<?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-3801858460905600290</id><updated>2012-01-29T01:20:40.739-05:00</updated><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Cooking and Food'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Digs'/><category term='Idiots'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Anger Management'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Pondering</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is simple. You make a decision, then you don't look back."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3444584777588448837</id><published>2008-10-03T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:24:52.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>I really don't like myself today for not able to be willing to wait patiently. I know, for the most parts, I have gotta take some times and see how things are going to turn out. Just like a classic advice; "only time can/ will tell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, that classic crap doesn't apply to many things on my mind today, and actually doesn't seem to fit well in many aspects of my life lately. It's so freaking frustrating and constantly driving me nuts! I mean, at some points, I feel, my anxiety is hitting the roof top; leaving me feeling like shit (excuse my language). It's not a so called *down* feeling, but more of a stupid obsession kinda thing. Hard to explain. That kinda feeling of wanting to speed-things-up-a-little-so-I-don't-waste-my-time feeling is making me hot inside. It's weird. I seem to get that a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I need to start spending more time alone; sorting things out. Maybe this is just me or something that I do that causes this crap. Maybe I shouldn't raise expectation or not having any expectation to start with. Maybe I should start thinking about me more and concentrate on today only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3444584777588448837?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3444584777588448837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3444584777588448837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3444584777588448837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3444584777588448837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/10/impatience.html' title='Impatience'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-7124036483381958077</id><published>2008-09-23T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:17:50.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Obsession Continues.......</title><content type='html'>Here comes my tattoo obsession. I remember having one several years ago. After I finally got my first tatto, the obsession was fading. It was so satisfying to finally get something I had been obsessing over for a long time. It's like an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret having that first tattoo done. I love everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same obsession has returned. I will let my obsession getting bigger and bigger and eventually sinking in. I know what I want, just not sure where to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will continue to be obsessive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7124036483381958077?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7124036483381958077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7124036483381958077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7124036483381958077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7124036483381958077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/obsession-continues.html' title='Obsession Continues.......'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5253493892978800746</id><published>2008-09-22T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:45:59.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Weird People or Are they just people who are different</title><content type='html'>I use the term *weird* very loosely. This is weird. This dish tastes weird. The building has weird shape. This person is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird people" They make me think.....what is weird? What are weird people and what did they do to be titled *weird*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdness varies. I think. Maybe being weird is just doing things differently than majority of people. Maybe this is weird if most people prefer wearing flip-flops in the summer and you are wearing winter boots. Maybe it is weird if most people like their steak medium and you get it well-done. Being different. Does that make you weird just because you don't go by the flow? Does that make you a weirdo if you think paler skin is more attractive than tanned? Does that make you strange if you hate Mexican food when the rest of America loving it? What is weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you being weird? or you are just different than others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5253493892978800746?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5253493892978800746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5253493892978800746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5253493892978800746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5253493892978800746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-people-or-are-they-just-people.html' title='Weird People or Are they just people who are different'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-5388090361917451020</id><published>2008-09-17T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:13:46.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>The Bushido</title><content type='html'>Meaning "&lt;strong&gt;Way of the Warrior&lt;/strong&gt;"--is a Japanese Code of Conduct and a way of the samurai life.Seven virtues of Bushido are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rectitude &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benevolence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respect &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honour &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very reasonable to follow the Bushido and practice them as a part of my lifestyle. I guess I just want to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5388090361917451020?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5388090361917451020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5388090361917451020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5388090361917451020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5388090361917451020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bushido.html' title='The Bushido'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-8854066264124734223</id><published>2008-09-15T11:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:27:49.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Gas Price</title><content type='html'>I heard that gas price will be going up to $4.99 a gallon some times pretty soon. My thoughts are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) WTF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Biking will be a great exercise (plus save $ too).&lt;br /&gt;3) What was I thinking buying a car that eats gas like a freaking gas pipe! 17 miles a gallon!!!?? I didn't even think about that when I saw its sunroof, 6-disc CD player, leather seats and all those craps.&lt;br /&gt;4) I've just pumped $50 in gas on this past freaking Saturday for an almost full tank, but here it is Monday morning, another $40 spent on halfa  tank. WTF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8854066264124734223?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8854066264124734223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8854066264124734223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8854066264124734223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8854066264124734223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/gas-price.html' title='Gas Price'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-894065382730950797</id><published>2008-09-02T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:26:36.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unexplainable Weird Things</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned in a few blogs ago, weird things seem to pop up here and there in my life. It's just simply odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, there was another thing happening to me. As much as I want it so badly to share this experience, I'm afraid it'd be way too graphic to explain. I just wanna throw it out there. Let me make up my mind first. Once I think it through how to put them in words, I will start sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-894065382730950797?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/894065382730950797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=894065382730950797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/894065382730950797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/894065382730950797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/unexplainable-weird-things.html' title='Unexplainable Weird Things'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-508923983572747365</id><published>2008-08-28T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:58:00.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Thrill of the Chase</title><content type='html'>There is really SOMETHING *thrilling* about stuff that is hard to obtain--the harder, the better...the more challenging in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need that in my life at this time. It's just not too healthy for me. What I really need is something that is easier to get and that I need to learn to appreciate what I have in general. I think I need to learn how to really kick back and relax and have the see-what-happens mentality. My mother's always thought me to be patient and to believe that if something is mine, it will always be mine without even trying. If something doesn't mean to be mine, I can try as hard as I can, but it's still not mine. I believe that. I want to be able to adapt that to my lifestyle. I think that is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, my ass is always doing the exact opposite. WTF. Anything that is there for me, I tell myself it can wait. I pretty much take it for granted. Anything that is not though, man, I pursue that aggressively. How do I change that? It can be tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-508923983572747365?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/508923983572747365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=508923983572747365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/508923983572747365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/508923983572747365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/thrill-of-chase.html' title='Thrill of the Chase'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-7680756174606337783</id><published>2008-08-27T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:55:31.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>OCD</title><content type='html'>I self diagnosed myself last night and am almost sure I have some kind of obsessive compulsive disorders. I guess I've always had certain characteristics for that, but never really put too much thoughts into it until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man....I had had a blast just thinking about it! Well..no I didn't. I don't. I wont have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive thoughts are the worst I think. Struggling to control my actions as a consequence from my thoughts is horrible. There is something called *temptation* that is waiting by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts.......temptation......self control? then....outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts.......temptation......no self control...then.....bad things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7680756174606337783?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7680756174606337783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7680756174606337783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7680756174606337783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7680756174606337783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/ocd.html' title='OCD'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5891964465430532680</id><published>2008-08-25T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:32:38.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Another Jersey</title><content type='html'>Imagine how much money Reebox makes selling licensed jersey alone each season....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another jersey this year--# 44 Dallas Clark. It's blue for home games. $80 something later, I walked out of Dick's feeling really dumb. What make me spend $80 freaking dollar on a nylon easy-to-put-together jersey like that? Wow...I did feel dumb...as a matter of fact, I've been feeling dumb until today. Yup, I spent that on number 44 and that the thing that said *authorized NFL license; Reebox*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, it was the Colts first home game at its brand new Lucas Oil Stadium. Now, I don't feel as dumb anymore. Apparently, if I am, I have so many friends wearing white and blue being dumb with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the football season, I guess I better start forgetting about the price tag......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5891964465430532680?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5891964465430532680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5891964465430532680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5891964465430532680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5891964465430532680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-jersey.html' title='Another Jersey'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5405411225775133720</id><published>2008-08-24T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:04:17.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Least Expected Thing</title><content type='html'>I've actually seen this happens here and there. You know when you are really expecting something or trying very hard to search for an answer, you don't seem to accomplish or not soon enough. When you don't expect it, not even thinking about it, or have already moved on, things have been answered unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one particular person I have long forgotten. Today, randomly, he shows up. I'm not saying this is a good or a bad thing, but it happens out of the blue. I'm thrill to see him again, but at the same time, it brings back certain feelings, which is not always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought what's the point of all these? Life is just getting more interesting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this fate? or is it just life in general?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5405411225775133720?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5405411225775133720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5405411225775133720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5405411225775133720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5405411225775133720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/least-expected-thing.html' title='A Least Expected Thing'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5312880533536352373</id><published>2008-08-22T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:44:10.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Pure Frustration</title><content type='html'>I have been so pissed off today on something I have ZERO control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a month or so ago, the company I work for has been merging with another one. Problem is all the PTO (paid time off) I have collected, they said they were going to pay it off, cut me a check blah blah blah. My first piss-off is...I didn't even ask for it. Vacation is another thing money can't buy. Money can buy you a nice vacation, but vacation will not happen without PTO. See, now you know how I feel about losing my PTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have over 100 hours of PTO, which is equal about $3000. It sounds pretty nice at first to have a big chunk of money coming my way, but heck, I realized a week or so that this check is taxable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So receiving the check is morning is really painful. I will not be able to get over this for a while. $700 taken out? WTF!!!!! I could have used that for a little vacation time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5312880533536352373?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5312880533536352373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5312880533536352373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5312880533536352373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5312880533536352373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/pure-frustration.html' title='Pure Frustration'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-2612467619115363746</id><published>2008-08-19T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:32:35.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Weird Week</title><content type='html'>These past two weeks have been weird.....very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird # 1   There was a fire at my apartment on August 7th. This drunk dude on the third floor decided to set his t-shirt on fire. As a result, everybody had to evaculate. Two rooms on the second floors were ruined. I got lucky, my apartment is almost untouched. But see, since there are some leaking on the third floor, my landlord put five industrial fans in my cribs. Very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird # 2    People. I have met a few weird/ confused people in the past two weeks. Normally this doesn't happen to me a whole lot, but for some odd reasons, I guess I hit the jackpot in the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird # 3    As much as I think motorcycle is dangerous, I got on one today. It reminds me so much of what adrenerine is and how much fun it can be to just go fast regardless. I wore the helmet tight so that if something ever happened, all my brain will be in the same place, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird # 4    I used to hate texting. *used to* I used to think texting is such as weird hobby and wondered why people don't just call each other. Now I'm a texting junkie. I even got an unlimited texing on my phone over the weekend....very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few other weird stuff going on. I wonder what's up with my life?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2612467619115363746?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2612467619115363746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2612467619115363746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2612467619115363746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2612467619115363746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-week.html' title='Weird Week'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-484495395732741706</id><published>2008-08-05T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:38:53.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SJhJY0KtUhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CHt404us9Og/s1600-h/Grey-Goose_range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231011657860076050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SJhJY0KtUhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CHt404us9Og/s400/Grey-Goose_range.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this print ad is beautiful. I also think the designs on the Grey Goose bottles are stunning and very inviting. The vodka itself probably doesn't cost much, but we all consumers pay for these eye candies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-484495395732741706?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/484495395732741706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=484495395732741706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/484495395732741706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/484495395732741706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-ad.html' title='Beautiful Ad'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SJhJY0KtUhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CHt404us9Og/s72-c/Grey-Goose_range.