<?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-9528409</id><updated>2011-09-05T23:18:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bottom Line</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal Opinions AND Brutal Truths</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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>690</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4416791703363461887</id><published>2011-07-30T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:19:08.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Change be GOOD?</title><summary type='text'>A month living under unfamiliar conditions, fresh surroundings and having to put up with grit from the main road and vehicular noise has made me a little more patient, in some sense.  It would seem like this move was a very bad idea, because the past 4 weeks have found me spending more time OUTSIDE my space.  A close colleague thinks another 4 weeks would settle me a little more...however, i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4416791703363461887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4416791703363461887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4416791703363461887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4416791703363461887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-change-be-good.html' title='Can Change be GOOD?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2677786348129504062</id><published>2011-06-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:23:46.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I moved</title><summary type='text'>After much deliberation and consideration, I have unhinged myself from my nest of 10 years.  24th June 2011, will be the date I will perhaps remember for the rest of my life - simply because it is the first time I actually moved into 'unchartered' space.  The actual move traumatised me at every possible level - i was sleep deprived, physically exhausted and couldn't settle in quickly enough.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2677786348129504062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2677786348129504062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2677786348129504062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2677786348129504062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-i-moved.html' title='Today, I moved'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4267581117225734127</id><published>2011-05-06T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:23:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why books must be closed</title><summary type='text'>I  have spent the past few months of 2011 closing 'books'.  What I realise is, 'books', my polite term for either girlfriends/guyfriends, must be 'closed' lest we find ourselves knocked simply because the wind blew.I have never been great with closures - i tend to want to make light of things so that there is less animosity and perhaps, less unpleasantness.  Unfortunately, doing what i did, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4267581117225734127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4267581117225734127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4267581117225734127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4267581117225734127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-books-must-be-closed.html' title='Why books must be closed'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6434780407639202459</id><published>2010-11-06T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:53:25.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost final curtain</title><summary type='text'>Today, the 6th of November 2010 will be the day i took another huge step forward in final curtain call.  I have been working at a snails pace, clearing up my household mess - simply because GOD doesn't just dish out single situations for me to sort, but always multi-faceted and in an unsorted basket.Being a creature, requiring 'balance' all the time in order to function at maximum capacity, this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6434780407639202459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6434780407639202459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6434780407639202459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6434780407639202459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-final-curtain.html' title='almost final curtain'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-52637309787680998</id><published>2010-10-23T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:11:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><summary type='text'>It's not that I forgot about this blog - I didn't - because this blog helped my unconscious survive the past few years - my coming back, is one way of taking stock of things, before we close the year.To say I have outgrown blogging, is like saying I will not go near another bar of chocolates.  I will always remain a woman, who is very much a girl inside - who still dreams of being happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/52637309787680998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=52637309787680998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/52637309787680998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/52637309787680998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-270446990014000709</id><published>2010-02-01T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:43:03.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the difference makes</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the past few days, trying to close the gap between 0.9 and 0.77.  In terms of numbers, it's just 0.13, but in stats, that's already a lot.There are two things I can do - leave it and explain this OR try re-keying, re-grouping and see if the gap closes.  I have tried re-grouping and got it this close on my last attempt and because today is the first day in February - I have decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/270446990014000709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=270446990014000709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/270446990014000709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/270446990014000709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-difference-makes.html' title='what the difference makes'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6456099600713002982</id><published>2010-01-28T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:36:56.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan Lagoon Resort</title><summary type='text'>I had a wonderful weekend at Bintan Lagoon Resort with my gf - managed to get work done, hardly slept of course but that's to be expected - you can never have it all.I think the shocker was that I felt like I was at some tourist attraction in Singapore, because everything was in Sing Dollars.  Ala Carte chicken rice - SGD18 excluding the taxes.The room was recently renovated and it's more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6456099600713002982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6456099600713002982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6456099600713002982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6456099600713002982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/bintan-lagoon-resort.html' title='Bintan Lagoon Resort'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S2D1gnR0JYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/hy0_sTb57-c/s72-c/24012010091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3847500108994715198</id><published>2010-01-21T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:17:59.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter what - we survived</title><summary type='text'>The good news as January is plodding to a close is, it's been a good month, although I have been working mainly from the home, via email.  The Tiger year does not officially move into cycle until at least Feb 4th, so we are technically not in the tiger year yet.  I am not sure, how that affects life in this new year in general, but I do know that I usually prefer to follow the chinese calendar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3847500108994715198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3847500108994715198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3847500108994715198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3847500108994715198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-matter-what-we-survived.html' title='no matter what - we survived'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4003312868233392709</id><published>2010-01-19T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:41:46.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel vision</title><summary type='text'>I'm still stuck with my placement. Can't seem to get any agency to say yes - to me, it's just 2 things: Either they do not have qualified Psy people for me to hang with OR they just are not really doing things above board and the last thing they need is to allow a 3rd party access to that information.It's sickens me that we do not have a society that's willing to help graduate students learn and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4003312868233392709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4003312868233392709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4003312868233392709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4003312868233392709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/tunnel-vision.html' title='Tunnel vision'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1220884039651459078</id><published>2010-01-18T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:01:39.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recovering but not recovered</title><summary type='text'>Finally, things are getting back to normal levels - i'm less tired now although pushing my limits would be unwise.  Thankfully, work is easing off for a bit, because clients are all travelling and so, will not be around to hassle me much.The worst thing that could happen to me is to be stuck in bed resting half the day - it's not just boring, but more lame.  I can imagine how the aged sick must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1220884039651459078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1220884039651459078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1220884039651459078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1220884039651459078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/recovering-but-not-recovered.html' title='recovering but not recovered'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2951031278713741771</id><published>2010-01-11T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:08:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medically unfit</title><summary type='text'>This is Rusty - the latest addition to counter-balance my stress.He's 4.5mths old and really a sweet boy.I'm so stressed out with my medical situation that it's driving me up the wall.Never mind I can't work for long hours, I get breathless - it's just that I am not a good patient and I detest taking things slow and resting in between.The good news is, I should be back on my feet soon - how soon,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2951031278713741771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2951031278713741771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2951031278713741771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2951031278713741771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/medically-unfit.html' title='Medically unfit'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0sgumJhyQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mq1Gtt0an94/s72-c/11012010071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3865236839224967342</id><published>2010-01-09T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:21:38.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White and Me</title><summary type='text'>These are the 2 rabbits I will be bringing home soon.  Actually, my first choice were 2 black ones, but somehow these 2 seemed to respond to me better and are somewhat less shy - and as I have read, older rabbits are easier for toilet training and probably more sure of themselves - something I do need since I have a samseng in Frisco.White was never a choice colour for me, either for clothes or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3865236839224967342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3865236839224967342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3865236839224967342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3865236839224967342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-and-me.html' title='White and Me'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0dXhlbhYAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Xd6ywHyTU_4/s72-c/Casper%2520%26%2520Natal2_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8566161386711136176</id><published>2010-01-07T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:15:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Mumbai</title><summary type='text'>These are the last shots of Mumbai that I took, before boarding the flight home.  