in Singapore.Rushed down to Gallery Evason hotel in a cab to meet up with Lo-Fidelity Allstars and Kid Loco for interviews. Although the reviews of past concerts, past interviews have notoriously branded the band as "a riot" - they were suprisingly laidback folks who made good conversations. We spoke about them touring America,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109076994709729550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/109076994709729550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109076994709729550' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108943772062261055</id><published>2004-07-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T13:35:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have about three months left on my current contract, I am on a mission to save up a sum of money in case I go into a "unemployment hiatus" again.Other than the fact that my job is not really stable, I am pretty contented with my life right now. My folks are healthy and kicking. I have nice colleagues at my workplace. I have got company of good friends. Even though I don't make big money, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108943772062261055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108943772062261055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108943772062261055' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108943515713004599</id><published>2004-07-10T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:52:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James Zabiela is the very first DJ whom I have interviewed after the DJ set and on a Sunday night.Called his hotel room to see if he's okay to have me interview him if I came by his hotel at about 9.00pm.He came down with his girlfriend but in all fairness, she let us have our privacy and we did the interview at the couches just outside Pontini.Very fine young man with good manners. I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108943515713004599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108943515713004599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108943515713004599' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108943429436579876</id><published>2004-07-10T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:38:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first DJ to hold the dubious honour of having me watch him play in two different countries.DJ Cam.DJ Cam played in The Kee Club in Hong Kong while I was there over the weekend. I actually wrote to the club to see if they would let me interview him from Hong Kong but they didn't even bother to reply. It's hard not to see why when I was there myself.The Kee Club is a members-only club but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108943429436579876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108943429436579876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108943429436579876' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108789951621949644</id><published>2004-06-22T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:18:36.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first taste of budget airlines. The fare was okie but I believe the bigger airlines will match it anyway. The plane was small but I guess there are advantages of being small. You waste less time getting on and off the plane. There is no in-flight entertainment of any sort (Sorry, the stewardesses don't even look cute). The seat covers are leather instead of usual. Meals came in a paper box </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108789951621949644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108789951621949644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108789951621949644' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108788533102677213</id><published>2004-06-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:22:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the post made on Wednesday, November 12, 2003, I listed Kruder and Dorfmeister as those whom I would want to meet/interview. I managed to meet up with one of half of K&amp;D.Peter Kruder was in town to spin for the Green Room sessions at Velvet. I did not arrange to interview him but I managed to meet up with him. Not that it's important but he looked much cuter in real life than on sleeves of K</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108788533102677213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108788533102677213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788533102677213' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108788527651409830</id><published>2004-06-22T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:21:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!Where does this all lead to? When does it all end?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108788527651409830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108788527651409830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788527651409830' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108711660433587883</id><published>2004-06-13T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T16:50:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging much because I haven't been really been in the blogging mood.I am blogger bozo basically. Other than logging on to write out a blog - I know nothing about fixing up fancy templates (hence I had to make do with this ugly template), uploading pictures, installing comment boxes (yes, what I wouldn't know wouldn't hurt me anyway) or web counters. As a result, I will never be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108711660433587883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108711660433587883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108711660433587883' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108480656277883170</id><published>2004-05-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T00:05:26.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One close colleague and friend of mine has actually asked me to "DJ" at her post-ROM party. The venue has yet to be decided.I am quite flattered really. I have been colleagues with her for about four years now over two different workplaces. She knows I listen to "non-mainstream" music (because I used to be able to play music over at my last workplace) and I am pretty astonished by the fact that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108480656277883170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108480656277883170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480656277883170' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108480534391390838</id><published>2004-05-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:49:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe that everyone has a weakness in the retail realm. For some people it's CDs, for others it's toys. For me, my weakness has always been denim and shoes.I can't believe that I just shelled out $400 over on two pairs of jeans. I remembered how defeated I felt when I found out that every single pair of Levis' Red Loop 510 Saddle Stitch was sold out (my size). So how could I ever resist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108480534391390838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108480534391390838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480534391390838' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108441098179204192</id><published>2004-05-13T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T09:16:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And of course, this year's Film Festival will probably be the only one in my lifetime where I get to see my name flashed out in the credits of one of the films. And to mention the dubious honour of having my name in the credits and actually not appearing in the feature at all (That scene ended up in the cutting room floor...).It's actually quite a surreal feeling... to see your name appearing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108441098179204192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108441098179204192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108441098179204192' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108409353525792453</id><published>2004-05-09T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T09:11:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just counted all the ticket stubs. I caught eighteen shows in total for this year's Singapore International Film Festival. This is quite a far cry from the past. In 2001 it was forty shows, thirty-seven