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2612276693903297732</id><published>2008-07-26T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:23:45.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>A Tired Saturday</title><content type='html'>I will feel like craps for the rest of the day--I already know from the feeling I had when I first got up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lulu's--a northside lounge--last night; being up until 4 in the morning. Three hours later, I dragged myself out to go to work. What a miserable life I have.....working on Saturday once again. Speaking of last night, I dressed down big BIG time for the spot. I literally wear a granny skirt (for comfy purposes) with a shirt and a flip-flop. When I got there, I knew I was unforgivably off. Definitely not a place to dress down because people may think you are picnicing. All I needed last night was a wooden basket filled with muffin, then I would have been completed as a picnic lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have a get together with a friend from work tonight. Not too sure how I will make it. Maybe a nap or so later on will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2612276693903297732?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2612276693903297732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2612276693903297732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2612276693903297732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2612276693903297732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired-saturday.html' title='A Tired Saturday'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-3731800296002218561</id><published>2008-07-24T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:47:12.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SIhqjHB3FmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QpDrTkGQ0Tg/s1600-h/Me+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226544518978279010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SIhqjHB3FmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QpDrTkGQ0Tg/s400/Me+001.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a few drinks, this is what happened a couple of weeks ago. From left G-Lo, Me, Marsha and Jen--a night out at a lived Blues and Jazz bar--the Slippery Noodles in downtown Indianapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that visit, I went there over and over. Aside from the fact that this bar located across the parking lot from my apartment, the music is awesome!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the age. I tend to enjoy lived music bar where I can sit back and relax over those crowded dance pubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3731800296002218561?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3731800296002218561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3731800296002218561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3731800296002218561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3731800296002218561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SIhqjHB3FmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QpDrTkGQ0Tg/s72-c/Me+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-1392942836744224956</id><published>2008-07-22T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:11:04.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Risks</title><content type='html'>I don't usually take risks. From my experiences, risks come with prices--some are good, some are bad. Whenever I take a risk, it usually ends badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there have been a few changes in my life. Job has been modified. I will be moving into a new apartment. My brother is coming to the US so soon. I have been thinking about returning to Thailand for good. Most importantly, one of the very few most important persons in my life will no longer fits well in this category. For whatever reason, years ago I have taken this risk and now it does not end up where I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, there is a new event occurred in my life--very randomly. I've never considered myself a risk taker, but now I wonder if I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between *want* and *need*....a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I take this shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do I just simply avoid the price that comes with risks by walking away now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1392942836744224956?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1392942836744224956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1392942836744224956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1392942836744224956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1392942836744224956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/risks.html' title='Risks'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2859361016330458389</id><published>2008-07-10T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:58:11.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>I believe most of us are blind and are more selfish when we are in love. When we are loving somebody, we want all of them. We want another person to be who we want them to be, we want them to act certain ways and ultimately, to love us as much as we love them. We are upset and disappointed when things don't go certain ways. Many times, we rely on another person way too much and having expectations that are not approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really practical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a philosophy class when I was back in college. The professor talked about love. What is love? and what about unconditional love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, true love must be unconditional. Love with no expectations. Love with feeling that we don't need anything in return. The true love is a feeling that we should be happy; simply just because the one you love is happy. True love does not expect ownership. True love is giving, regardless. True love is forgiving. We don't need to have another person to be ours to love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2859361016330458389?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2859361016330458389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2859361016330458389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2859361016330458389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2859361016330458389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-4102131282563471745</id><published>2008-07-02T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:50:32.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>10 Thoughts of Life by Me # 1</title><content type='html'>1) Treat people with respect and they will give you the same.&lt;br /&gt;2) What goes around, comes around. It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;3) When you treat people like shit, they will probably do the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;4) Nobody can dictate how you are going to run your life, if you don't want them around, just tell them.&lt;br /&gt;5) Family should be the most important thing in your life because at the end of the day, nobody really gives a shit about you except your own family.&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't take loved ones for granted, they will eventually give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;7) People who bitch, nag and complain at you are those who actually care.&lt;br /&gt;8) If you care about someone, don't lose their trust. Once the trust is broken, it takes a long time to earn it back and you don't even know whether you will be able to earn it back EVER.&lt;br /&gt;9) White lies are at times essential. It's just if you need to use one, make sure it is for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;10) You can make mistakes and many of them. You just need to be able to suck it up and learn from your mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4102131282563471745?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4102131282563471745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4102131282563471745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4102131282563471745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4102131282563471745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-thoughts-of-life-by-me-1.html' title='10 Thoughts of Life by Me # 1'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-1711874925439927459</id><published>2008-07-01T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:58:01.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><title type='text'>The Doggy Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGr8cmd3m8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/i9byoSKWZbo/s1600-h/bernese2usethisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218260686554504130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGr8cmd3m8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/i9byoSKWZbo/s400/bernese2usethisone.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGr8U9chpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1mhs3ZhNLeM/s1600-h/bernese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218260555283932482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGr8U9chpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1mhs3ZhNLeM/s400/bernese1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For over the years, I've always wanted a dog and the only reason I don't have one yet because I just want to make sure I don't turn to be that kind of people I hate--those that buy a dog and are unable to commit the it. All puppies are cute, but I do not want the cuteness to blind my judgement, so I'm still thinking. Since I've been thinking, now it turns to be my obsession. I happen to prefer bigger dogs, so I need to think a little harder I guess since I don't own a house. So space is an issue. In response to my obsession, in the next few days, I will be posting pictures of dogs I consider. A few of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photos: Bernese Mountain Dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1711874925439927459?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1711874925439927459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1711874925439927459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1711874925439927459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1711874925439927459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/doggy-obsession.html' title='The Doggy Obsession'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGr8cmd3m8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/i9byoSKWZbo/s72-c/bernese2usethisone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-6955216424010392872</id><published>2008-06-29T10:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:08:33.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><title type='text'>How to Photograph a New Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;English Mastiff&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWkWl-fvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vcBIKEUMKJM/s1600-h/english.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217304244616330994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWkWl-fvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vcBIKEUMKJM/s400/english.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gold Retrievers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWfAoftDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qMMND_zcuDA/s1600-h/golden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217304152821969970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWfAoftDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qMMND_zcuDA/s400/golden.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labrador Retrievers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWY8xGXoI/AAAAAAAAANs/oVNUh4550QY/s1600-h/labs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217304048705101442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWY8xGXoI/AAAAAAAAANs/oVNUh4550QY/s400/labs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remove film from box and load camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remove film box from puppy's mouth and throw in trash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remove puppy from trash and brush coffee grounds from muzzle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choose a suitable background for photo. Mount camera on tripod and focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find puppy and take dirty sock from mouth. Place puppy in pre-focused spot and return to camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about spot and crawl after puppy on knees. Focus with one hand and fend off puppy with other hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get tissue and clean nose print from lens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take flash cube from puppy's mouth and throw in trash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put cat outside and put peroxide on the scratch on puppy's nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put magazines back on coffee table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to get puppy's attention by squeaking toy over your head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Replace your glasses and check camera for damage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jump up in time to grab puppy by scruff of neck and say, "No, outside! No, outside!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean up mess. Fix a drink. Sit back in chair with drink and resolve to teach puppy "sit" and "stay" the first thing in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6955216424010392872?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6955216424010392872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6955216424010392872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6955216424010392872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6955216424010392872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-photograph-new-puppy.html' title='How to Photograph a New Puppy'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SGeWkWl-fvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vcBIKEUMKJM/s72-c/english.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-5628056103380922738</id><published>2008-06-13T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:41:33.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Something to Ponder about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SFMEgZNVuDI/AAAAAAAAANc/L8CPRxn_2c0/s1600-h/gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211514148366956594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SFMEgZNVuDI/AAAAAAAAANc/L8CPRxn_2c0/s400/gas.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, it's here. Indianapolis residents finally pay over $4 per gallon of unleaded. I spoke with a friend of my mom who lives in Chicago a few weeks ago, and the Chi town folks have already been paying at this price all along. It's our turn. Funny. There isn't really nothing we can do about it. I wonder how high it will go. I heard it will hit $5 by the 4th of July and $7 by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Photo by Matt Kryger/ The Star)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5628056103380922738?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5628056103380922738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5628056103380922738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5628056103380922738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5628056103380922738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-choice.html' title='Something to Ponder about'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SFMEgZNVuDI/AAAAAAAAANc/L8CPRxn_2c0/s72-c/gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-738131084751399022</id><published>2008-05-30T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:26:15.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm planning a trip back to visit Thailand. Last year when I went there, I was planning to at least visit Thailand at least twice a year, so that I don't miss too much of actions. I've been really missing home lately, so it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is; I ultimately really want to go home for good--to find a job, live and spend time with my family as much as possible. This is one area that I'm sure any foreigner (I consider myself a full-blooded Thai) living overseas will definitely agree with me, the worst side of living overseas alone is having the rest of family back home wherever you home country is (though this applies to those who are close to family and have good life back home.) Many tell me I need to just suck it up if I've decided to live outside my mother's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, once again, another trip back to Thailand has been largely planned. I'm thinking about late August and will be there for at least a month. I start to think that after this trip, whatever happens, it will make more sense to leave the US during one of those cold months since I hate it so much, instead of leaving during one of the nicest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-738131084751399022?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/738131084751399022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=738131084751399022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/738131084751399022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/738131084751399022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/thailand-trip.html' title='Thailand Trip'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-165418431827131322</id><published>2008-05-27T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:52:07.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Lucas Oil Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDy5LEIESKI/AAAAAAAAANU/hQ1Kk3B7cTU/s1600-h/lucas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238869070727330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDy5LEIESKI/AAAAAAAAANU/hQ1Kk3B7cTU/s400/lucas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bird-eye-view picture shows the RCA Dome on the right hand (yes, that big fluffy white stuff) and the Colt's new many millions dollars Lucas Oil Stadium in the middle of the picture. Please note that this picture is not current. I hope that this weekend I will be able to drag myself a few blocks from my apartment to take a picture or two of the almost-finish stadium. It's almost completed--supposed to be ready for the first game this season. I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this new stadium will pay Indianapolis off as the city will host the Super Bowl in 2012. Four years from now I guess. Can you imagine fans from all over the country fly to Indianapolis for their vacation (or fun time) in February in the middle of nowhere where the average temperature is near freezing (glass half full), well let me say this again, when the temperature is below zero. I'm not trying to be negative here since this should be a great thing for the city, but who want to have fun and it's freezing out. Think, if Super Bowl is held in Florida. Think, when Super Bowl is held in Indy. I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDy47ylYD3I/AAAAAAAAANM/4cRPapLvjZQ/s1600-h/lucas.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-165418431827131322?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/165418431827131322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=165418431827131322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/165418431827131322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/165418431827131322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucas-oil-stadium.html' title='Lucas Oil Stadium'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDy5LEIESKI/AAAAAAAAANU/hQ1Kk3B7cTU/s72-c/lucas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2827369929540376185</id><published>2008-05-24T23:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:36:08.