The barriers are there so that only passengers are allowed into the terminal building.  I took the picture on the right because there was a man standing on top of the vehicle, unloading bags - I have always been fascinated with this idea of using every part of the car possible.  We ordered sandwiches and coffee when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8566161386711136176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8566161386711136176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8566161386711136176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8566161386711136176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving-mumbai.html' title='Leaving Mumbai'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0Vrh4oakQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/25qI1514S1A/s72-c/IMG_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2677821967724156892</id><published>2010-01-06T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:50:51.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of fibroids</title><summary type='text'>I finally made my way to have a consult with my OBGYN on monday.  I have not met him since he delivered my son 17 years ago.  There never was a need to.Anyways, with everything going bonkers lately, I decided to have a consult and find out what's causing me stress - and lo and behold, as I suspected, it was fibroids.Women know about fibroids and cysts - it's common, yet the very thought of it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2677821967724156892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2677821967724156892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2677821967724156892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2677821967724156892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-fibroids.html' title='of fibroids'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1973742608543638817</id><published>2010-01-06T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:13:17.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheds for cows</title><summary type='text'>I used to see similar sheds in the Tamil movies and I was excited to find some myself, during the road trip back to Mumbai.One would think the shed is for the people tending to the cows, buffalos and goats, but no, it's for the animals to take shelter in the hot sun.In an arid land like this, I do wonder what they were picking to eat from the ground, but they all looked well fed and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1973742608543638817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1973742608543638817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1973742608543638817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1973742608543638817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/sheds-for-cows.html' title='Sheds for cows'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0PirrSKe6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/cb7TrVHhJ0s/s72-c/IMG_0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2879793427851635126</id><published>2010-01-06T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:07:20.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghandi's Residence</title><summary type='text'>I visted Ghandi's residence on the 27th of Dec.  It was filled with books (his library).Got a book on his philosophies for 200Rp which is quite inexpensive since the book was printed on recycled paper.  I was impressed, the paper quality was the best I have felt.I suppose this is a must visit place and no regrets really.  The house was like a conservation unit here, except that it had more than 3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2879793427851635126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2879793427851635126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2879793427851635126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2879793427851635126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/ghandis-residence.html' title='Ghandi&apos;s Residence'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0PhP49vKHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/n97_uq0d7Z0/s72-c/IMG_0313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-327357767562100592</id><published>2010-01-06T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:01:17.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullock carts</title><summary type='text'>My fascination with buffalos and cows didn't end that easily.  We were travelling from Mumbai to Nashik and Shridi and I just couldn't help myself.  The buffalos were just there on the road, like they belonged - part of the vehicular traffic.  It must be so fun, travelling on a bullock cart - the buffalos were not slow, but travelling at a decent speed, which is why there are 2, pulling one cart.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/327357767562100592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=327357767562100592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/327357767562100592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/327357767562100592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/bullock-carts.html' title='bullock carts'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0Pf_DaZxzI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yfn7CHJdfNs/s72-c/IMG_0383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8871258506163723221</id><published>2010-01-06T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:55:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>approaching Mumbai</title><summary type='text'>I thought the hills and contrast of the dry land and greenery makes this a pretty sight.  It does give us an idea of what to expect in the city - a more arid nature.What struck me looking out the window was the mountains and hills which seemed to be displaying contours - so different from the flat plains of rice fields (which I am quite used to flying over).Later, I was to discover that to build </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8871258506163723221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8871258506163723221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8871258506163723221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8871258506163723221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/approaching-mumbai.html' title='approaching Mumbai'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0PesUOBmFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qi-V6G0PdCA/s72-c/IMG_0304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1658497143613554610</id><published>2010-01-06T08:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:49:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephanta Caves, Mumbai</title><summary type='text'>This was what greeted me when I arrived at the Elephanta Caves - a handsome buffalo.  I have always been fascinated with their horns - it's so primitive yet it's regal somewhat.They were roaming free on the island, probably belonging to the islanders there, who were paddling wares all the way up the caves.  Although the caves are quite worn by erosion, we could still find some good carvings left,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1658497143613554610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1658497143613554610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1658497143613554610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1658497143613554610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/elephanta-caves-mumbai.html' title='Elephanta Caves, Mumbai'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/S0PdS0_3ggI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KcQIAScZvkE/s72-c/IMG_0338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-143999557961504599</id><published>2010-01-02T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:39:17.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shree Siddhivinayak Temple, Mumbai</title><summary type='text'> I decided to take a snapshot of the temple as we were pulling away in the car.The temple was too crowded for me to take any decent pictures.  We were all too busy trying to get into the correct queue to buy the offerings and to actually get in front of the altar, which could take as long as 45 minutes - it's crazy but that's how things are at this temple.It was our first stop, right after we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/143999557961504599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=143999557961504599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/143999557961504599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/143999557961504599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/shree-siddhivinayak-temple-mumbai.html' title='Shree Siddhivinayak Temple, Mumbai'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sz9LbDoyiiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/JtcTGp0qZag/s72-c/26122009056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7769611716856460950</id><published>2010-01-02T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:16:25.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Mumbai</title><summary type='text'>This was what I had to post, because I watch Bollywood and Tamil Silverscreen movies and always see them having bags/boxes on top of their taxis.I was travelling with my gf and her two kids - she had a very huge luggage, which the taxi driver loaded into the trunk.  And nothing else could go into it afterwards, because there was also a CNG tank.  But we just got off a long flight and I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7769611716856460950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7769611716856460950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7769611716856460950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7769611716856460950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-mumbai.html' title='Welcome to Mumbai'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sz7VYU6dG7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZzL1oKvQksk/s72-c/26122009053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1118582056739580909</id><published>2010-01-02T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:10:36.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Bridge</title><summary type='text'>This was what I saw driving into Mumbai city from the airport.  The most talked about bridge in Mumbai.  An amazing architecture, I believe it's one of the longest bridges in the world - i'm not certain of the facts but it took them a long time to build, a lot of money but it's definately worth it.The bridge ends along Marine Drive, a high end district.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1118582056739580909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1118582056739580909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1118582056739580909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1118582056739580909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/mumbai-bridge.html' title='Mumbai Bridge'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sz7UlwXUj3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/4pQ6U1sNHIc/s72-c/26122009052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8889006854028914018</id><published>2010-01-01T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:07:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haji Ali, Mumbai</title><summary type='text'>This the Haji Ali seen from 'mainland' Mumbai just before you step onto the 'causeway' footpath.Apparently, during the monsoon season, the causeway footpath is accessible only during the low tide.  My trip there was during winter, so we were not affected by the tides, thankfully.I was there the same day I arrived in Mumbai, on the 26th of December 2009.There were many goats there - looked cute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8889006854028914018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8889006854028914018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8889006854028914018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8889006854028914018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2010/01/haji-ali-mumbai.html' title='Haji Ali, Mumbai'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sz3x4VTx3_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Mu_Q4W4iPGU/s72-c/26122009059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1700069922597245817</id><published>2009-12-21T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:32:30.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I'm talking about</title><summary type='text'>For this entire year, E was nagging because she felt that I was too lenient with my son, allowing him to game almost all day (from what she understood).  She was too insistent saying that I'm spoiling my son and that she has seen her brother ruin her mothers life, thus justifying her concern.Sure, I was concerned that my son may not be putting in the correct effort - for me, it isn't the quantity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1700069922597245817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1700069922597245817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1700069922597245817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1700069922597245817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-what-im-talking-about.html' title='I know what I&apos;m talking about'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6336216756530219168</id><published>2009-12-20T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:28:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a B that bad?