shows for 2002 and twenty-eight for 2003.This year, I realised that I no longer have that vitality to withstand catching four or five shows a day (my record was six in a day, which I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108409353525792453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108409353525792453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108409353525792453' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108278404610684147</id><published>2004-04-24T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T01:09:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have reacquainted myself with Siouxsie and The Banshees.This is the right time as it becomes the music that surrounds itself around this year's SIFF. For the entire week, the music from that album has being ringing non-stop in my head.Three different groups have sat in the car and they have all pleasantly surprised by the album. For them, they know that the music is definitely not new, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108278404610684147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108278404610684147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108278404610684147' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108278115680844339</id><published>2004-04-24T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T12:35:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, the annual celluloid orgy is here. 17th Singapore International Film Festival.I always have this wonderful feeling. This feeling like I am going to step into a wonderful carnival when I attend opening screenings of SIFF. When they darken the halls and play the FilmArt trailer, I often feel this tingling feeling surging over me - It feels make feel sad, relieved, happy, calm, comforted all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108278115680844339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108278115680844339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108278115680844339' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108277888560265875</id><published>2004-04-24T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:57:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is this French person who wanted to borrow Humpback Oak's music from another friend of mine because he has heard The Observatory.Yes, it's weird nation that I live in. A nation where most people don't feel proud and in most cases, ignorant about what they have, what they can offer and most importantly, the potential. Why do I feel strangely disenchanted when a foreigner becomes more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108277888560265875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108277888560265875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277888560265875' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108277732682267968</id><published>2004-04-24T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:31:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am going to stop talking about the office or work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108277732682267968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108277732682267968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277732682267968' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108277710990529491</id><published>2004-04-24T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:28:11.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catching up on blogging...I have caught Zatoichi. Someone that I just got to know corrected the way I pronounced the movie's title. He was very polite about it though, "It's supposed to be "Zato (pause) ichi". He mentioned that he too, was corrected by someone else. We had gotten it wrong in the same way too.Nonetheless, the movie was good enough. Life's not fair. Kitano managed to fuck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108277710990529491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108277710990529491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277710990529491' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108157398525823610</id><published>2004-04-10T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T13:15:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good news. Zatoichi is showing commercially. I will try to catch it this week before the Singapore International Film Festival starts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157398525823610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157398525823610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157398525823610' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108157389090584057</id><published>2004-04-10T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T13:14:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The othersI don't neccessarily like the working environment despite the fact that I have a great boss and nice team members. The whole marketing is actually pretty huge and it's filled mostly with women. Before anyone can congratulate me, I think I should give a lowdown on what its really LIKE.The women are hot. I can't deny that. They are pretty, well-dressed and they speak really well. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157389090584057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157389090584057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157389090584057' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108157295282550766</id><published>2004-04-10T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T12:58:38.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My bossI think it's very important to have a good boss. Frankly, if anyone has asked me to choose between having a good boss and a couple of hundred bucks more, I would chose having a good boss without a blink of an eye. I think that most people who choose to leave their jobs are really leaving their bosses and not the job itself.After reporting to two male bosses before, I am back to having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157295282550766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157295282550766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157295282550766' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108157236396205871</id><published>2004-04-10T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T12:48:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is so much I want to write but I don't have time!I think this blog has become more like a zhuo(1) ji(4) (weekly diary).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157236396205871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108157236396205871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157236396205871' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108106862309349147</id><published>2004-04-04T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T16:53:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The workplace.The place I work in probably has one of the highest density of hot women in Singapore. Even a girl who is doing admin type of work puts in her best effort to dress well (nice shoes, stylish dressing and power suits). I haven't seen much badly dressed people at work except for the "foreign talent" which we hire "in bulk".My cubicle doesn't give me much privacy but I don't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108106862309349147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108106862309349147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106862309349147' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-108106432891175863</id><published>2004-04-04T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T15:41:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I landed myself a job. It's with a competitor whom everybody else benchmarks against. The job is not going to be easy but it's something very interesting. I told many people around me that not many people get to do what I get to do in their marketing lifetimes. What touched me most was the support that I have got from my friends, ex-colleagues who are still at my old place and ex-colleagues </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108106432891175863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/108106432891175863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106432891175863' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107875651222817166</id><published>2004-03-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:08:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have officially crossed the the three months mark.I just recounted a