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDjdw9RXY-I/AAAAAAAAANE/mW7JeK73AFY/s1600-h/parade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204153202577466338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDjdw9RXY-I/AAAAAAAAANE/mW7JeK73AFY/s400/parade+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDjdddz2IjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6_LKCdGudCE/s1600-h/parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204152867714638386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDjdddz2IjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6_LKCdGudCE/s400/parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realize my blog has been looking pretty pitiful in the past months. With lots of things going on, work wise, I barely have that kind of time to update my blog. You know 'that' kind of time when I know I want to document my life somewhere. Memorial Day weekend in Indy is more of a race weekend. Tons of Indy 500 fans are in town this week for the race tomorrow. I really don't care much about the race--bunch of loud noise, RVs and drunks, though the parade makes the town kind of festive in a way. What a shame is that I have moved to downtown where my apartment is a walking distance from where the parade was taken place, but didn't even make an attempt to attend it. The most shameful moment of my life comes to the fact that I once again missed a chance to see 'Slash' in person. *sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos courtesy: &lt;em&gt;the Indianapolis Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2827369929540376185?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2827369929540376185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2827369929540376185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2827369929540376185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2827369929540376185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/coming-back.html' title='Coming back'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SDjdw9RXY-I/AAAAAAAAANE/mW7JeK73AFY/s72-c/parade+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-8040922932319372954</id><published>2008-04-24T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:38:53.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SBE0g4f1rnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6mOslKjFmXo/s1600-h/47563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192989584861277810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SBE0g4f1rnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6mOslKjFmXo/s400/47563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I really enjoy Andrew Zimmern's Bizaar Food on Travel channel. The guy does a good job when it comes to an eating/ traveling show. This guy eats pretty much anything--beating frog's heat, stinky tofu, donkey's tail..etc. The weirdest crap I never thought anybody would want to eat, he eats them all. BUT the funny thing is, he just cannot stand Durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durians. I actually know many people who aren't a big fan of the fruit either. I feel, Durians have weird smell, but heck, it's just a fruit after all.  Andrew just cannot handle it. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8040922932319372954?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8040922932319372954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8040922932319372954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8040922932319372954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8040922932319372954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-show.html' title='Food show'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/SBE0g4f1rnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6mOslKjFmXo/s72-c/47563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-6765482620506010921</id><published>2008-03-25T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:16:38.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>New Crib, New View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R-nAAYduBLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uPaHoPiAvR4/s1600-h/OUT+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883959066100914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R-nAAYduBLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uPaHoPiAvR4/s400/OUT+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well well well.&lt;br /&gt;With this cheap point-and-shoot camera I have, here is a view from my bedroom window (remember, I have moved!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to brag about it, but this picture is not a good angle of downtown Indy. What you see in an old ass train track next to a parking garage. As I've mentioned earlier, I'm blaming it on the camera I have (think 5 bucks Walmart disposal camera). I couldn't do wide angle, so basically you cannot see Pacers arena (which is a bit to the right of this frame) and the RCA Dome (old Colts stadium) a bit to the left and Lucus Oil Stadium (new Colts stadium) a bit next to RCA. This is sad. I guess next time I should try with a *real* camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I do miss my 'burb lifestyle a bit since I move downtown. Things ain't the same if you know what I mean. No Target next door, which is a huge deal (well....that's it. Target takes up about 90% why I miss suburban living.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6765482620506010921?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6765482620506010921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6765482620506010921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6765482620506010921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6765482620506010921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-crib-new-view.html' title='New Crib, New View'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R-nAAYduBLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uPaHoPiAvR4/s72-c/OUT+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3591123643092245086</id><published>2008-03-24T17:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:33:41.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Copyrights Matter</title><content type='html'>Sorry.....Jabbawockeez clip from YouTube I'd posted earlier is no longer because of the copyrights stuff from MTV. I think the company that manage copyrights for MTV has claimed their entity of all *best dance crew* clips aired on MTV.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame them, but it is kind of weird since these clips have been posted on YouTube since forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3591123643092245086?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3591123643092245086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3591123643092245086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3591123643092245086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3591123643092245086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/copyrights-matter.html' title='Copyrights Matter'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-2631997870898497002</id><published>2008-03-15T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:12:26.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><title type='text'>Jabbawockeez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q4c5ijfadE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a bit of an embarrasment really to admit how much I love this crew. Watch them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2631997870898497002?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2631997870898497002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2631997870898497002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2631997870898497002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2631997870898497002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/jabbawockeez.html' title='Jabbawockeez'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-185880699584223893</id><published>2008-03-08T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:50:19.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175243516210972354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R9IojvHmBsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VNySDtYoXNM/s400/6a00c2252c86eb8fdb00d4141a9784685e-320pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I hate driving in snow (yep, new year, new attitude. I dislike snow, but not hating it). But I hate driving in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is clearly explained on the left side of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I figure, if I drive snow, I shouldn't be that bad. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there are always some idiots driving in full speed hurry up to......you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who won't leave you any f__king space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-185880699584223893?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/185880699584223893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=185880699584223893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/185880699584223893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/185880699584223893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R9IojvHmBsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VNySDtYoXNM/s72-c/6a00c2252c86eb8fdb00d4141a9784685e-320pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-8762643344269080817</id><published>2008-03-06T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:37:36.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Computer position</title><content type='html'>So here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking the reason I've been gone for a long while from blogging is because of my recent move and all, but see, I've come to a conclusion that moving is just a part of it. I break it down and here is what I've discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Laziness (same laziness as wanting to work out more, but use classic excuse "I don't have time to work out) lame, lame, lame. So this part is about 20%&lt;br /&gt;2) Move (I didn't have an internet connection at home for about 2 weeks or so.) 40%&lt;br /&gt;3) New computer location 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain more about my new computer location. At my old joint, I permanently keep my laptop on a coffee table located between my television and my favorite couch. So when I watch TV, I can also be online and do whatever. I spend most of my blogging and serving at this spot. When my back starts aching, I lift the laptop up and lay it on my lab while I can sit back. When my eyes are tired of staring at the computer screen I watch TV. I can basically lay on my couch, watch TV and blog all at the same time without steping out of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It different now. At my new place, I don't station my computer in front of the TV. I put it on the dining table, which (theorically, is a better location and is healthier for my back because I have to sit up) is further from TV and the dining room chair is nothing near comfortable comparing with my fav couch (it's comfortable, but I can't really lay on my dining room chair if you know what I mean.) I have tried to get myself to sit at my new spot for a lenght of time, but it's just not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I've not been a regular blogging here (not saying I won't be, but kind of explaining myself a bit of why I have been gone for a while.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8762643344269080817?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8762643344269080817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8762643344269080817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8762643344269080817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8762643344269080817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-position.html' title='Computer position'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-4766365884612879602</id><published>2008-02-22T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:07:31.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>My Absence</title><content type='html'>It's been three weeks of my absence. I've been moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of this very reason, I have not been online at all at home (and at work has been out of the question; I have barely had my lunch break). Cable company I used at the old apartment doesn't provide services here in downtown. The new cable company (which I usually get internet access through cable company) cannot come to set up systems at my new place until...well...yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you have it. I hope to be able to get back to my routine pretty soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4766365884612879602?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4766365884612879602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4766365884612879602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4766365884612879602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4766365884612879602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-absence.html' title='My Absence'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-1406201838711433257</id><published>2008-01-26T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:12:09.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>I'm tired all the time. As my birthday approaching, I feel like an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle I'm leading is not good enough I guess. Speaking of this, I'm going to sound like an old lady to y'all, but here it goes. I used to be like...drinking, partying, eating lots of junks, intaking 'substances' I guess those-who-wish-to-live-longer woouldn't and so on, and yet I felt fine. I could feel lots of energy in my bones and body. No problem. Of course, that time was when I was between 17-24. Ancient stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................Now, as I'm approaching 30 plus 1 (nope, I refuse to spell it out!) I rarely drink (because of medications I'm taking; forbidding me to),  eat fairly little better, and no longer try weird substances. I feel like crap. I feel like I'm borrowing a 50-year-old-lady body. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about what I did a few months ago (okay, okay, 7 months ago) that have actually made me feel great. Spin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin class, exercise, whatever. What a great class! What a great exercise! I definitely need to move my ass to the gym to boost up some energy. The gym membership I have been paying every month (and I can count with my fingers how many times I've visited the place.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1406201838711433257?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1406201838711433257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1406201838711433257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1406201838711433257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1406201838711433257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifestyle.html' title='Lifestyle'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-1037141791377693596</id><published>2008-01-18T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:52:58.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Meats</title><content type='html'>I come across a clip taped at a slaughter house (mainly for cows) this evening. It's very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this kind of video gets me every single time. I start feeling bad and very inhumane for eating things with a face. It's very crual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess over the years, I have eaten less and less dark meats. The reason isn't really because what I've pondered above, but for some reasons, I haven't felt like eating a lot of them. I think I prefer chicken and fish. And then I'm thinking, maybe I should really try to cut down. I usually don't eat any meat or dairy products two days a week. I guess I should consider increasing the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think we need to eat any meat, really. Human's teeth aren't really made for animal meat really. I've heard some research on this in the past--human are not meat eaters. So, Why do we eat meat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1037141791377693596?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1037141791377693596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1037141791377693596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1037141791377693596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1037141791377693596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/meats.html' title='Meats'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-1331361701379971036</id><published>2008-01-17T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:00:50.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Getting by in the Winter</title><content type='html'>Every year, I have this conversation with myself of how much I hate winter and what I should do to keep myself as happy as possible in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become such a big fan of weather channel, which no, I don't do much of television, but op for ones via various website. They're updated pretty often. Although I can really do absolutely NOTHING to change a thing about weather in the upcoming day, I guess, it's comfort to be able to plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've come to terms. I finally get to the bottom of my hatre of winter. It comes down to the chain reactions of the followings:&lt;br /&gt;1) Winter makes driving a suicidal action.&lt;br /&gt;2) Winter makes me haand I have to drag myself out of bed and start my car every single morning!&lt;br /&gt;3) Winter makes me have to lose hours of sleep each week because of what've been mentioned above plus spare time to drive to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;4) Winter makes me have to labor myself scraping brutal/cold ice out of my car. My hands are freezing cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now (and I haven't even come close to mentioning many little annoying things like higher electric bill.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1331361701379971036?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1331361701379971036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1331361701379971036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1331361701379971036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1331361701379971036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-by-in-winter.html' title='Getting by in the Winter'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-3002413762073555782</id><published>2008-01-12T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:12:31.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Chili Experiment</title><content type='html'>I'd never thought making Chili is such a joy until I've discovered the taste of a good bowl of Chili myself. The thing is, I love everything slow-cooked. I love saute-and-let-it-sit kind of cooking; from Chicken-n-Noodle to Stew; from Pot Pie to Pot Roast. And here, Chili; is how I make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Chili-----I use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 pound of ground beef/ chunk&lt;br /&gt;1 very large onion or 5 small onions&lt;br /&gt;1 very large green pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 can of stew tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 can of fire-roasted diced tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 can of tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;onion power&lt;br /&gt;garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;sea salt&lt;br /&gt;beef broth to taste&lt;br /&gt;Chili mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I use Chili mix--not too pround of it, but for a beginner like me, so I guess I have to start somewhere. I though look at the package. I think next time I will make my own without the seasoning mix. I think I have to buy---chili powder, ground cumin, cayanne pepper powder and dried oregano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also let my pot of Chili cook on low for....em....forever. What I've discovered from my last attempt is that Chili tastes even much better the following day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3002413762073555782?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3002413762073555782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3002413762073555782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3002413762073555782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3002413762073555782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/chili-experiment.html' title='Chili Experiment'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-6373692389262709550</id><published>2008-01-08T20:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:21:16.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Family Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R4Qdkr2jABI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sSZvGK9Ey8A/s1600-h/alli60.