</title><summary type='text'>We all know that we cannot turn back the hands of time.  I submitted my paper, on time, I cleared up my desk and filed everything away.  There was no looking back - I only had narrowed my options and was looking forward to the New Year before I acted upon it.  That was when I thought I was done and my goose was cooked.My professor sent me an email - to request for a phone call.I did as I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6336216756530219168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6336216756530219168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6336216756530219168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6336216756530219168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-b-that-bad.html' title='Is a B that bad?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3365817423139600598</id><published>2009-12-15T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:29:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make the best</title><summary type='text'>Well, finally, the awaited day is here - the day I don't have to feel guilty because I didn't have time to continue working on my paper.  I made the deadline.  It wasn't a spectacular paper, but it was submitted on time.The first thing I did was to organise all the articles, return books back to their place on the bookshelf and now my table doesn't even look like it's was the eye of the twister!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3365817423139600598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3365817423139600598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3365817423139600598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3365817423139600598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-best.html' title='make the best'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5871722298923883255</id><published>2009-12-14T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:10:01.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final countdown</title><summary type='text'>This is not about the final countdown to the new year, but to my paper deadline.  Sleep deprivation is really fascinating because it numbs your ability to actually feel discomfort.  The entire 2 years (already!) saw me glued to my table often, not just because of work, but often it was because of school.  When I finally printed out the research portion - 27 pages without references - there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5871722298923883255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5871722298923883255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5871722298923883255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5871722298923883255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-countdown.html' title='The final countdown'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5286999948125548586</id><published>2009-12-12T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:30:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation, Personified</title><summary type='text'>If anyone doesn't understand the meaning of the word DESPERATION, then I would be the personification of it.As the clock ticks toward my deadline on monday, I find myself having less and less time - which is logical, as time waits for no man, and is constantly moving forward.  And when i fear the worst - praying my damnest, that there will be no 'problems' on site today - the power tripped - so i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5286999948125548586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5286999948125548586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5286999948125548586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5286999948125548586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/desperation-personified.html' title='Desperation, Personified'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1052923869930089266</id><published>2009-12-10T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:29:01.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why rationalise?</title><summary type='text'>When things start to break-down, as in mechanical things - one can't help but wonder if that's a sign; that it means something; it's suppose to trigger something else perhaps.I have had 2 mechanical troubles at home.One - the PCB on one fan coil unit failed after 8 years.Two - the storage heater started to leak after 8 + 5 years.And all in the span of 4 weeks.I started thinking - is this really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1052923869930089266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1052923869930089266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1052923869930089266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1052923869930089266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-rationalise.html' title='why rationalise?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4201225051019340338</id><published>2009-12-08T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:38:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anal or oral</title><summary type='text'>Which is worse - to be anal or oral?Actually, nothing is better than to just be a well-balanced individual - easier said than done, since as I look around me, much work has to be done in terms for the next evolution of society, which comprises of people (of course).We do not live in perfect world and the sooner we come to terms with that, the better we will fair.  If we are optimistic and think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4201225051019340338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4201225051019340338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4201225051019340338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4201225051019340338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/anal-or-oral.html' title='anal or oral'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3108429857131652466</id><published>2009-12-06T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:32:50.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks' Fin Soup without the fin</title><summary type='text'>Today, I decided to try my hand at Shark's Fin Soup without the fin, to my son's dismay.When I explained that we should not be eating Shark's Fin because they are slowly becoming endangered, he retorted that sharks are still killing and hurting humans so, why not?I explained to him that although I wouldn't take it well that the shark could ingest me, it is still cruel to chop off the shark's fin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3108429857131652466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3108429857131652466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3108429857131652466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3108429857131652466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/sharks-fin-soup-without-fin.html' title='Sharks&apos; Fin Soup without the fin'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SxuGiZzX3II/AAAAAAAAAW0/X48_gEZxEik/s72-c/06122009040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8681045370424836185</id><published>2009-12-06T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:20:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to go or not to go</title><summary type='text'>To go, or not to go, that is the question - We have barely 4 weeks before the new year and I have reservations for mumbai.  It will be a good time to visit since I'm going with my gf yet I'm reluctant because I seldom travel during this period, simply because everyone else probably is.  I like the quiet even when on flight.I could do with a break yet because it's december, i'm not really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8681045370424836185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8681045370424836185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8681045370424836185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8681045370424836185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='to go or not to go'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3426292708182926154</id><published>2009-12-04T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:31:37.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the destination</title><summary type='text'>It's tempting to just take off and disappear for awhile, especially when it's been a rough year, not just for me, but generally - so i gathered.  Everyone is so looking forward to the new year, with hope for better things.I must say that it's not really better things that would motivate me, but probably a more defined idea of where my life is heading.  There are things that I would like to do, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3426292708182926154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3426292708182926154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3426292708182926154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3426292708182926154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-destination.html' title='it&apos;s not the destination'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6277108256022728306</id><published>2009-11-30T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:26:48.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and look</title><summary type='text'>What can be more beautiful than a solitary bird waddling about on a vacant land that's dense with vehicular traffic and buildings - nothing.We speak of animals being pests and encroaching upon our turf, without realising that in fact, we, the humans, have gatecrashed on land that belonged to them first.I was never really fascinated with birds before, simply because they would always fly off, even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6277108256022728306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6277108256022728306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6277108256022728306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6277108256022728306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-and-look.html' title='stop and look'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SxMqmAsx5XI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Rlx1E2a7XIg/s72-c/29112009020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3152730960710575942</id><published>2009-11-25T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:08:36.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>students will be students</title><summary type='text'>The most surprising news I heard today was this: I wasn't the only one who requested for an extension.  Best part of the news is : I am only doing this part-time whilst the rest are full-time students (in my group).  That was unexpected, because I have always assumed that as full-time students they could devote almost all their time into research whilst us, part-time students are working and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3152730960710575942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3152730960710575942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3152730960710575942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3152730960710575942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/students-will-be-students.html' title='students will be students'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2145741519335006808</id><published>2009-11-24T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:48:24.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fresh tree arrives</title><summary type='text'>The saga of the FRESH TREE FRESH START began today, the 24th of November.I saw banners from last weekend selling the Noble Fir from $48 and it really didn't seem too expensive to 'buy' into a fresh start.That was, of course, last week.  Today, they were OUT of trees, except for 2 Nordman Firs, which is a bit more costly for the same height - What devastated me was the fact that, I obviously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2145741519335006808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2145741519335006808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2145741519335006808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2145741519335006808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/fresh-tree-arrives.html' title='The fresh tree arrives'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SwvTGiPtI_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/PHMz2DA0fh8/s72-c/24112009020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1734904997305187249</id><published>2009-11-22T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:12:49.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quality of life</title><summary type='text'>One of my gf, called to bitch about another gf who apparently moved to another location nearby (outside our little island) and validated her decision with a higher Quality of Life (QoL).  For people who do not care which soil the tree was on when the apple fell, an apple is an apple.  