conversation which I had with someone about being jobless. I don't know this person very well but I do know that he's quite overworked. At the end of the conversation, I told him that the biggest problem is that we can't really choose having the "acceptable amount of action". It's either no action at all (like the state I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107875651222817166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107875651222817166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875651222817166' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107687019726942606</id><published>2004-02-16T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:36:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two interesting films that I have caught lately. Not your Hollywood typesRaising Victor VargasVery sincere piece. The quality of the acting is really good despite the fact that amatuer actors were used. Heart-warming story about a teenager and the issues with growing up and family. I always feel that movies that portray issues surrounding teenage sexuality don't usually match up and it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107687019726942606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107687019726942606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687019726942606' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107686901376016280</id><published>2004-02-16T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:26:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have said this to more than one person "The Last Samurai showcases American cultural imperialism at it's most oppressive".If there's anyone who wants to catch a good samurai movie, I will highly recommend Yoji Yamada's Twilight Samurai instead. The bitter irony is that the lead actor in this film takes the role of Ujio in The Last Samurai.A few points about the Last Samurai that makes it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107686901376016280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107686901376016280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107686901376016280' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107686807259523543</id><published>2004-02-16T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:03:04.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to anyone that actually bothers to read this blog. There is a total disregard for linearity in this blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107686807259523543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107686807259523543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107686807259523543' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107627054342429233</id><published>2004-02-09T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:31:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's highly possible that this will be the earliest DJ interview that I will do. I was told to turn up at 11.30am. What surprised me was the fact that five people were there to interview him. Although Bam (as he is affectionately known) is a legend, not many people here know of his music. Five is definitely a record so far.I would usually ask to go last because it gives me leeway to stretch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107627054342429233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107627054342429233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627054342429233' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107606174908618320</id><published>2004-02-06T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T04:06:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How is it that a person can play a song for a hundred over times on repeat? I did, and that song is (I'm Still In Love With You) by Sean Paul.It's quite rare to find a song that has such a good reggae feel (Sean Paul's slur) and a happy vibe (the horns). Luscious female vocals as well. Check out the video too!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107606174908618320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107606174908618320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606174908618320' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107605833152964297</id><published>2004-02-06T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:08:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a weird tradition. I only open up my last year's angpows after the 15th day of Chinese New Year this year. That means that I will forever keep one year worth of angpows which will be opened up next year. I drew inspiration for this idiosyncracy from Chinese idiom Nian1 Nian1 You3 Yu2.I collected $336 from twenty eight angpows. That works out to an average of $12 per angpow. Angpow index </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107605833152964297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107605833152964297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605833152964297' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107605639898648589</id><published>2004-02-06T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T16:35:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNKLE are going to be in town. No DJ Shadow but the new partner Richard File is going to be here. Apparently, James Lavelle has to prove that there is life after UNKLE without DJ Shadow - especially since relationship between the two has turned sour after the Psyence Fiction.Since it's going to be a Green Room Sessions gig again, it's probably going to be freaking packed like the last Steve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107605639898648589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107605639898648589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605639898648589' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107605553143983587</id><published>2004-02-06T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T16:28:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James Zabiela was playing on the second day of Chinese New Year and I only had energy to go see him play rather than prepare for the interview. So I scrapped it and decided that I should focus my energies on Afrika Bambaataa instead.I remember how James Lavelle stopped to ask me if James Zabiela was spinning at Zoukout right after my interview with him. James Lavelle did not get to see his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107605553143983587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107605553143983587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605553143983587' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107447407157589197</id><published>2004-01-19T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T09:02:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next up on my hit list : James Zabiela and Afrika Bambaataa. I am really excited about meeting Afrika Bambaataa because he was one of the original hiphop pioneers together with Grandmaster Flash and Kool G Herc. And yes, that was before Eminem was even born.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107447407157589197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107447407157589197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447407157589197' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-1074473482335074</id><published>2004-01-19T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T08:52:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first DJ that I was going to interview in the year of 2004 is Richie Hawtin aka Plastikman.This is not the first time he has been in Singapore. He spun at the very first Zoukout and I remember being there when he did his set.I could tell that he wasn't feeling too good because he was coughing and groaning throughout the interview. He isn't incredibly warm but I guess he did well enough to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/1074473482335074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/1074473482335074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#1074473482335074' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107447193736282170</id><published>2004-01-19T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T08:27:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging is likely to be sporadic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107447193736282170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107447193736282170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447193736282170' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107286509493974277</id><published>2003-12-31T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T16:48:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have arrived at the end of 2003.Before myself is a struggle to find a new job. I felt liberated. I would never imagined that I would have felt so trapped over the last year until I made a decision to leave. I have never questioned whether it was a good decision in the first place. I just thought it was something that I had to do and I did it. I have only been looking out for the jobs which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107286509493974277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107286509493974277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286509493974277' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107286434804951073</id><published>2003-12-31T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T17:53:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best line I have heard in a song this year, "Just coz you feel it, doesn't mean it's there." So good it made me tear.