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know until a few years after I came to the US that there is actually such thing as 'Family Doctor.' I remember someone at a hospital in Muncie had asked me for the name of 'my doctor.' My answer that day was, "huh, what did you say again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, in the past year, I found one. I actually got a referal from a close former co-worker recommending me to see Dr. Stine. I checked with my insurance and he is in my network. I'm also lucky his office is right across the street from my apartment. Since then, I've been seeing him on a regular basis for things here and there, that I don't think I need to see an ENT for it. If I have to name a benefit of having a family doctor, it will be---I no longer have to make months worth in advance to see him when I need a professional opinion on things. This may sound weird, but I really do enjoy seeing a doctor--in general. I think co-payments are worth giving me a peace of mind. I also enjoy the idea of having an expert offers me their opinion. Take a year or so ago as an example, I had an ear surgery due to a few appointments made with a few doctors. I think medical advises give me a better idea of how I should take care of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dr.Stine is great. I'm lucky for finding him in the first place anyway. He runs his practice with his wife and another intern, so imagine that. I think the best thing about him is that he does take a lot of time with patients, listen and does offer easy-to-understand advises and explaination. I can't even word how great this doctor is (maybe I should dedicate the whole blog writing about him), but he is probably one of the best doctor out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhow, my friends, if you have not yet had a family doctor, find one. See one on a regular basis is a good idea. As I age, I'm aware I do sound like an old lady, but I think it's important to treat your body the way it deserves and just like a car, our body needs regular maintanance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6373692389262709550?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6373692389262709550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6373692389262709550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6373692389262709550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6373692389262709550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-doctor.html' title='Family Doctor'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-6420166384943111426</id><published>2008-01-04T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:38:21.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Downtown Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R37v9b2jAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BMlocA7kjcs/s1600-h/565_City_Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151818862486028290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R37v9b2jAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BMlocA7kjcs/s400/565_City_Skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm moving to downtown Indianapolis at the end of my lease (the end of this month). The funny thing is that, after analyzing myself over and over, I'm really not a downtowner (even though I believed throughout my life I loved living in the city). I think when one lives in downtown, they need to take advantage of the stuff downtown has to offer, say, mall shopping, bars hopping, sport events etc. Why? Why pay more to live in downtown if you don't even care about all these excitements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past three years, I have been living in the 'burb' with easy access to highways (when highways are easy to be accessed, I'm pretty much close to anything really). The cheesy 'burb' lifestyle is more laid back, quieter and offers less traffice. It gives you a chilled environment downtown cannot offer. Downtown Indianapolis is not bad though. It is actually really close to where I work. Downtown Indianapolis can be jammed if there are events. Both Colts Stadiums and Pacers Arena are both in the heart of downtown. There are a large mall, hotels, bookstores, bars and bunch of restaurants. So it can get pretty crowded here and there. But it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I first saw the loft-style apartment where I will be moving in, I felt very much in love with it. High ceiling, lots of living areas and the complex seems to be pretty safe. So here I am going. I'm pretty anxious about it really. I guess I can get really creative with the loft-style apartment. Once I take some pictures inside, I will share them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6420166384943111426?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6420166384943111426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6420166384943111426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6420166384943111426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6420166384943111426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/downtown-living.html' title='Downtown Living'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R37v9b2jAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BMlocA7kjcs/s72-c/565_City_Skyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3352765299023391850</id><published>2008-01-01T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:12:53.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008/ 2551---Year of Rat</title><content type='html'>Another New Year. January reminds me of my birthday. This year I'm once again getting older. I will be 31 in 29 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day opens up with windy snowey all day long. Temperature must have been staying below 20 all day and as I'm writing this, it drops to 18 degrees, but feels like 5 according to weather channel. This time of the year, I wonder, what I'm doing in such a bitterly cold weather like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this new year will bring lots of excitements and good stuff. My resolutions are carried on from my last years--lose weights and exercise more (It is such a comfort knowing many out there share the same resolutions as mine. Gym will be a crowded place in the next few weeks. Weight loss after the holidays I guess.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3352765299023391850?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3352765299023391850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3352765299023391850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3352765299023391850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3352765299023391850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008-2551-year-of-rat.html' title='Happy New Year 2008/ 2551---Year of Rat'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5809540373038159355</id><published>2007-12-31T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:27:34.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>My Expectation(s) of Thailand</title><content type='html'>........is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware; an individual without an expectation appears to be a hopeless person. It appears to many not having any expectation shows lacks of hopes and dreams. It shows a sense of surrender. It makes me sound like I'm giving up on Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand, just like any other countries, has bads and goods; ups and downs. New Year is just another day. The world is still spinning. We continue to do our things. Thailand remains a country; not hell nor heaven. Many love Thailand, many hate Thailand. Many believe Thailand is an exotic location while other says Thailand is a high crime area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is: who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can names many things that make me frustrated about Thailand and can make a long list of what can be changed in order to make Thailand a better place. But again, why look into what I don't like about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I dislike this and hate that aren't going change a thing. Why not concentrate on what I like about it. At least, it is healthy to stick with positive things. I cherish what Thailand has as a country and the country that I grew up on; many little things--bad or good--count and these little things are perfect components of making me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It's a New Year. It's just another day. Let's make a wish and take actions; instead of making unnecessary expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm writing and posting this based on US Central Stadard time. Happy New Year in Thailand. Here is the US....we are 4 hours shy of New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5809540373038159355?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5809540373038159355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5809540373038159355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5809540373038159355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5809540373038159355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-expectations-of-thailand.html' title='My Expectation(s) of Thailand'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2383488712787829454</id><published>2007-12-27T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:10:20.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>That easy????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R3Ro1r2i_-I/AAAAAAAAALc/0osXsZTm718/s1600-h/high_school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148855545505185762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R3Ro1r2i_-I/AAAAAAAAALc/0osXsZTm718/s400/high_school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess it shouldn't be something to brag about. Hey! World.....my blog's reading level is *HIGH SCHOOL*. Wow......what a big shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go bang my head against the wall a few times fellas. I need some times to get myself together a bit, drag my truely self out of misery, being depressed a few more days and I will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the *uck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and I thought I write smart.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2383488712787829454?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2383488712787829454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2383488712787829454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2383488712787829454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2383488712787829454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-easy.html' title='That easy????'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/R3Ro1r2i_-I/AAAAAAAAALc/0osXsZTm718/s72-c/high_school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-5359509374074763582</id><published>2007-12-21T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:41:47.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy; I had been simply too lazy to maintain my very own blog in the past two weeks. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done much in the past two weeks either. Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got a *flu shot* on the 17th. This must be my first flu shot ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'd been sick....flu virus...something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I've been hunting and considering to relocate to downtown Indianapolis. On-going.&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday, Dan and I plan to go to South Bend for Christmas...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should I go to Thailand again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5359509374074763582?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5359509374074763582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5359509374074763582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5359509374074763582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5359509374074763582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-7521239278711123640</id><published>2007-12-10T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:58:02.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Sexiest Man Alive 2007</title><content type='html'>Every year, People magazine rank 100 men as 'Sexiest Man Alive'.  Criteria? Not really sure. Do I agree with them? Not this year. Here is the top 10 men who are supposed to be ten sexiest. Wanna see pictures, google their name or just go to &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/"&gt;www.people.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. Matt Demon&lt;br /&gt;2. Patrick Dempsey&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;4. Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;5. James Mcavoy&lt;br /&gt;6. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;7. Dave Annable&lt;br /&gt;8. Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;9. Javier Bardem&lt;br /&gt;10. Shemar Moore&lt;br /&gt;I've always wonder: why Brad  Pitt? He seems to be extraordinary 'hot' in millions of girls' eyes, youngs or olders.  Is it his large jawlines? Is that dirty blonde hair? Brad is a good looking guy, but he is not close to top ten....at least to me. And girls, do you really think Patrick Dempsey is sexy? What about Matt Demon? Matt Demon is surely cute, but sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I define something sexy (oh yeah.....things can be sexy too!) when that particular thing has sex appeals such as brandy glasses. I also define a woman sexy when that woman has curves..carries hour glass figure and is able to express her feelings through her eyes. I define a man sexy when his body has definitions with muscular figure, carries a body that can protect and has deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to name......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7521239278711123640?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7521239278711123640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7521239278711123640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7521239278711123640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7521239278711123640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/12/sexiest-man-alive-2007.html' title='Sexiest Man Alive 2007'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-8590881490479586888</id><published>2007-12-04T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:49:58.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Snow coming.....snow</title><content type='html'>Another....year, again, I'm complaining. I never seem to get used to it...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this time of the year comes around, there is this voice running back and forth, taking over my head, asking me: "what the hell am I doing here?" Of all the places in the US, what the heck am I doing in the snowey state of Indiana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad at myself starting this month when the temperature starts to drop. The madness of myself goes from December all the way to February (if I'm lucky enough), but mostly will go all the way to March next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to sense that I don't really hate snow itself (though I don't like it either!), but more of a driving in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in snow can be a great challege. Last week, a friend of mine said that driving in a slipery road can be fun when you are sliding all over the place; it's just like an ice skating. I am thinking, heck no, no fun here for me. It may have been fun if I am the *only* driver on the road. Now, reality is, it's not gonna happen in millions years. When I am driving on an icy road, I'm not only dangerous to myself, but to those drivers nearby. When I'm driving on a snowey, slipery road, I'm already sliding (oh heck no, ABS does nothing for my life and car while I'm driving), but every single time I look over to the guy nearby, they are sliding as well. I'm not even talking about those in front and behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming though, whether I like it or not. Tonight all the way to tomorrow--our first snow in Indy will be up to 5 inches high. I really do hope our weather guy is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8590881490479586888?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8590881490479586888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8590881490479586888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8590881490479586888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8590881490479586888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-comingsnow.html' title='Snow coming.....snow'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-7096067600813227038</id><published>2007-11-28T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:37:38.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget</title><content type='html'>Just a thought, a personal ponder, an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated a lot, then I forget. When I tell somebody I forget something, I really mean what I say. Whatever it is; doesn't bother or matter to me anymore. Somebody isn't like that and it's cool. We all have different approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find it very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when people offend me, piss me off; making me wanting to bite their head off. I do let them know though that I don't appreciate it. But soon, I find a reason or so to forgive them. I don't hold grudges against them. I don't use that very reason to attack them or even mention it to cause irrational problems. But if they ask me if I have forgotten, I'd tell them straight up I haven't and there is no due date on when I will. I may forget next week, next month or next year. But chances are: I just simply do not forget--never. I'm usually not like this unless there are certain circumstances I find very unexceptable.Throughout my lifetime, I can count 2. I keep it as a lesson I guess. Personally I don't think it is a good quality in me. Well, it isn't good for me mentally because this kinds of thing can add up if you know what I mean. If I can find a reason to let it go from my never-forgetting mind, I think I should. It allows more space in my brain to absorb many other positive things. What I dislike most is that Many people say they have forgiven and actually have forgetten, but when you look deep down into their eyes, they really haven't--at all. This kind of thing shows if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what other people think about this matter when they honestly look at themselves and how they handle certain things that bother them most. Do they just forgive and forget it, or they forgive, but not forget or the other way around? I wonder if they ever hold grudges against somebody? Do they let that person know? I'm just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya. It's just another boring blog from me (which I've been doing a lot lately) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7096067600813227038?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7096067600813227038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7096067600813227038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7096067600813227038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7096067600813227038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgive-and-forget_28.html' title='Forgive and Forget'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-412989524219268404</id><published>2007-11-28T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:37:38.