And isn't milk from a cow, still milk if we do not care what the cow was grazing on?Society is changing not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1734904997305187249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1734904997305187249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1734904997305187249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1734904997305187249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/quality-of-life.html' title='quality of life'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4468307530754361577</id><published>2009-11-19T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:47:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is time money?</title><summary type='text'>Things never work out the way we hope - even in something as simple as scheduling - there is always something that is more important than we have planned, either penned or kept in mind.For the past weeks, I have been extremely busy with work, leaving me time in the evening to just unwind and breathe.  Even as a multi-tasker, I need breathing time before jumping into a non-work related task like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4468307530754361577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4468307530754361577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4468307530754361577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4468307530754361577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-time-money.html' title='Is time money?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5810554218704236959</id><published>2009-11-18T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:36:51.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>square peg round hole</title><summary type='text'>Did anyone ever wonder, where one learns how to connect the wires to a plug?  Interestingly, we all assume that all electrical sockets are just 12 amps.  But today, I came across 2 x 15 amp sockets. What stumped me was when no one seem to have a clue of how to then connect the washer/dryer for use when we clearly had a square 'peg' and a round 'hole' situation.  The first thing that came to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5810554218704236959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5810554218704236959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5810554218704236959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5810554218704236959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/square-peg-round-hole.html' title='square peg round hole'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6431527117385206513</id><published>2009-11-14T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:43:44.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2 and what if it's 3</title><summary type='text'>I have been going back to basics and back reading.  I felt that sometimes, when we feel stuck, we should go back to basics - recover, refresh and perhaps it will orientate writing.It started when I was trying to find a term - for weeks, I couldn't remember the word in psych jargon.  It wasn't important even for my paper, but somewhere whilst mind-mapping, I couldn't bridge 2 roads because this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6431527117385206513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6431527117385206513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6431527117385206513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6431527117385206513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/12-and-what-if-its-3.html' title='1,2 and what if it&apos;s 3'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4256316163287895663</id><published>2009-11-12T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:01:22.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Trust</title><summary type='text'>Someone asked me if it's possible for 'regular' professionals like us, to trade ourselves for extra cash and if the idea is appalling.Well, I do not find the age-old profession of body-trading appalling, in fact I find it very lucrative and I do understand why some are compelled to do so - but when we have other options and an otherwise a decent life, why compete with others, who probably have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4256316163287895663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4256316163287895663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4256316163287895663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4256316163287895663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-trust.html' title='Just Trust'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3515909907329162646</id><published>2009-11-11T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:32:14.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets are better to have</title><summary type='text'>The trouble with my not having empathy becomes unbelievable when it comes to animals.  I am sure there are a few, if not many, who are like me, which makes it confusing for Psychology.Studies have often tried to link and some have linked violence to animals as an indication for a tendency to do the same toward humans.  But when we change it to positive attributes like in this case, it doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3515909907329162646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3515909907329162646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3515909907329162646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3515909907329162646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/pets-are-better-to-have.html' title='Pets are better to have'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5923187216261666987</id><published>2009-11-06T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:59:17.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain tortoise in a slick city</title><summary type='text'>We are definately at the home stretch.  I was just looking into my organiser and realised just how fast November is going past.  It may seem like it's just the 6th of November, just a week into the month, but as I'm booking appts over the next 2 weeks, it's really not looking like November would last for too long.  When time flies, we grumble - when time is sluggish, we grumble.  It seems like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5923187216261666987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5923187216261666987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5923187216261666987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5923187216261666987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/mountain-tortoise-in-slick-city.html' title='Mountain tortoise in a slick city'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-110896350249418047</id><published>2009-11-05T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:32:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Tree, fresh start</title><summary type='text'>The end of the year brings joy for some, sadness for some and hope for others.  We would like it to be a time for cheers and smiles - but in reality it's not the same for everyone.  As November inched forward, I remember being anxious that we are at the closing stages of 2009. It's tough to think so far ahead, especially when I'm not done crossing my crossroads yet.  What I did, was to take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/110896350249418047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=110896350249418047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/110896350249418047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/110896350249418047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/fresh-tree-fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Tree, fresh start'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8881678717753417516</id><published>2009-11-04T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:36:13.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we have but ONE life</title><summary type='text'>I used to be able to just work, work, work - without incident. But these days, work doesn't seem to be able to keep my mind from straying.  The mind is such a complex machine that basic maintenance just won't cut it sometimes.As I was telling my counselee yesterday, we compensate for everything that we find a shortfall from our ideal.  The problem is never with being satisfied, when we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8881678717753417516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8881678717753417516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8881678717753417516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8881678717753417516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-have-but-one-life.html' title='we have but ONE life'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3826086661256451346</id><published>2009-11-03T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:03:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there isn't a best person</title><summary type='text'>There are times when we feel very stuck and short-changed in our personal relationships - but feel unable to do anything about it except to beat ourselves up and get upset.  My advice to anyone in that position is that, no one is perfect and there is no perfect match at all.  Everyone in a relationship compromises, one way or the other - people who say they do not are not honest and sincere with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3826086661256451346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3826086661256451346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3826086661256451346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3826086661256451346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-isnt-best-person.html' title='there isn&apos;t a best person'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8669186939263963505</id><published>2009-11-02T10:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:04:42.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being detached</title><summary type='text'>For the many times that I have given up on ever being truly happy, I have also resigned myself to the fact that it's just destiny that I get a reprieve now and then, only to be drawn back into the realm of being 'less than happy'.  Is there a definate state of 'happy'?I think not, because being happy, is a state of mind - some people are able to satisfy themselves a lot more easily than others </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8669186939263963505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8669186939263963505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8669186939263963505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8669186939263963505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-detached.html' title='Being detached'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5056526225313734929</id><published>2009-11-01T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:10:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sick mind</title><summary type='text'>When we decide that a relationship is unbalanced and cruising on being parasitic in whichever area - we need to act immediately and end it - unless of course, we are content with being a doormat, always being trampled upon.  For the many who believe that people do change and that we should be giving one second chance after another, and even when we hit the 100th milestone, the 101st attempt will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5056526225313734929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5056526225313734929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5056526225313734929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5056526225313734929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick-mind.html' title='A sick mind'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7310018692328001805</id><published>2009-10-30T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:27:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost christmas</title><summary type='text'>Now we are definately at the last stretch of 2009.  In 2 days, we will be in November and what jolted me was when I saw christmas decorations on sale.  This year did go fast and thankfully so too.  I suppose, if there is any word to describe 2009 it would be - turbulent and definately THE turning point in my life.  It came with changes to my life, drastic changes and I can only say, it was long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7310018692328001805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7310018692328001805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7310018692328001805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7310018692328001805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-christmas.html' title='almost christmas'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-193440811867348760</id><published>2009-10-29T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:06:44.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last resort</title><summary type='text'>I think I know where I am stuck.  I haven't been away for too long and the idea of being confined and contained is causing me to loose patience with everything.People go for vacations for different reasons - I hop outstation to step aside from the nitty-gritty with the hope that when I return, I would be refreshed.  