(Where I End And You Begin) by Radiohead. Not that I have heard alot of new music this year but I think this is the best album I have heard this year.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107286434804951073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107286434804951073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286434804951073' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107259956293773383</id><published>2003-12-28T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T16:20:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So where do we go from here?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107259956293773383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107259956293773383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259956293773383' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107154784947583264</id><published>2003-12-16T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T12:11:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know it's crazy but I have actually been living on five dollars a day. Since I am not having any income right now, it's just right that I practise some financial prudence right?It's not been easy though. If I were to go out, transport costs alone would amount to at least two dollars. If there is a need for me to go out, I would try to squeeze in as many things as possible into one day so as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107154784947583264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107154784947583264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154784947583264' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107103755447320085</id><published>2003-12-10T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:26:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107103755447320085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107103755447320085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103755447320085' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107098929691601332</id><published>2003-12-10T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:00:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went back to the office to clear up the stuff that I left behind. I think that carton must have weighed about twenty over kg!The whole building just felt so alien to me when I was back there to pack up my things. To think that I have spent the last three years slogging away in that building from early morning to the wee hours of the night. It just felt so weird. There was a kind of bitter-sweet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107098929691601332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107098929691601332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107098929691601332' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107089709975244052</id><published>2003-12-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:25:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been quite a while since I blogged. Mainly because I have been busying- handing over my job to the next person- packing up my stuff in the office (there's really quite a bit)- conducting Excel classes for my Marketing colleaguesThe next person is very well-equipped to handle my job. He doesn't have the emotional baggage that I had to carry over the past three years. I like him. He's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107089709975244052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107089709975244052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089709975244052' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-107024468402011556</id><published>2003-12-01T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:13:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to think that I am getting better at doing interviews. This time round, I was given an angle to work on. "Try to focus on Asia and make it lighthearted" was the cue. Personally, I would always go for these angles - influences, history, opinions and feelings, while trying to avoid being too technical. And Derrick May is really nice.For someone that has been in the music business for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107024468402011556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/107024468402011556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107024468402011556' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106992468045705448</id><published>2003-11-27T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T17:18:32.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Contrary to popular belief, I don't club much. To many people I know, I seem to be always clubbing every other week. That is utterly wrong. I think I have been out clubbing less than fifteen times this year. It takes alot for me to want to go out clubbing and when I do club, I really hope to have a good night out. But that wasn't the case last night.Last night was Steve Cobby from Fila </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106992468045705448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106992468045705448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106992468045705448' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106975391520812673</id><published>2003-11-25T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:56:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must be nuts. I was mopping the house at 1.30am in the morning with Hip-hop playing in the background. I was trying to clean up the house so that my folks wouldn't nag at me when they come home on Wednesday evening.Being the sneaker lover that I am, there's no way I would have missed the Sole Provider exhibition right? I love shoes. I love rare sneakers. I have written a long time ago about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106975391520812673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106975391520812673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106975391520812673' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106929921712189712</id><published>2003-11-20T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:34:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad news. Double shot bad news.Been told by the magazine to scrap Steve Cobby because they had done something like that before. They also told me that my interview with Mark Farina is "crowded out" because it's too "old". Tough luck. Few nights ago, I cheekily asked a friend who also listens to Fila Brazillia to contribute a question. I guess my friend will never find out why their album is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106929921712189712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106929921712189712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929921712189712' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106929918871365979</id><published>2003-11-20T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:33:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad news. Double shot bad news.Been told by the magazine to scrap Steve Cobby because they had done something like that before. They also told me that my interview with Mark Farina is "crowded out" because it's too "old". Tough luck. Few nights ago, I cheekily asked a friend who also listens to Fila Brazillia to contribute a question. I guess my friend will find out why the album is called '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106929918871365979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106929918871365979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929918871365979' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106921943677337457</id><published>2003-11-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T13:24:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still struggling with a painful neck/back while I am back at work. As expected, the work is piling up...Took a while to look around my desk and it became apparent that I would have to cart home quite some stuff starting from next week.Zoukbook - I don't usually buy coffee-table books but some of the people I interviewed are featured in the book. Plus the fact that the toy figurine that comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106921943677337457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106921943677337457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921943677337457' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106906023620838038</id><published>2003-11-17T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:19:37.