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget</title><content type='html'>Just a thought, a personal ponder, an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated a lot, then I forget. When I tell somebody I forget something, I really mean what I say. Whatever it is; doesn't bother or matter to me anymore. Somebody isn't like that and it's cool. We all have different approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find it very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when people offend me, piss me off; making me wanting to bite their head off. I do let them know though that I don't appreciate it. But soon, I find a reason or so to forgive them. I don't hold grudges against them. I don't use that very reason to attack them or even mention it to cause irrational problems. But if they ask me if I have forgotten, I'd tell them straight up I haven't and there is no due date on when I will. I may forget next week, next month or next year. But chances are: I just simply do not forget--never. I'm usually not like this unless there are certain circumstances I find very unexceptable.Throughout my lifetime, I can count 2. I keep it as a lesson I guess. Personally I don't think it is a good quality in me. Well, it isn't good for me mentally because this kinds of thing can add up if you know what I mean. If I can find a reason to let it go from my never-forgetting mind, I think I should. It allows more space in my brain to absorb many other positive things. What I dislike most is that Many people say they have forgiven and actually have forgetten, but when you look deep down into their eyes, they really haven't--at all. This kind of thing shows if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what other people think about this matter when they honestly look at themselves and how they handle certain things that bother them most. Do they just forgive and forget it, or they forgive, but not forget or the other way around? I wonder if they ever hold grudges against somebody? Do they let that person know? I'm just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya. It's just another boring blog from me (which I've been doing a lot lately) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-412989524219268404?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/412989524219268404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=412989524219268404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/412989524219268404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/412989524219268404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and Forget'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5919718115573068827</id><published>2007-11-26T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:45:10.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>If you can't beat them, JOIN them</title><content type='html'>While I'm writing this blog, I'm waiting for Steelers/ Dolphins game to start. There has been a delay though due to some on-going rain and lightings--this is killing those new grasses laid nicely at Heinz Field. It will be muddy night in Pittsburg (though I'm not complaining. I'm very anticipating to see muddy Rothisburger rolling around the on field any minutes now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Indianapolis myself offers me many opportunity to attend many professional sport events from Pacers to Colts and the city itself is the home of NCAA headquarter, especially last year, the Colts has won our city the first Lombardi Trophy--this makes it more exciting for sport fans around here. Since I've moved to the US, I know I'll end up liking football. Aside from my job requirement to attend various games from time to time, I find myself begging my boss to let me go to football games--both home and away games. Football (American football) has appealed to me as an aggressive sport. During my first year in the US, little as I knew, I didn't understand the game well (although I understand enough of how form-fitting those pants are, lol). So I didn't get to enjoy it. At first I a little oppose an idea of sitting there and watching a game after another. Saturdays are college games and Sundays are NFL....soon I learn the system. Living in an environment when almost all my friends, co-workers, boyfriend and pretty much anybody I know worship football, I soon join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find football pretty amazing really. I'm not surprise how much I love football now, but I'm a little surpise on how long I can sit and watch football on weekends. For once, I'm amazed on how big of the football business and how much money/ business football has generated to the city. I'm thinking about a controversial subject occured in Indianapolis just a year or so ago on whether the city should use tax payers money to fund a new Colt stadium. By the time I know it, I can see a brand new billions dollars stadium 80% built anticipating to be ready for 2008 season a few minutes from my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I'm off to watch the game. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5919718115573068827?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5919718115573068827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5919718115573068827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5919718115573068827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5919718115573068827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them.html' title='If you can&apos;t beat them, JOIN them'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-9092152523445734412</id><published>2007-11-25T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:19:09.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>First Snow on Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'm not a festive person--either inside or outside of Thai traditions. So when it comes to one of these American's family-bound holidays--Thanksgiving--I'm not too excited about it either; nothing personal. That's what exactly I'd told my boyfriend this past week, "Hey, since I have to come back to work on Friday, I'm cool if you want to go without me." Of course, that sounds very much like an excuse to him. So I went ahead--just to please every party involved--hanging out with them on the Turkey day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans seem to make a big deal out of a few holidays--one is Thanksgiving, another is Christmas. Many say these two days bring family together, spend time with them and enjoy good foods. Since many people here realize I don't have many family members around in the States; they automatically assume I must be lonely. They don't know better I guess. If I am to miss my family, it doesn't matter if it's Thanksgiving or Christmas. I am to miss my family on, say, Columbus Day, and I am to miss my family on Veteran day or any other no-name days......I do not need *special* festive holiday to miss them. Though...this doesn't get through many's head. Don't get me wrong. I'm no holidy hater. I'm absolutely thankful for my boyfriend's family to insist on having me to attend this very special event at their home. I'm thankful for those neatly-made traditional foods laid on a large table. I'm very grateful for having such wonderful parties and conversations (oh...and those pies with whipped cream..yummm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can be awkward, at times, when some ask if I miss my family today. I find it extremely strange to tell them, "no...I actually missed them yesterday." So I said, yes....realizing I'm such a big liar. Then they ask, "how do you like the Turkey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sign*.......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Thanksgiving 11/22/07 this year has marked the very first day of snowing. Up in South Bend where I went to stay for a few days, the lake (Michigan) effect had hit us. So here it is...it's already here...that damn snow! I hope it will wait a couple of weeks before seeing snow in Indianapolis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-9092152523445734412?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/9092152523445734412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=9092152523445734412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/9092152523445734412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/9092152523445734412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-snow-on-thanksgiving.html' title='First Snow on Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-747950149775273366</id><published>2007-11-19T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:21:43.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Winter in Indianapolis</title><content type='html'>I remember my first time seeing a real snow several years back during my trip to Scandinavians. It was so excited, running around like a mad man, making snow balls, rolling myself around for quite some hours in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how beautiful it was looking at lands covering with layers of pure white icy snow.&lt;br /&gt;Snow had remained a picture perfect during my first year in the US  when I was so thrilled to breath out the cold air. My very first winter I was still obsessed with shopping for winter boots, scarves, gloves and other cute outer gears. I was so excited to stomp my feet onto a 10" high snow on the ground. I was very much into the concept of photographing myself outside with loads of snow to show friends and family in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those excitement doesn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my first year I wasn't aware of the side effects of snow during winter time. My skin becomes extremely dry, my nose is runny all the time, it takes forever to go outside because I have to shove the snow, clear the drive way, clear the snow laid on my car, warm my car up, putting on winter gears and list goes on. The most painful thing to do is *driving.* I am not going to talk much about driving in this blog (yes, I have lots to say about it, guess I will safe it for later).&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;nd that second year here, I become to realize...I'm cold all the time. My feet, my finger tips and my nose, they are so sensitive to cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how ones get used to this condition. I ask many fellow co-workers whether they all have gotten used to it, none has said yes. Many has mentioned there is no such things as getting used to cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and the worst time of the year is coming---December,  January, February and  March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-747950149775273366?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/747950149775273366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=747950149775273366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/747950149775273366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/747950149775273366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/winter-in-indianapolis.html' title='Winter in Indianapolis'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3197727837589572088</id><published>2007-11-13T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:28:08.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just a Blog?</title><content type='html'>I know.....I've been gone from my very own/ truely blog for a while. What a shame leaving my own established blog for others...*sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a few months back, I've been invited by a former supervisor at the Nation to join the weblog. Skeptical I felt at first, I joined it anyway. I must admit. The past few months have been fun trading some ideas with such diversed populations from all over the world. I've been pretty active and regular at the site I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today...I'm no longer sure. I see people come and go, and some cannot even handle conflicts and differences between them and others. I see some people over-analyze things, over think, over-opinionate on different topics. It can be annoying I'm telling you--seeing people acting like a child--yeah...weird, but true. It annoys the heck out of me... I know it's hard to explain and not sounding rediculous. After all it's just a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize...it really is just a blog. Maybe it's time for me to take a little vacation from the Nation weblog for a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3197727837589572088?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3197727837589572088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3197727837589572088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3197727837589572088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3197727837589572088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-blog.html' title='Just a Blog?'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-406539888379188998</id><published>2007-11-04T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:00:47.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>You Win Some, You Lose Some</title><content type='html'>It just ended a few minutes ag0. I strongly felt disappointed, discouraged and pretty much down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indianapolis Colts was defeated by New England Patriots 20-24. It is our first loss of this season bringing us to 7-1. It was a big deal to me for a few minutes. Until I've discovered a few things. I though have found a light through this disappointment that just has occurred to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk football here, but more of a big picture. Last season, the Colts has won the first Super Bowl for this city since Irsay has bought the team in the 80s from Baltimore. The first---so imagine anything with the first time ever in it; it's big. Since then, people just love the team more. Many Colts-logo items have been sold like hot cakes. Indianapolis has turned to be a big sport town...bigger than before. People are dedicating to the team. Dedication comes with its price; people's hope and expectation are higher than ever. So with the loss tonight, for a second, it felt unbearable. I've been thinking about life (not the football anymore). People set certain expectations on something, having high hope, then they fell. When people expect something of someone too much, if things go good; it's great. If things go bad, they fall. When they fall, they fall hard and it hurts a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we all try not to have expectations and just take life as the way it is. What if we live for today and go by the flow. I guess when we fall, we won't fall as hard. What if we don't take life too seriously and except things just the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You win some, you lose some. Sounds fair to me. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-406539888379188998?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/406539888379188998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=406539888379188998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/406539888379188998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/406539888379188998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='You Win Some, You Lose Some'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-4261776764412561531</id><published>2007-11-01T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:02:22.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>The Nude Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RyqE9O2rQuI/AAAAAAAAALU/0Bd8q4NTBMs/s1600-h/2NiwatKongpien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128057313209041634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="155" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RyqE9O2rQuI/AAAAAAAAALU/0Bd8q4NTBMs/s400/2NiwatKongpien.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was living in Thailand, my addiction to his ways of writing and his unique attitude is very high. I've been a big fan. What's not to love about Thailand's nude guru/ artist/ writer, Niwat Kongpien? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case some of you guys don't really know him, Niwat Kongpien is known for his love of female body. Not sure if he is still writing for the weekly Matichon, but he has had a weekly column with them analyzing female's bodies in *details.* Niwat mainly discusses about revealing photographs taken on magazines or books. And the way he writes about them is one of the reasons I just love the guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy-to-follow, unique, straight-to-the-point, blunt, provocative and confident ways he portrays each photograph are admirable. He describes sexual desire, parts and feelings like nobody else. He sees what most people don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To many people, he is siding to be a pervert. To me, he is aiming towards beauties of human's body, and honesty of human's sexuality. A few years ago, I got an accident chance to talk to him. His attitude towards his career and Thai society have amazed me until today. His progressive thoughts make me feel that we need more of him in the society. I believe he fills in a few missing important spots in Thai society--criticism, assertiveness and sexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4261776764412561531?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4261776764412561531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4261776764412561531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4261776764412561531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4261776764412561531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='The Nude Guru'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RyqE9O2rQuI/AAAAAAAAALU/0Bd8q4NTBMs/s72-c/2NiwatKongpien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2635395430706396448</id><published>2007-10-24T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:56:53.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>It comes down to this.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rx_LQu2rQrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pbvBOasW1sE/s1600-h/p3491270p275w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125038389286617778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rx_LQu2rQrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pbvBOasW1sE/s400/p3491270p275w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, I've got it. My latest jersey I'd been contemplating about getting one of this....Colts's Vinatieri away jersey number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit....a jersey can be pricey since the material is nothing close to the word *comfortable* since there is no such as thing as *strechy* of a jersey's component. I mean....why'd want to pay over $55 for a piece of tent-like fabric? What about those rediculously expensive/ so-called *authentic* jersey costing over $300 just so I can have them numbers of a stranger's last name stitched on my back? Yeah...I was that person who made a similar comment just like that a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, yesterday, I've made a small purchase (and I only say 'small' because the couple that had just walked pass me probably pay several hundreds dollars on beany chairs, Colts leather jackets and only God knows what else) for a little over $50 for an away Vinatieri jersey. Initially, I went all the way to Colts Pro Shop in Circle Center, downtown in search for Dallas Clark away jersey. Nope...no luck. The dude is a popular guy this year. I've settle for this kicker, for now. I'm thinking I already have Manning pink jersey, this Vinatieri away one....next time when I see Clark, I will get a home jersey...big blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. Over the year, I've become one of those losers paying way too much money for a piece of tent-like fabric that would probably cost like $3 to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2635395430706396448?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2635395430706396448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2635395430706396448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2635395430706396448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2635395430706396448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-comes-down-to-this.html' title='It comes down to this.........'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rx_LQu2rQrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pbvBOasW1sE/s72-c/p3491270p275w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2940967907569249902</id><published>2007-10-15T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:56:43.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>What if you were a handicap in Thailand...</title><content type='html'>My answer is, you'd be screwed---oh so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit. I'd never really put a thought onto this subject until my recent trip to Thailand. As many trips as I took, I did not see one disabled person in the public, not even *one*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Thailand does not have people with disabilities? Aren't we have those using a wheelchair for ambulation? Aren't we have those who are mentally challenges? Well, 100% we do. It's pretty universal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where the heck are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they shop at Siam Square? Aren't they do weekly grocery shopping just like everyone of us do? Don't they dine in a restaurant in Central Ladprao? I believe they want to. But where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware Thailand is trying. The country as a whole has been slowly attempting to assist those with disabilities. There are some handicap restroom as I can see. Unfortunately, when I look around, they are not even enough. Obviously, we cannot only provide only handicap-friendly restrooms if you know what I mean. We need to build more of the public-friendly environments.