I usually am, just from breathing foreign air.  I don't require much except for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/193440811867348760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=193440811867348760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/193440811867348760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/193440811867348760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-resort.html' title='Last resort'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6328205215740493428</id><published>2009-10-28T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:04:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the need to validate</title><summary type='text'>Some of us are really slow to warm up after a lapse, and I'm one of those - the only thing that doesn't require a downtime for me is work.  Whether that is a fortune or misfortune, is totally beyond me. I have been having a discussion with my gf about graduate school - simply because she's thinking of doing the same, in Law.  We both agreed that the financial commitment is too much just because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6328205215740493428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6328205215740493428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6328205215740493428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6328205215740493428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/need-to-validate.html' title='the need to validate'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-498888131922208747</id><published>2009-10-27T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:13:39.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of shoes bags and cell phones</title><summary type='text'>I have a new Sony Ericsson phone - the Satio.It's interesting to remember that we should only buy what we need.  This month, I have decided to give myself a treat, since I haven't bought any new shoes for a bit - I do have too many unused pairs and it will be IMPRACTICAL if I continued to collect new shoes.  So, for the past 3 weeks, I have been looking at my fav label for bags and although I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/498888131922208747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=498888131922208747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/498888131922208747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/498888131922208747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-shoes-bags-and-cell-phones.html' title='of shoes bags and cell phones'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3079258664093664469</id><published>2009-10-26T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:00:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being real</title><summary type='text'>When a relationship ends, two things can happen.FIRST - the person who was hurt, ends up being emotionally affectedSECOND - it was mutual and no one is really emotionally affectedI know there will be some people who think that both parties are mutually affected - but realistically, that's rare.  People are creatures of habit - preferring not to deal with changes and a change in the status of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3079258664093664469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3079258664093664469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3079258664093664469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3079258664093664469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-real.html' title='being real'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8528286899237964113</id><published>2009-10-25T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:26:18.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vocab limited by faculty</title><summary type='text'>Are some of us just great at vocabulary or is our familiarity limited by the faculty we are from?I never applaud myself for having an extensive vocabulary, simply because I never was compelled to use unfamiliar words in my speech or written pieces like the email, just so people do not misunderstand.  There is no necessity to do so, since in the business world, simplicity means clarity.  At the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8528286899237964113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8528286899237964113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8528286899237964113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8528286899237964113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/vocab-limited-by-faculty.html' title='vocab limited by faculty'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3106732044642818026</id><published>2009-10-23T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:00:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time off a friendship</title><summary type='text'>People mean well when they give advice even when it's not sought.  Otherwise, why would they bother?  This is what I have been trying to convince myself, since people will not make adjustments unless it's what they want - myself included.Although my greatest weakness is 'being affected' by comments from close friends, I usually get over it after a while - but that would mean days of being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3106732044642818026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3106732044642818026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3106732044642818026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3106732044642818026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-off-friendship.html' title='Time off a friendship'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-349702369761990282</id><published>2009-10-21T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:28:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wet blanket</title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought I dealt with who to discuss about what, another unexpected friend called last night.  He called for another reason, but the conversation spilled toward my next course of action wrt my career.  I find that a lot of times, people do not listen and although their intentions are to dish out good advice, advice should be given only when sought.  This is my gf's godbrother, who is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/349702369761990282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=349702369761990282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/349702369761990282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/349702369761990282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-wet-blanket.html' title='Another wet blanket'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7287413737010149061</id><published>2009-10-20T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:43:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><summary type='text'>There are many kinds of people - people who are insecure, people who are secure, people who are practical, people who are impractical - people who are worriers, people who take things as they come.....too many differentiation for it to really matter, but it does when you have to deal with any one of them, who are pretty much stuck at one end of a continuum.When we are in need of a pick me up, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7287413737010149061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7287413737010149061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7287413737010149061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7287413737010149061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2301896961935380927</id><published>2009-10-17T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:51:26.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of wills and ways</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day Hindus celebrate the Festival of Lights - a triumph of good over evil - or simply put, Deepavali.Auspicious days like this means, temples are crowded - it's the same for Chinese New Year and Vesak Day - Easter Sunday and Christmas for churches.  Devotees are dressed in their best to offer thanks and ask for blessings from God.  It's actually the best days in any calendar year for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2301896961935380927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2301896961935380927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2301896961935380927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2301896961935380927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-wills-and-ways.html' title='of wills and ways'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8145864723262158690</id><published>2009-10-08T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:30:04.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>modern vs conservative</title><summary type='text'>I had lunch with my gf today and she told me the sweetest thing...her kids like me very much - it's the sweetest thing because they have seen me all but twice in between work conversations.   Their mom asked them why they did, given that they didn't have much quality time with me, and they told her, they thought I was modern...whatever that meant....it's a joke really, since their mom, certainly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8145864723262158690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8145864723262158690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8145864723262158690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8145864723262158690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/modern-vs-conservative.html' title='modern vs conservative'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3732423722025066578</id><published>2009-10-07T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:54:31.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being the bigger person</title><summary type='text'>Thankfully, I have been busy this week and so, there was no opportunity to continue dwelling on my gf.  Frankly, this matter should not warrant so much of attention that it distracts me from what is really important - my research and my work.  She did call me this morning, not to apologise though.There are friends, friends who rather pride themselves on being straightforward instead of getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3732423722025066578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3732423722025066578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3732423722025066578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3732423722025066578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-bigger-person.html' title='being the bigger person'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7078873280937140298</id><published>2009-10-05T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:37:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends who only cause misery</title><summary type='text'>We get over some things pretty quickly and some, we just don't.It has nothing to do with my gift to dwell on things either.For at least ten years, when my gf and me lost contact, i built my life, set directions and got to living.  And again, now that we've been in touch for years, I find myself misdirected and upset - almost the same scene repeating itself.  It cannot be my deja vu alone.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7078873280937140298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7078873280937140298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7078873280937140298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7078873280937140298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-who-only-cause-misery.html' title='Friends who only cause misery'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4006424148700698433</id><published>2009-10-03T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:12:11.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some should just be in the queue</title><summary type='text'>For the many who cannot understand why it's important to find your passion in life, trust me, it's important.  Someone, told me that you can either exist in your life or live it.  I am sure I have mentioned this many times in this blog.  And until we decide that we want to live life, we will never find the passion in living.It may take me weeks before I could actually say I have defused my anger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4006424148700698433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4006424148700698433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4006424148700698433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4006424148700698433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-should-just-be-in-queue.html' title='some should just be in the queue'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1393894226159658791</id><published>2009-10-02T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:52:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Year</title><summary type='text'>Today, I realise that whatever academic achievements I have attained, will mean nothing to me, if I do not make use of it.Today, I realise that no matter how great a girlfriend/older sister is, she will never understand what it means to be an academic, if she herself is not one.Today, I realise that no matter how much I have always stood by her at her lowest points in her life, she doesn't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1393894226159658791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1393894226159658791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1393894226159658791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1393894226159658791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-another-year.html' title='Yet Another Year'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7268558807863794013</id><published>2009-10-01T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:02:01.