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The walking wounded.I woke up with a neck strain on Sunday. I can't turn or lift my head at all. Ever since I suffered a prolapsed disc since nineteen, my neck has been giving me problems very often. When I walk now, it's obvious that I stick my head out abnormally like some odd protrusion. It hurts like hell.Then I started to take stock of all my body defects.Prolapsed discThe most serious one. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106906023620838038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106906023620838038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106906023620838038' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106873942107748325</id><published>2003-11-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:04:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Washing machines are a wonderful modern invention.Because it's hard doing handwashing! I tried to do that for all my work clothes and it was quite tiring. Mummy is away so I will have to do my own laundry.Time to go put them out to dry now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106873942107748325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106873942107748325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873942107748325' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106868940888951994</id><published>2003-11-13T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T17:21:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next up. Next person to be grilled by me. That would be 26th NovemberSteve Cobby - one half of Fila Brazillia. Let's hope he agrees to be interviewed...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106868940888951994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106868940888951994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868940888951994' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106864068652164346</id><published>2003-11-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T21:13:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something that made me happier this year was interviewing guests DJs that play in Singapore.Since those people who picked up my LTJ Bukem/MC Conrad interview were quite happy with my interview so I just continued to contribute whenever I could. My criteria is really simple : I just need to like the DJ or his/her/their work and the freedom to do it my own way. So far, they have never made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106864068652164346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106864068652164346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106864068652164346' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106860489257102415</id><published>2003-11-12T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T11:01:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the reasons why I haven't hated the movie Rage so much is because the music in the film was really good. It's a pity Jah Wobble did such great music for such a crappy film.The music for Tokyo Eyes was even better. Produced and supervised by Xavier Jamaux who also records as Ollano (on Shadow Records). I have previously bought stuff from Shadow Records and they are always very good.Yes,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106860489257102415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106860489257102415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860489257102415' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106856113344293269</id><published>2003-11-11T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:47:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are three people working for me on a temporary basis. Since the program that I am handling is ending soon. Tommorrow will be their last day.They have been with me for about two months. It's a boring job (mainly data entry) but I spent my own time with them to involve them in more interesting work so that they have something to take with them. I had promised them that I would help them to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106856113344293269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106856113344293269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856113344293269' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106836320347049810</id><published>2003-11-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:45:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am quite surprised that I didn't fall asleep during the midnight movie marathon. The turnout was pretty good. Cheekily, I was really curious to know how many people will last till the end but I think about eighty percent of the people made it to the last movie.About the crowd. There were alot of cute girls there! I was remarking to my friend that I was very impressed by the fact that girls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106836320347049810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106836320347049810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836320347049810' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106819000761685238</id><published>2003-11-07T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:43:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder whats with me and long lost friends.Just last night, I spoke to someone whom I have lost touch for six years. Last I heard her voice was six years ago, before she left for Boston.She's changed a great deal. Six years ago, she was really passionate about music. She made her own music (does AIFF ring a bell? Her tune got featured in one of BigO's CDs), enjoyed music tremendously and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106819000761685238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106819000761685238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106819000761685238' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106818765038183234</id><published>2003-11-07T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:42:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catch"Yeah I know who you remind me of""A girl I think I used to know""Yeah I'd see her when the days got colder""On those days when it felt like snow""You know I even think that she stared like you""She used to just stand there and stare""And roll her eyes right up to heaven""And make like I just wasn't there""And she used to fall down a lot'""That girl was always falling""Again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106818765038183234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106818765038183234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818765038183234' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265591.post-106813271161490492</id><published>2003-11-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:41:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendster!Few months ago I read about the "phenomenon" which the URB editor wrote about. Yes, it was Friendster he chose to write about on his Diatribe column.Taking stock of the "evolution of communication modes in the online world". When I first had internet access, everyone I met was exchanging email addresses and that was it. People emailing each other incessantly and soon I hated it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106813271161490492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265591/posts/default/106813271161490492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesalways.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106813271161490492' title=''/><author><name>臥龍鳯雛</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034901225977519184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