&lt;br /&gt;We need more pedestrian safety programs promoting a safe environment (start with a side walk, maybe) for those who use adaptive devices. We needs more public assisting tools (say, automatic doors) and we need to make certain spaces bigger for whoever that may need them.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concern, when ones are disabled, that doesn't translate into strictly staying at their own cribs.  I'm just talking about those who are physically handicap only for now, not yet ranting about those with mental challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2940967907569249902?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2940967907569249902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2940967907569249902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2940967907569249902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2940967907569249902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-you-were-handicap-in-thailand.html' title='What if you were a handicap in Thailand...'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-7179754781449065446</id><published>2007-10-12T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:34:16.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>When teaching is NOT my thing</title><content type='html'>I have been aware of it. So it's not like a big surprise when finding out how much I suck at training or teaching other people. In the past two weeks, the company I work for has hired a new person in my department. Unfortunately, I've been assigned to train her and to be her "mentor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of impatience has been killing me slowly and slowly. The girl has no background whatsoever, yet it's not really her fault to not know all the red tapes and bureaucratic things can get. Imagine teaching people from the ground up--counting from zero to who-knows-what. It pisses me off. She asks (which is understandable) and asks and asks and asks. Me, I'm going nuts! But see, I can't be all bi-polar-ish with her either. It's not really her, it's ME. Me who is extremely short temper and have less than zero patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is supposed to be my last day of training her....the rest is just acting as a counselor. Answer when she questions. Suggest when she needs. Hold her hands as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7179754781449065446?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7179754781449065446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7179754781449065446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7179754781449065446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7179754781449065446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-teaching-is-not-my-thing.html' title='When teaching is NOT my thing'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-625153498617213282</id><published>2007-10-10T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:15:04.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Which Housewife Are You?--little fun quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rw1a8HvBEAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Qn-76VbgEHE/s1600-h/des1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119848340305022978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rw1a8HvBEAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Qn-76VbgEHE/s400/des1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've found out just a few seconds ago, I'm Lynette of Desperate Housewives! The abc website's 'which housewife are you?' quiz  reads.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You gave up a great job for this? No one really appreciates you, and yet you slog on, with very little sleep and very little thanks. Who can blame you when you occasionally lose it? Hang in there. Just lay off the Ritalin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey......I have no comment on this quiz result above. There is nothing to dislike about this show, though, there are a lot to love about it. A while back when all the girls love 'Sex and the City' so much, though Sex and the City' has their down time. This 'Desperate Housewives' has not have one yet (according to me!). This season three has been going so good. I love the show! Many people who haven't seen this show yet often wonder what make the show so special. Well, I say it offers me with lots of flavors--comedy, thriller, suspense, drama and family. Also love the screen play. Love the show. And thanks to my Comcast DVR--I no longer have to watch commercials!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-625153498617213282?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/625153498617213282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=625153498617213282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/625153498617213282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/625153498617213282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-housewife-are-you-little-fun-quiz.html' title='Which Housewife Are You?--little fun quiz'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rw1a8HvBEAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Qn-76VbgEHE/s72-c/des1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-7431415382666449767</id><published>2007-10-08T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:57:57.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Jerseys</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about buying a new jersey--guess now is a good time to get a new one at the beginning of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still contemplating about colors and numbers. Blue one = home game or white one = away game. 18 = Manning or 44 = Clarks, or our favorite kicker. Still thinking, can't seem to be able to come up with a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colts has been winning, so no worry about them. If I am to wear a jersey to represent the team, which color what color would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7431415382666449767?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7431415382666449767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7431415382666449767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7431415382666449767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7431415382666449767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/jerseys.html' title='Jerseys'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-700979976123752224</id><published>2007-10-03T22:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:19:47.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>1) Attempt to lose weights&lt;br /&gt;2) Exercise at least 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat more fruits and veggies&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat less sugar and salt&lt;br /&gt;5) Eat less fried foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I extremely want to make number # 2 and 4 happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-700979976123752224?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/700979976123752224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=700979976123752224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/700979976123752224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/700979976123752224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mission-statement.html' title='My Mission Statement'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-3673270202476042817</id><published>2007-10-01T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:34:34.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digs'/><title type='text'>Rob Zombie's Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RwGRE3vBD_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jlF06eMOR3k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116530164536250354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="284" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RwGRE3vBD_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jlF06eMOR3k/s400/untitled.bmp" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm one of those weirdos--always end up rooting for the bad  guy. Recently, I come across a recent film made by Rob Zombie--the Halloween aka Mike Myers movie. This movie has been around for a while, re-made, re-edited. The recent one by Rob Zombie though, I won't put it on a top list of my fav movies, but it makes me think--I've always been rooting for bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a fan, I've always felt bad for our bad boy here. According to myself, Michael Myers ain't bad since he was born. Heck, with a family background like that, I'd have turned psycho as well. It seems to me he has his reasons to kills, though I disagree with his action, I too feel for him. Not sure if this is what Rob Zombie is trying to get his point across, but if he is, it works--with me. Well, if you've been following this movie, you'll see, so many times, the movie (s) show Myers's bitter background. I guess, again GUESS, nobody is originally bad. It has a lot to do with environments and experiences. These should give me or you another reason to forgive those to have done bad things. Well, at least some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3673270202476042817?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3673270202476042817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3673270202476042817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3673270202476042817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3673270202476042817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/10/rob-zombies-halloween.html' title='Rob Zombie&apos;s Halloween'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RwGRE3vBD_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jlF06eMOR3k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-5911859293281581733</id><published>2007-09-29T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:16:32.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>Nope, I'm not there just yet. I'm still adjusting back to my routine and all. Lifestyle here and there are so much different; it will take me another week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've turned 30 several months ago, I've been thinking a lot about my health and what I am supposed to do to make myself age smoother. I guess my purpose isn't something like wanting to live forever, but I also do not want to die by 50 either. Before I left for Thailand, I had made an appointment with a family doctor, and here last Thursday, I went off to see him. I'm very proud of my choice of my very few docs and he is one of them. Dr. Stines is about 52 years old and is a very very nice guy, though that isn't what I will be talking about him. His wife told me the reason he has left a big coporate practice is because they never allow enough time for him with his patient though he felt like he needs more time with each one of them. So here he is, having his own practice and his wife has become his medical assistance. I just think that's really cute. Anyhow I talked with him last Thursday about whether I should get a physical exam--you know those annual blood works, choresterol, stuff like that. He signed, and said there is no need for it now. He said something like that is used to detect bad stuff and he feels it is not needed by people younger than 50 years old. He said he guess if I want to I can go ahead and get that done, but he doesn't think that the result of my exam will help him treating me anyway. He went blah blah blah of how inessential annual is for another 10 minutes and  told me, " I will let you know when you need it, alright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....I don't know. I guess I will just listen to the MD--the degree I don't have. I mean, I have to listen to him, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5911859293281581733?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5911859293281581733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5911859293281581733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5911859293281581733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5911859293281581733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifestyle.html' title='Lifestyle'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-7461847748716860339</id><published>2007-09-26T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:30:45.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Weight Gain and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>As I've expected, I came back to the US with weight gain. I will not even want to mention, how much, but I can feel my work pants get tighten. What a frightening experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Thailand is a lot of fun, but eating in Thailand is much more fun. I'd chosen to eat almost everything I like and cannot find back in the States. I remember making a daily trip to Bon Marche Market to get a bite off Piek-Poon--a kind of desserts I cannot even explain why I like it and what it tastes like. Yes, another thing I cannot find in this great country of America. I've bought several kinds of foods back. As much as I hate to have a trouble getting inspected at the custom at the airport, I have agreed with myself I must take a risk. I packed things like Pla-Salids, Pan-Sips and some nam-prik in my suitcases (of course, they were well sealed!) taking my chances. If I were to get picked for an inspection and they'd take those yummy stuff away from me, so be it. At least I know I've tried. Luckily, it was one of those very few days. I didn't get stopped. I passed ALL DA WAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny (and that was why I insisted packing my suitcases alone to avoid humiliations, ha) and I'm not sure if other fellow Thais do have a taste like me. Besides food shopping to bring back, I'd do personal hygiene items shopping as well. Items such as cheap facial cream, facial foam (love the Shogubutsu), Parrot soap bars, toothpaste...stuff like that. I love buying those stuff back here because they remind me of Thailand--something that is a little hard to explain. Like Parrot soap bars, they smell sooooo good, sooooo refreshing. So far, no soap bars in the US can beat it, so how can I resist the temptation to spend 32 bahts on 4 soap bars--it's hard to beat the deal. When I was shopping for these stuff at Big C near by house, I was thinking about how many Thais pay so much money to use imported goodies. Me, on the other hands, pays less than ever, to carry back made-in-Thailand items. The quality may be as good if you know what I'm saying. There are some wise venders carry several Bath and Body Works items. A regular 10oz bottle of shower gel costs over 450 bahts. A little one sold for 250 bahts. I wonder how Thai college kids can afford these stuff? Oh..I'm just complaining like an old lady!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7461847748716860339?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7461847748716860339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7461847748716860339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7461847748716860339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7461847748716860339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight-gain-and-other-stuff.html' title='Weight Gain and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-1657288439260723863</id><published>2007-09-25T02:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:06:54.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>First Day Back from the Thailand Trip</title><content type='html'>I miss home already! Getting home sick at the age of 30......sounds funny, but very very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks and a little bit have proven not even close of enough time to visit family and friends, but enough to make I miss them when being away. Monday the 24th, I got to the new airport by 4am to take a flight to Narita, then Chicago to Indianapolis. Pretty smooth flight I must say--no problem with immigration and custom whatsoever. 6 hours and a bit for a flight from BKK to Narita. About 11-12 hours from Narita to Chicago and another hour from Chicago to Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole home sick thing didn't hit me until the plane actually landed at Indy airport and worse when I walked into my very own apartment--no parents, no siblings, no dogs. It's strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1657288439260723863?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1657288439260723863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1657288439260723863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1657288439260723863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1657288439260723863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-back-from-thailand-trip.html' title='First Day Back from the Thailand Trip'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-3134282223321339174</id><published>2007-09-21T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:13:41.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # the last weekend</title><content type='html'>How am I going to make my last weekend worthwhile? Too many things needed to be done--seems impossible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Visit other family members&lt;br /&gt;2) Other friends to talk, to meet&lt;br /&gt;3) Buying some books&lt;br /&gt;4) Doing more eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my trip home this time, I've discovered this mall 'Platinum' near Pratunam area, selling very very cheap goodies. I bought many crystal-look alike key chains for 50 bahts a piece. Another day seeing the same one sold at JJ Plaza for 159 bahts--triple the price at Platinum. This shopping archad will be my must-go destination during my next trip home. Oh gosh, I feel like a tourist in my own town. Seeing things, getting so excited with such bargain prices. Bangkok has been changing, new ways, new streets, new routes--I hope these changes are leading the city to a good destination. What am I going to do this weekend? My last weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3134282223321339174?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3134282223321339174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3134282223321339174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3134282223321339174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3134282223321339174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-last-weekend.html' title='Thailand Trip # the last weekend'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3982551003322552618</id><published>2007-09-18T03:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T03:42:53.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip #  precious things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ru-AiSpYcxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1EMd-453Q44/s1600-h/479496799_44464cc252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111445428698116882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ru-AiSpYcxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1EMd-453Q44/s400/479496799_44464cc252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many Thais wear yellow shirts to honor the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;King's 80th birthday. Government and workplace now encourage their employees to wear *yellow* which is the King's birth day (Monday) on Monday. Though anybody, really, wear this shirt and I'm talking about everywhere, especially on Monday. It's so cute. I guess this really applies to any day, but Monday will be the day I see 80% of the people wear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows? My trip to Thailand is almost over already! What am I going to do without:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) All these great Thai foods, desserts, snacks. I'm not a big fan of cake, yes, cake, but last week manage to discover this little cake shop at Bon Marche in Prachanivech called Bow Cake. The Bai-Teiy flavour makes me wish I weigh 35 kilos, so I can just eat all I want.&lt;br /&gt;2) The cheap tropical Thai herbs.&lt;br /&gt;3) The foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during these past 2 weeks, I've managed to get addicted to a Korean series, Ju-Mong. By the day, only a few days left, I should start planning a serious shopping trip. Last Sunday, I got a chance to visit Platinum mall near Pratunam. GREAT PLACE TO SHOP! No need to go to JJ market. Here is air conditioned and is very very cheap place to buy stuff. So many earrings I got from that day. 10 bahts a pair, can't find this deal anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food of the day: fish noodles, pan-klips, more tod-muns, kao-tung-na-tung etc.