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day before my birthday</title><summary type='text'>I have said many times that I have reached the crossroads in my life - and on hindsight, those were not quite crossroads, but more forks on a straight road - a road which splits into two and you decide which to take, the right or left...which did set me on a stall, since i'm not great with options.so, i usually move on with what i thought was the correct turn and well, after a few correct turns, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7268558807863794013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7268558807863794013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7268558807863794013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7268558807863794013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-before-my-birthday.html' title='a day before my birthday'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6448287682566172964</id><published>2009-08-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:46:00.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it Him?</title><summary type='text'>Is there such a thing as 'obstacles' in our lives? By that, I would mean, that when we attempt to do something, it is either met with a lot of distractions or we are forced to deviate before hitting on the goal. For years, I have always been intrigued by this concept, not because it's critical to our growth, but that it's annoying to have to do things the long way when a shorter route was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6448287682566172964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6448287682566172964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6448287682566172964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6448287682566172964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-him.html' title='is it Him?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8130244983291385994</id><published>2009-07-30T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:26:05.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined or not?</title><summary type='text'>When all else fails, we resort to self-help, self-medication, meditation, reflection and whatever else we can think of to make things right.I have been floating between clinical depression and mild depression for more than a year - most times, i'm coping, but there will be days at a stretch when getting work done is near impossible. This is a piece for reflection, because it's one year since i've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8130244983291385994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8130244983291385994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8130244983291385994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8130244983291385994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/destined-or-not.html' title='Destined or not?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7559240251286793835</id><published>2009-07-29T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:23:38.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buy what we need, when we need it</title><summary type='text'>The strange thing about me is, now that I got my new toy with the standard initial charge-up of 8 mandatory hours before use, I haven't used it.  I was really excited about getting a light-weight gateway to the internet yet, I haven't found a good enough reason to use it, other than the fact that I don't have the MS-Office installed in it, yet.  I have started to transfer some files over to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7559240251286793835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7559240251286793835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7559240251286793835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7559240251286793835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/buy-what-we-need-when-we-need-it.html' title='buy what we need, when we need it'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4326106326421679189</id><published>2009-07-28T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:45:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the netbook</title><summary type='text'>I finally got my netbook - it's tiny and very sleek.I just cannot figure out whether I should get an external drive or not to load MS Office.  If I don't, it would mean not being able to do my work on it.  Google has documents which can be saved in pdf format which is very helpful, but my research needs to be done in word.  I could try to work it out in google, save it there and then pdf it over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4326106326421679189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4326106326421679189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4326106326421679189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4326106326421679189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/netbook_28.html' title='the netbook'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-662814600529735605</id><published>2009-07-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:14:55.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netbook</title><summary type='text'>Today is THE day I pick up my netbook. It's going to be interesting, since I was toying with this idea months ago but my colleagues seem to think that it won't be of much use because it's too small to comfortably work on although I could then lug it around - it's far lighter for a person who doesn't drive.Anyways, things always have an opportunity cost tagged to it.  In the case of the netbook, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/662814600529735605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=662814600529735605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/662814600529735605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/662814600529735605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/netbook.html' title='Netbook'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-910219049885658738</id><published>2009-07-25T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:38:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a mother - sigh</title><summary type='text'>You cannot help it but wonder sometimes how a child's state of unwell can distress even the calmest of parents.  Forget the fact that it's your kid - mine is 16 - he's put me through the initial hell of rolling off a mattress as an infant, falling into drain channels when he was a toddler, fever always in the high range that it induces convulsions, running out of the bathroom after a shower which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/910219049885658738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=910219049885658738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/910219049885658738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/910219049885658738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-mother-sigh.html' title='I am a mother - sigh'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5443064604806302572</id><published>2009-07-24T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:35:57.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pieces</title><summary type='text'>I'm working on another page - hopefully, it will someday soon, materialise.  I have had this thought for too many years and perhaps now is as good a time as any, to start work on it.  Perhaps this is also me, getting down to things.  I have this habit of having a priority list and each time something of a higher priority comes up, it gets a higher spot - leaving those low priority stuff always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5443064604806302572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5443064604806302572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5443064604806302572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5443064604806302572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pieces.html' title='New Pieces'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8196151421013063845</id><published>2009-07-22T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:21:31.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Share means?</title><summary type='text'>The sorting out of incidentals have driven me over the edge the past 13 months.  With each new month, I receive additional ancillary matters which needs attention.  This morning, I dealt with the Property Tax department.  Over the past 9 years, I have been paying Property Tax for this home on my own since the Taxman chose to bill me - no idea why since there are two owners with equal shares.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8196151421013063845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8196151421013063845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8196151421013063845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8196151421013063845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/equal-share-means.html' title='Equal Share means?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3199912307611219525</id><published>2009-07-21T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:47:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><summary type='text'>I shared with my team about the final date that has been scheduled and the corny thing is, everyone said the same thing - Independence Day.  Perhaps that's why we work well together - they understand me quite well.  They were tossing between Freedom and Independence and initially felt that Independence is not something new for me, since they felt that I'm independent already - freedom doesn't fit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3199912307611219525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3199912307611219525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3199912307611219525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3199912307611219525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-9053922522855160810</id><published>2009-07-20T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:43:31.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Eggs and Baskets</title><summary type='text'>We all prefer to know dates ahead of time - usually to plan better, it's something I apply in the different areas of my life - schedules.  I do not like surprises, doesn't matter if it comes in a box or in the form of an appointment/meeting - which may make me 'predictable' somehow.  So whilst I was winding down my old life, I appreciated to know a date, way before most people get to know - in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/9053922522855160810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=9053922522855160810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/9053922522855160810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/9053922522855160810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-eggs-and-baskets.html' title='of Eggs and Baskets'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5569938023468876131</id><published>2009-07-18T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:33:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ifs</title><summary type='text'>Because life is a constant struggle of making decisions, interacting and clearing goals, there is always this need to plan ahead.  This may not be true for some who are able to just be content and accept whatever that is being served as gourmet.Looking back at my life, I can say, that never have I had the luxury of sitting back and basking in contentment - because in my view, there is always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5569938023468876131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5569938023468876131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5569938023468876131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5569938023468876131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ifs.html' title='What Ifs'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3290388485152083560</id><published>2009-07-14T07:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:30:30.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson from Fire Ants</title><summary type='text'>This is a picture of fire ants I found nesting at a pavement.  They do not seem as large as the ones I found before, so I'm assuming that these are 'younger' ones - some look almost translucent.In any case, there is something to learn here.  Fire ants bite and it's rather painful when they do so and because they are rather large, the red bumps on our skin will be quite visible.Our reaction would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3290388485152083560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3290388485152083560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3290388485152083560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3290388485152083560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-from-fire-ants.html' title='a lesson from Fire Ants'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Slu-pgrEhSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_FmqsNYbJjI/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1384684772849794360</id><published>2009-07-13T06:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:20:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is the storm over?</title><summary type='text'>It would be safe for me to say that sometimes its easier not to care because when we don't, we do not subject ourselves to procrastinations about whether choice A is better than choice B, in terms of words and deeds.Why is it, that when we decide to label something, it takes on an entirely different tone and viewpoint and responses need to be measured?I have always believed that most people are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1384684772849794360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1384684772849794360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1384684772849794360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1384684772849794360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-storm-over.html' title='is the storm over?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2520993486775006563</id><published>2009-07-12T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:02:14.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is that empathy?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, was the first time, I stepped into what we could label politely as a 'secured' environment.  If anyone thought that it's like a holiday camp, where you get free food and lodging and even a K9 'pet' then you could be fooled if you're visually impaired.I have never done group therapy before, because I view that as some kind of membership, to which I do not have interest to be a part of.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2520993486775006563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2520993486775006563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2520993486775006563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2520993486775006563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-that-empathy.html' title='is that empathy?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4499401336816600672</id><published>2009-07-10T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:59:11.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>line of best fit</title><summary type='text'>I was watching Criminal Minds on MIO and it had this interesting episode - some police dept consulted a psychic about serial abductions - which some Criminologists feel to be very unscientific i.e. not evidenced based etc.  One team member of the crime unit decided to be unconventional and hear the psychic out.  He came up with a clue - that the victim was being held near a 'rocky coastline'.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4499401336816600672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4499401336816600672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4499401336816600672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4499401336816600672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/line-of-best-fit.html' title='line of best fit'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-5606323362084400701</id><published>2009-07-08T07:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:02:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncontrollable tailspin</title><summary type='text'>For the many who are very familiar with themselves, it's always good to be in control of our wants and non-wants.  The problem arises when we know what we want but we need housekeeping because we are caught in this puddle of dirt.  It's like getting tangled in seaweed when we are swimming out at sea.  Only two things can happen, we either get ourselves entangled, or we drown. Drowning is not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/5606323362084400701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=5606323362084400701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5606323362084400701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/5606323362084400701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncontrollable-tailspin.html' title='uncontrollable tailspin'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4145050025674888458</id><published>2009-07-07T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:20:43.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-destruction</title><summary type='text'>The first time I ever heard this word was in some TV sitcom too many years ago.  Must have been some sci-fi thing with robots of some sort.  Now, this word is etched in my head, where my personality rules,  quite similar to when we do a RESTORE/FDISK on our computer.When all else fails, we do a RESTORE/FDISK, so that the memory is cleared, HDD cleared and all viruses cleared.  I feel that until I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4145050025674888458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4145050025674888458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4145050025674888458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4145050025674888458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-destruction.html' title='Self-destruction'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2932584827016948577</id><published>2009-07-06T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:15:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Virus that gets people into a Coma</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the entire week, not just trying to resolve my intermittent wireless connection, but also, reconciling other events that have punctuated my life, leaving it perforated.Life is basically easy to understand - but relationships and people are complex - although I have returned distinctions for Relationship Studies, it's still quite a challenge for me.  Unfortunately, not everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2932584827016948577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2932584827016948577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2932584827016948577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2932584827016948577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-virus-that-gets-people-into-coma.html' title='Am I a Virus that gets people into a Coma'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1293816514523850951</id><published>2009-07-01T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:54:53.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not everything is stats</title><summary type='text'>For the many reasons I chose to do this work, I have more that tells me, it's time to move on.  I believe that I should always be reaching out for new challenges, not so much opportunities, but challenges.  However, because I have a good team with me, I hang on.  If there is money to be made, then let's hang on.  But it doesn't stop my mind from thinking about other options.  Perhaps that's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1293816514523850951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1293816514523850951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1293816514523850951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1293816514523850951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-everything-is-stats.html' title='not everything is stats'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SkrMe5J6AKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_N85ue3xHGQ/s72-c/DSC00284+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6820825010870748163</id><published>2009-06-30T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:08:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><summary type='text'>I have no idea what this Twitter does, but it looked easy enough - and so why not?  I managed to link it to this page and well, let's see what happens.  I am not high on using all the tools in the internet since time is never something I have in luxury, but I'm okay to just plod along to figure things out - if anything, it would give me endless hours of stress, just trying to get a whole big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6820825010870748163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6820825010870748163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6820825010870748163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6820825010870748163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6850881333452618253</id><published>2009-06-29T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:23:57.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being delusional</title><summary type='text'>Which is worse, having more information or less?  Most would say they prefer to have more information, so that if a decision has to be made, it would have been made based on what we term "informed" decision.  However, not everyone is able to put things in context and when there is an information overload, it confuses the situation instead of making things clearer.Whatever it is that we own, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6850881333452618253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6850881333452618253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6850881333452618253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6850881333452618253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-delusional.html' title='Being delusional'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4051506609532002673</id><published>2009-06-24T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:51:07.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of a Sunset</title><summary type='text'>Instead of ploughing through my books, I spent yesterday afternoon working and the greater part of the late afternoon and the entire evening, at an Orientation for volunteers.  It was supposed to be probably an hour thingie, but the organisation served light refreshments and so the briefing didn't start on time.  It started at the meeting point. We were waiting at different entrances.  By the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4051506609532002673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4051506609532002673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4051506609532002673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4051506609532002673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/irony-of-sunset.html' title='Irony of a Sunset'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SkIBl-XmmpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Z2ZIBVEErEw/s72-c/DSC00281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7615685855793487994</id><published>2009-06-23T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:27:13.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we still do our best?</title><summary type='text'>The worst thing about getting prepared for exams is not the revision or the reading up of text but the fact that it's either open book or closed book.  Most people are very happy to have an open book exam - which probably would work for any studying subject - but when it comes to something like stats, it really doesn't matter anymore.  You either know how to do manual calculations or you don't - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7615685855793487994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7615685855793487994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7615685855793487994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7615685855793487994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-we-still-do-our-best.html' title='do we still do our best?'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7181770034864166615</id><published>2009-06-21T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:32:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutter &amp; wastage</title><summary type='text'> As you can see, I'm making many attempts at getting the drawing of a cat right.  This cat, i've coloured like Pringles - at her best - asleep, almost all day.Unless the drawing is really bad, I usually save it on the art block and go back to make adjustments, an hour or so later.It's hanging in my kitchen.Besides drawing this, I've moved the fridger - yup, to create more space for baking and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7181770034864166615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7181770034864166615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7181770034864166615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7181770034864166615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/clutter-wastage.html' title='Clutter &amp; wastage'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sj4XCtP1MQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lJOKZpGJHlo/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-698107778852262391</id><published>2009-06-20T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:21:45.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do that 2 !