&lt;br /&gt;News update: Total death from Phuket plane crash = 89 bodies&lt;br /&gt;Initial compensation from Orient Thai = 100,000 bahts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3982551003322552618?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3982551003322552618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3982551003322552618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3982551003322552618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3982551003322552618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-precious-things.html' title='Thailand Trip #  precious things'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ru-AiSpYcxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1EMd-453Q44/s72-c/479496799_44464cc252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-689219094313463568</id><published>2007-09-16T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:28:40.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>One-Two-Go Airline's accident in Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ru0uzypYcwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/drNrD8-skSc/s1600-h/30049143-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110792619438928642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ru0uzypYcwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/drNrD8-skSc/s400/30049143-01.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deputy Phuket Governor Worapot Rattasima said at least 66 bodies were retrieved from the aircraft. Earlier report said most of the victims were foreigners, have been retrieved from wreckage of a One-Two-Go plane at the Phuket airport. The budget airliner exploded and broke in two after it crashlanded and skidded off the runway and crashed into nearby walls on Sunday afternoon. More are feared dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reports put the death toll at about 80, but this has yet to be confirmed. The nationalities of those onboard are not immediately known, but Phuket is a highly popular destination for overseas tourists. There were 74 Thais on the plane. It's the first local disaster involving low-cost airline following its profileration about four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;A 1126 telephone hotline has been created by the airline to provide immediate information about Flight OG 269. A surviving Thai passenger said the plane "landed hard" and "bounced" and then skidded off the runway. Civil aviation official Chiasak Angkauwan said, "the airplane requested to land but due to the weather in Phuket -- strong wind and heavy rain -- maybe the pilot did not see the runway clearly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The plane then fell onto the runway and broke into two. It is expected that there will be a lot of casualties."&lt;br /&gt;"We are rescuing people from the aircraft ... we know now there were 123 passengers and five crew," he told the news channel.&lt;br /&gt;"We won't know what really happened until we get information from the black box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airliner services Bangkok-Phuket flights six times a week. The ill-fated airline left Don Muang airport at about 2.30pm. Information now coming in said the plane, which was being used by local budget travel company, One-to-Go Airline, had 123 passengers and five crew.&lt;br /&gt;Officials said victims could have died on impact, or from suffocation and fire resulting from explosions. According to an initial account, the plane's fuselage was torn open when the aircraft crashed into an earth wall, and some of the survivors were those thrown out through the opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft, flight number OG 269, approached the Phuket airport at about 3.40pm from Bangkok. Phuket had earlier been hit by heavy rains. It crashed into trees and walls surrounding the airport. Eye-witnesses said the impact of the crash caused the plane to break in two and they heard a series of explosions. Rescue teams and navy personnel were involved in the rescue operation. All flights in and out of the Phuket airport have been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;An Irish tourist, identifying himself only as "John", said he was on board the flight. He and his friend survived with bruises all over their bodies. "We sat on the 18th row. The weather was real bad and there were lots of unusual noises during the landing. Something was obviously wrong [during the landing]," he said. He and his friend escaped through the emergency door.Meanwhile Transportation Minister Thira Haochareon said Phuket International Airport was temporary closed after the crash.Thira said the body of the aircraft hit the runway and was on fire fire while the pilot made an attempt to pull it off after failed a landing attempt, he said.&lt;br /&gt;Key features of MacDonnel Douglas MD82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger capacity: 175 seatsEngine type: Pratt &amp;amp; Whitney JT 8D217 A/CAircraft speed: Faster than sound by 0.76 times; 430 miles per hourFlight ceiling: 37,000 feetFlight distance: 3,500 kilometres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo and Story Courtesy by the Nation--Thailand) at 8:28pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-689219094313463568?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/689219094313463568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=689219094313463568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/689219094313463568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/689219094313463568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-two-go-airlines-accident-in-phuket.html' title='One-Two-Go Airline&apos;s accident in Phuket'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ru0uzypYcwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/drNrD8-skSc/s72-c/30049143-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-1942612981639002870</id><published>2007-09-15T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:45:31.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # another joy of being here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ruvh7NKcNzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/diGKAI81Cxw/s1600-h/Ryo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110426609443944242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ruvh7NKcNzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/diGKAI81Cxw/s400/Ryo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this will sound funny--another reason I love about being here is I get to indulge all of those Thai-translated Japanese cartoons as much as I can take it. I've been a big fan of Japanese cartoons and animations since...I can read. This means business. I started of reading a classic cartoon *Doraemon* just like any other kids. I bought my first cartoon when it was sold for 10 bahts or a little less a piece. Those old cartoons have been kept nicely here at my parents' house here--untouched by others. My family knows not to throw them away...ever. Then from classic/ kid-friendly Doraemon, I've expaned into other series, girls, boys cartoons I read them all. I especially love those with Japanese history story base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends who were into it with me back then no longer read them now. They let go of cartoon when they went to college or a little later. Me, as a 30-year-old, still faithfully read them......very religiously. It's almost impossible to find one in the States. I can't make myself reading cartoons in English. Since I can't read Japanese, Thai fits best here. My trip this time has been a joy. When I get a minute here and there, there are cartoons I spend most time with. What a happy life not many people understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent price update: 35-45 bahts/ cartoon (black and white)&lt;br /&gt;80 bahts/ colored cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent favorite cartoonist: Ueda Rinko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1942612981639002870?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1942612981639002870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1942612981639002870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1942612981639002870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1942612981639002870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-another-joy-of-being-here.html' title='Thailand Trip # another joy of being here'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Ruvh7NKcNzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/diGKAI81Cxw/s72-c/Ryo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2867165147435496226</id><published>2007-09-13T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:33:08.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # Southern of Thailand</title><content type='html'>No no no, not Phuket or Ko Samui. I left BKK on Monday to visit family living in Had Yai in Songkla province. Tomorrow, Friday, will be my last day here then heading back to my good ol' Bangkok. Had Yai is a pretty good town--even though the city, for some reasons, does not carry bunch of the same groups of tourists as its neighbors, Phuket and Samui. Most tourists visiting Had Yai are largely Malaysians, Singaporeans and Chineses. Not sure why. Maybe Had Yai does not carry the *atmosphere* similar to the two places mentioned above. Shopping in Had Yai is great! Lots of tax free and fake goodies are like heaven to me. I pretty much buy anything I need, except for perfumes and electronics. I'm not an expert in these areas, so chances are, I will end up with fake/ low quality goods with a higher price. So I mostly leave perfumes and electronics alone just to give myself a peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between vender and customer in Had Yai usually goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Vender:        "Do you want a fake _______ or a real one?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer:    "em........real one."&lt;br /&gt;Vender:        "Here it is. It's 100% genuine. You can trust me."&lt;br /&gt;Customer:    Flipping through the good back and forth, "how do I know?"&lt;br /&gt;Vender:         "Here" while pointing to different label on the, say, a bottle of perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:     still not so sure whether it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venders here are good. They know when to lie and who to lie to. They can tell whether you are a local or not. Every shopper must be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods of the day: not sure what anymore---too many things like southern kanom jeen, all the popular southern dishes (since my mom's family is from here so I've been going to so many famous restaurants and childhood food spots. Can't even list them all here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2867165147435496226?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2867165147435496226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2867165147435496226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2867165147435496226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2867165147435496226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-southern-of-thailand.html' title='Thailand Trip # Southern of Thailand'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-1214641504264504317</id><published>2007-09-09T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:03:06.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # foot massage</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh..................who says money cannot buy happiness? Money definitely can buy some happinesses and foot massage is something money can buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money = Foot Massage = Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one thing I've been dreaming of being done. Getting massaged in the US is something I'd call, luxury. Who want to pay $60 or more/ hour of foot rub? I don't. I know these well-trained Thai fellas can do a much better job with a few dollars an hour. I pay a little higher price for my foot rub today, well, higher than average of Thai standard. Say, 300 bahts. I pulled out my calculator and it shows me about $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot massage. Something I'll get on a daily basis while in Thailand. Something money can buy. I can hear my feet cry in joy today...loudly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1214641504264504317?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1214641504264504317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1214641504264504317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1214641504264504317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1214641504264504317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-foot-massage.html' title='Thailand Trip # foot massage'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-7624756180099458496</id><published>2007-09-09T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:56:58.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # the changes</title><content type='html'>Visiting Thailand this time, again, many things have changes. Bangkok has turned to be one concrete-made city. The city is, worse than ever, over crowded, polluted and well concreted. I have been thinking, whenever the city has enough money and free of corruption, I hope sky trains and subway trains can reach all the suburbs. This will fix the traffic problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept 8 (Saturday): &lt;/strong&gt;I got to go to *Water Front*, a cool restaurant by Chao Phraya River. It was nice. It was a reunite with old friends I went to CMU with and that I've not seen them for a very long time. A very nice restaurant with good food, nice scenery, great price. I remember coming to this restaurant a little over 3 years ago while working for the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by Kao San Road before heading to the restaurant. There is this convenient parking lot near the market by the road. Almost went to JJ market earlier, but after sticking my facing in the steamy market, not sure I could fight the crowd and the heat. So JJ market plan was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;strong&gt;Sunday Sept 9:&lt;/strong&gt; went to Siam Square again. I found this purse shop in MBK. I'm so grateful being in Thailand. Really appreciate our country's craftmanship. 199 baht/ a purse, as good as it gets, works with me. I don't need no brand names to keep me happy. I figure if I really want a brand name one, no need to come to Thailand for it. Also swung by Siam Paragon, OMG!, this place is so expensive. Can you believe a scoop of ice cream cost 300 bahts. Again, no need to come to Thailand for this. I prefer 15 bahts a scoop from a street vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love it: &lt;/strong&gt;the BTS bridges from the station to Central World to Siam Square to MBK. Genious thoughts whoever made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate it: &lt;/strong&gt;Thai kids spend their parents fortune on brand name stuff, eating out at a restaurant that will cost more than many people's salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food of the day: Kua-Kling (southern dish), Japanese grilled salmon, Pad Pak Boong Thai (southern style) and other stuff I can't even keep up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7624756180099458496?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7624756180099458496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7624756180099458496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7624756180099458496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7624756180099458496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-changes.html' title='Thailand Trip # the changes'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5875674522149809651</id><published>2007-09-06T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:38:03.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # Too Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sept 5, 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;Went to Silom and Lalai-Sup with dad, mom and sister. Just realize today I shop well *alone.* This may be a habit, but when I need something, I am more comfortable doing it alone. So yeah....visited Lalai-Sup without getting a thing. In the evening, went to dinner at this place called 'Yuu.' It's like an old Daidomon with better location, beef and much higher price. First time eating iberry icecream--Durian flavor (sure keep my breath exactly like Durian for the rest of the night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food of the day: Grilled beef, iberry Durian, Dim Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept 6, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, three weeks and a few days can be either just enough or not that close to enough. I've become to realize today that it'd be much better to make two seperate trips to Thailand--one devoted to family and another for friends. In this case, there is too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hua-Hin to visit my aunt today (dad's sister.) So much changes going on there since last time I was there a little over 3 years ago. See, this can be a good thing. Since I remember, when I think about Hua-Hin, I think about my dad's side of family. It's strange since I've never once thought of it as a beach town, seafoods or vacations like others. Going there doesn't give me a vacation vibe, but more of a visit with my family. Anyhow, change is good in this case. More stuff to do there I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food of the day: Hormok (again), fish noodles, kao-gang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5875674522149809651?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5875674522149809651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5875674522149809651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5875674522149809651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5875674522149809651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-too-little-time.html' title='Thailand Trip # Too Little Time'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-6734234060139408756</id><published>2007-09-03T05:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:35:48.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip# The food</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4:17pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Central Ladprao today. I didn't get to walk around a whole lot; just basically there for lunch and very sadly to admit--for Japense cartoons (I will blog more later about Japenese cartoons..it will take more than a few lines that's why.) We ate at S&amp;P today and speaking of S&amp;amp;P, I'm not sure how other Thais feel about this place, but man! I just love it. Their foods are so good, creative (we are talking about variety of foods and how they develop these good old traditional Thai foods into something very very awesome! Though, eating there is pretty pricy comparing to amount of foods I get.) My lunch there was great as usual. I also went to Big C, a grocery store, to buy some day-to-day supplies. Again, it takes about 3 seconds to spend 1000 bahts nowadays. Things are pricier I must say. I didn't realize it takes close to more than 100 bahts to buy shower gel. Most shampoo and conditioner cost over 100 bahts. Wow....even though I can't hear what I write, but I do realize I'm falling behind and it sucks. I find myself asking so many questions since I get to Thailand this time and don't know so many things and so many ways people do things around here. I don't mean to sound weird, but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, I believe, Thai foods must be the best in the world and that coming to Thailand this time is like an eye opener. Foods are available for consumers anytime and everywhere they go. The connection between Thais and their foods are so great. I mean, seriously, Thais eat just about anytime and these vendors sure make it convenient for us all to eat. Until now, I'm not so sure how these girls stay skinny with all of these great foods available within an arm reach. It is one of those few things I miss a lot about living in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food of the day: Yum-Tau-Poo, Por-Pia-Sod, Kao-Mun-Som-Tam, Watermelon shake, Kao-Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6734234060139408756?