</title><summary type='text'>This is my latest - first picture uploaded in a proper frame.  It's actually hanging in my bathroom - since I have repossessed my ensuite recently, I thought to give it a make-over with a personal touch.  I didn't think it was necessary to go out and buy decorative stuff if I could 'add-value' by being creative - after all, it's my and only my ensuite.Tough to fanthom, but besides taking the odd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/698107778852262391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=698107778852262391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/698107778852262391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/698107778852262391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-do-that-2.html' title='I can do that 2 !'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SjzP88ECGzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8hWtBXlnGdI/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-657802985047981522</id><published>2009-06-19T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:29:51.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganesha</title><summary type='text'>Probably the best I've done the past few days -this is Ganesha, mover of obstacles. In Hinduism, Ganesha is respected very much, because he's powerful and compassionate.  He is able to provide the much sought freedom from our ills.From what I understand, Ganesha lost his head through no fault of his.  At the base of his feet, is his friend, the mouse.  No creature or being is too insignificant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/657802985047981522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=657802985047981522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/657802985047981522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/657802985047981522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ganesha.html' title='Ganesha'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SjtYnNf1TiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-ruHM12zip4/s72-c/DSC00278+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-2012848465015920703</id><published>2009-06-19T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:24:29.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisco Drawing</title><summary type='text'> This would be the first solitary picture I have drawn so far, simply because I cannot imagine trying to do another parrot on this small space.  Already, I feel that the feathers are not convincing.  Well, Frisco is not quite as colourful, his body is mostly green, but if I did that, it will not look like a bird, but a blotch of colour.Again, I forgot to take a picture of the picture before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/2012848465015920703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=2012848465015920703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2012848465015920703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/2012848465015920703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/frisco-drawing.html' title='Frisco Drawing'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sjr1dnJujsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JtRE-BVzLQU/s72-c/DSC00274+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6167952504594886573</id><published>2009-06-19T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:14:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my son</title><summary type='text'>My son asked me to do a drawing of his fat cat - which is really tough since i'm no artist.  This is the best that I came up with.  I didn't colour it black, because I don't think I have the skill to actually have a gradation of black.   It's now on his desk. This picture tells the story of his cat, pringles - who spends most of her time dreaming, day and night - I usually have a vase of flowers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6167952504594886573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6167952504594886573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6167952504594886573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6167952504594886573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-son.html' title='For my son'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sjp0an4XotI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cFxngApE6i8/s72-c/cat+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7776882261082481271</id><published>2009-06-19T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:07:27.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Looking at you Kid!</title><summary type='text'>And so, I purchased a box of 24 water soluble colour pencils - and no GSS made me do it...just me, wanting to work with sufficient tools.As with all tasks, it's always more difficult when you start out with less than what you need to complete it, at least decently well. To me, the purchase (it's less than 10 bucks) was not a waste of money, because it would bring me hours of solitude - as with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7776882261082481271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7776882261082481271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7776882261082481271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7776882261082481271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-looking-at-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s Looking at you Kid!'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SjpyVNygiRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RIq2cAYvxO8/s72-c/swans+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-7176310716781329515</id><published>2009-06-18T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:51:34.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses - for my bedside</title><summary type='text'> Here's another of my drawing -roses, it's now on my bedside table. It still looks a bit stiff, but I'm gung-ho about fixing that - will pick up a box of coloured pencils, proper box and maybe it'll motivate me to get the drawings to be less harsh.This drawing will probably serve as a reminder, since it's the first thing I will see when I pick up my mobile phone in the morning - a reminder that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/7176310716781329515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=7176310716781329515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7176310716781329515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/7176310716781329515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/roses-for-my-bedside.html' title='Roses - for my bedside'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/Sjm4VYv93PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZiPuSgfJATs/s72-c/DSC00269+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3596922103696434750</id><published>2009-06-18T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:42:16.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds Of Paradise</title><summary type='text'>This is the other drawing I did for another empty picture frame.Actually, I think it's a decent attempt, since I didn't have a full set of coloured pencils.  As you can see, again, it's in a pair.  I'll probably try my hand at something else today, if time permits.  Perhaps upgrade to a larger drawing space and see what happens.I have not decided to change me profession - I have just decided that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3596922103696434750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3596922103696434750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3596922103696434750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3596922103696434750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/birds-of-paradise.html' title='Birds Of Paradise'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SjmZ5EPWfiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QPMVmzN0QIs/s72-c/DSC00268+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-1851953048223355224</id><published>2009-06-17T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:52:00.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personal expression</title><summary type='text'>I actually drew this.  Was bored, had some frames to put something in, and why not?  I'm Miss Impatient and really prefer not to leave a frame empty if I come across it. I read in the Feng Shui pages that we should not display pictures of solitary beings - lest we end up solitary. Well, although I'm a solitary being, preferring my own company most times, it doesn't mean that I would go down that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/1851953048223355224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=1851953048223355224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1851953048223355224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/1851953048223355224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-expression.html' title='personal expression'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJzJ0qlBGjU/SjkPc_RePeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YAxEoTLxpgM/s72-c/cardinals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-8132246392907551637</id><published>2009-06-17T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:27:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurity when helping</title><summary type='text'>Do we get equal opportunities?To be honest, over here, we don't.  To say, there isn't any position open, is being untruthful, because there are plenty, yet they will refuse an application when it's offered.why?Because, they prefer a certain type to work in their little environment - and because a lot of the heads (pardon me) are not totally qualified as well, they worry about who they hire.  That</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/8132246392907551637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=8132246392907551637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8132246392907551637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/8132246392907551637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/insecurity-when-helping.html' title='insecurity when helping'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-3200557423162396217</id><published>2009-06-16T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:15:01.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>My second post for the day - I have set out to do what I set out to do today.  Mission accomplished.I met my lawyer - a very unassuming character - oozing with calm and someone who listens and responds.  That's why he got the job - because he tells me what I need to know, not just what the manual says.    He's meticulous, not wanting to leave anything to chance and I appreciate that, because me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/3200557423162396217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=3200557423162396217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3200557423162396217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/3200557423162396217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-4994041571241145778</id><published>2009-06-16T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:30:11.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new road is being paved</title><summary type='text'>The time has come for me to actually do the paperwork for my divorce.  It's been a year actually, not of procrastination, but a year spent tidying up whatever loose ends that could be tidied up outside the legal framework.  I am now ready for the legal paperwork.Most lawyers expect delays, because even when divorces are amicable, they feel that people need validation before they are able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/4994041571241145778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=4994041571241145778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4994041571241145778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/4994041571241145778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-road-is-being-paved.html' title='A new road is being paved'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9528409.post-6391954330121922290</id><published>2009-06-15T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:18:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>economies of scale</title><summary type='text'>People deal with things differently - and it's acceptable.  It's for this very reason, we find ourselves at odds with one another sometimes and at other times, we gain social membership - to a group defined by it's members' idea of which collective trait they are gaining access to, like our circle of friends or if on a wider scale, some informal group.I do not belong to any - and if I seem to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/feeds/6391954330121922290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9528409&amp;postID=6391954330121922290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6391954330121922290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9528409/posts/default/6391954330121922290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinetbl.blogspot.com/2009/06/economies-of-scale.html' title='economies of scale'/><author><name>KATRINE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05514357988940315759</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