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6734234060139408756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6734234060139408756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6734234060139408756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6734234060139408756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-food.html' title='Thailand Trip# The food'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5207282765558677012</id><published>2007-09-02T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:26:03.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip: when I've been so far behind</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add this into my previous blog today and figure it's worth a mention. Visiting Thailand this time is an eye opener. It shows me how far behind I've been all of these years. In the past 3 days, I've been VERY behind more than you can imagine, and yes, it's only been 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading Thai gossip magazines, I know almost nobody, no stars, singers, models etc in there. I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;2) I know very little about Thai politics (which no, it doesn't surprise me. Never follow it in the first place.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Any popular celebraty who appeared after 1999, I really don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;4) Never got on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;5) So many new restaurants in town. I can't even keep up with it. Anything I think is hip, it's just not...well.....not anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5207282765558677012?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5207282765558677012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5207282765558677012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5207282765558677012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5207282765558677012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailands-trip-when-ive-been-so-far.html' title='Thailand Trip: when I&apos;ve been so far behind'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-6906062419400346557</id><published>2007-09-02T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T05:57:26.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # the first weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, I tagged my sister and mom along to Fortune to buy some CDs for my uncles who lives in England. I didn't even know how Fortune set up and that buyers may not need to visit Pantip for this kind of buys. Plenty of cheap CDs and movies. After that, we went to eat at Nai-Nuad restaurant. It's so funny how many things have changed while I live in the U.S. I'm not sure how others feel about it, but it seems to me that 1000 bahts can be blown away in just a second. Many things seem to be much more expensive comparing with the past three year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, a friend and I went to Riverfront Restaurant by the Chae Phraya River. I remember coming here once a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods of the day: Tod mun khoong, yam pra dook foo, tom yum koong, kao pad kang keaw wan gai and kai kem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Visit Siam Square and MBK. Since I've arrived to Thailand, one of my missions is to bring back cheap purses (as many as possible) to the U.S. It's hard to beat 199bahts deal here. Many people said 'you've gotten what you've paid for', but heck, who cares? Very very tried. I haven;t sweated this much for a very long time by just walking, but numbers of people in the city are just unbelievable I mean. Back when I was still living in Thailand, I was so used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods of the day: Shamu....something. Basically, little bit of sushi and mixtures of sukiyaki-style foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6906062419400346557?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6906062419400346557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6906062419400346557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6906062419400346557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6906062419400346557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/09/thailand-trip-first-weekend.html' title='Thailand Trip # the first weekend'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-322181521336742529</id><published>2007-08-31T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:25:35.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip # Day One</title><content type='html'>Wed 8/29: Took a flight from Indy to Chicago. Waiting like forever at Ohare only to hear the news that the plane would be delay for 2 hours. Didn't leave until 2 something pm. I was thinking, this'd only delay all the flights all the way to BKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 8/29-TR 8/30: It's not like I didn't expect this--the flight from Chicago to Narita lasted like a lifetime. It was beyond boring. Not only I didn't have anything interesting to do, the fact that I got stuck with strangers for more than half a day in a small place makes it worse. United airlines was alright. Giving the price I've paid, I don't think I'm entitled to complain much. Though, there were points when I felt it would have been much better to fly first class. Since this flight was delay from the start, I knew that'd leave me little to no time to catch another flight to BKK. Upon arriving to Narita, captain annouced that the airport had hold Narita-BKK flight for us 10 who flew from Chicago. We ran and ran through another gate. Once getting onto the plan to Bangkok, I saw seated passengers passing some kind of judgements to us ten who were about 2 hours late and these people had been waiting for us all along. It wasn't like they had any choice, but so hadn't we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TR 8/30: Pilot flew that damn plane from Japan like a crazy 16-year-old dude. It took us only 4 hours to get to Bangkok. So surprisingly, I arrived in BKK at 10:20pm...almost 2 hours earlier than our scheduled time. Remember how the plane was 2 hours delay, obviously the captain had made it up for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 8/31: On the phone with so many relatives, family and friends. Took a tour on our new renovated home (outside). I got to go some places a bit today. Traffic in BKK hasn't changed a bit--only worse. I can see there are more concrete in this city and technology is something I haven't catched up with yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods of the day--gai-yang, som tum, nam tok, soop-nor-mai, hor-mok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-322181521336742529?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/322181521336742529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=322181521336742529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/322181521336742529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/322181521336742529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/thailands-trip-day-one.html' title='Thailand Trip # Day One'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-1963088270171841000</id><published>2007-08-26T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:40:28.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>I will be going to Thailand in two days, and weirdly, I've got some mixed feelings. It's so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm excited to be back home again to see family and friends I've not seen for a long time. I wonder if they will look a little older, be a little thinner or a little chubbier. I'm curious to talk to them in person catching up what they have been up to in the past three years and what I've been missing all along. For the most part, I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have these weird feelings. One of them is an anxiety wondering if they will look at me a little differently. Three years can be a short time, but can also be a long time. I believe people change a little as they age. However I know I'm still the same person with a slight of maturity. I realize there are certain things I used to believe then, but no longer believe now. I am aware of what I thought was right then, but no longer right at this time. The sky may have been blue then, but at the moment, I see it with a hint of yellow. Heck. The way I look at things maybe a little different, but heck, I hope, I'm still the same person. I hope people back home see them along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been happening to me, unfortunately, I can only share so much. Not being able to see family on a daily basis and trying to catch up within 3 weeks, I don't know how it's going to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of those things I fear most. That's why I'm so anxious. But this still does not count zillions things I want to do there within limited amount of time with friends. I'm afraid time won't allow me to see every one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1963088270171841000?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1963088270171841000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1963088270171841000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1963088270171841000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1963088270171841000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-8242780449938955620</id><published>2007-08-25T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:38:49.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Pre-Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RtDXp92xddI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FIVLQWgCoxI/s1600-h/GE5K3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102815493789677010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="319" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RtDXp92xddI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FIVLQWgCoxI/s400/GE5K3835.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrow this photo from Colts.com, so I won't be complaining much about the quality of the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports photography is challenging, pretty difficult to get great pictures since subjects are moving everywhere. Football is a notch harder I believe. Aside from the moving part, a photographer has this whole field in front of him with bunch of subjects making it very hard to focus. So I understand. In this case, the picture on the left, I will leave it alone. I got it from the website initially to use it for my pre-season blog, but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember photographing my very first football game in my life at Ball State--damn, it was a trip to pure disaster. A large field was one thing, but knowing nothing about football was a big deal. I recall a 400mm lense flying left and right not knowing what was going on. The next thing I noticed was a TV guy laying on his back gotten hit by a big linebacker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8242780449938955620?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8242780449938955620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8242780449938955620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8242780449938955620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8242780449938955620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/pre-season.html' title='Pre-Season'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RtDXp92xddI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FIVLQWgCoxI/s72-c/GE5K3835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-6075597747613042536</id><published>2007-08-20T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:08:44.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>The Hassle(s) of Growing Old</title><content type='html'>When I really think about it, constantly living for 3 decades and months should be about celebrations (we are talking about living, eating, sleeping minute by minute everyday for 365 days for over 30 years, it should all be about woo-hoo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down side? I'm really getting old. I didn't realize until I get to talk to a doctor another day and he reminds me to start getting some physical examinations done by a family doctor. A *family doctor* huh? American ways are always complicated. My current ENT won't take my blood pressure. I have to go to a so-called family doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So flipping through my insurance book for an in-network MD (another complicated American way,) I found one. So I called, made an appointment and will be off seeing him on Thursday. Being a 30-year-old makes me sick. I have to worry about my cholesterol, blood pressure, decrease in metabolism and my biological clock ticking away (come to think about it. worrying too much about my bio clock = binge eating = high cholesterol = high blood pressure = back to MD = being older than 30.) Being old sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also keeps reminding me of how important it is for me to eat well--all greens and colorful fruits. How I should decrease my sodium intake and fatty goods out there. How often I should work out. How much I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my 30th birthday a few months ago, these should-do list starts pouring, flooding from different directions. I get to think how wonderful life must have been back when our ancestors were all cavemen; not having to worry much since they didn't get to live long anyway. *sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean in a very respectfully reasonable way--as simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6075597747613042536?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6075597747613042536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6075597747613042536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6075597747613042536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6075597747613042536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/hassles-of-growing-old.html' title='The Hassle(s) of Growing Old'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-4215101355636454389</id><published>2007-08-18T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:49:56.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Outlets of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RsefKt2xdcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-12zIUY5ZuM/s1600-h/Edinburgh_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100220109477213634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RsefKt2xdcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-12zIUY5ZuM/s400/Edinburgh_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those advantages of living in the U.S. is opportunities of *brand names* shopping at low prices. This, especially comes in pretty handy, when I'm planning a trip back home. I guess my dad is right. There is no point buying, say, brandless name from Walmart, because if you op for whatever-cheaps, Thailand has countless to offer. No need to bother pricey stores elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my happy Saturday, Dan and I went to an outlet south of Indianapolis. Unlike Chicago, Hoosiers don't have quality outlets around. The last one I went to was in Muncie years back, and they had already gone out of business due to its suckiness. This outlet in Edinburgh is probably the best around in Indiana--not the best in the market, mind you, but *okay* for Indiana's standard. At least, I got some today for family back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is sad to really think about it. A few years ago when I went to Chicago northside outlets, as much as I don't have anything against Edinburhg (see pic above: thanks Edinburgh website), it hurts to recall how much I'd spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4215101355636454389?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4215101355636454389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4215101355636454389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4215101355636454389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4215101355636454389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-those-advantages-of-living-in-u.html' title='Outlets of America'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RsefKt2xdcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-12zIUY5ZuM/s72-c/Edinburgh_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-1151373623216333755</id><published>2007-08-17T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:04:43.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Health Care</title><content type='html'>A friend got admitted to the hospital a few days ago and she got a big surgery this afternoon. Tentatively, she'll end up there for another week or so IF she gets better. The day she was tranported to the hospital, she went by the ambulance. I talked to her this morning, she had a tube down her throat. Normally, she should have been worried about her health and how her life is going to be, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she's been worried about the bill....to be exact...the bills. Here, we are talking about hospital bill, MD bills, surgery bills, medical equipment, anathesist and so forth. She does not have a health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding. She is so screwed. No insurance = being so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September when I had my ear surgery, I thought the total cost of it would be somewhere around $3000 or so. My surgery lasted about 30 minutes. I was walking in and out within 3 hours. I didn't even stay there that long. A few weeks later, I got bills--one from MD, one from surgery location I used, one from the sedation guy a.k.a. anathesist, one from where MD practices, and lastly from medical equipment use. Total cost of my 30 minutes surgery (excluding prescribed medications expenses I gotta pick up at Walgreen) ended up about $17,000. Lucky me, I had an insurance, so I only had to pay like $1,300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about her who does not have any insurance. Now, she's probably more worried about money more than her tummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1151373623216333755?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1151373623216333755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1151373623216333755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1151373623216333755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1151373623216333755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/health-care.html' title='Health Care'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-8756834193704143315</id><published>2007-08-16T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:51:13.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Politic(s)</title><content type='html'>Responsible citizens must be concern about politics, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been concern about it, never really like talking about it, never really think too much of it. I'm never politically involved in any aspect of it. Politics make things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I look at politics is--it just makes life complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few months have been the most boring moment of my life. Every Thailand-related website seems to be obsessed over their former PM. Boring. What do they think they will do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to learn to move on. However, in certain circumstances, people seem to struggle from one generation to another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8756834193704143315?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8756834193704143315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8756834193704143315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8756834193704143315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8756834193704143315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/politics.html' title='Politic(s)'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-8378714844264253425</id><published>2007-08-12T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:51:54.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Ethic Grocery Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rr-zstZ-MLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K4EzLFnT1Ks/s1600-h/thumb_1139263357.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097990883890835634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rr-zstZ-MLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K4EzLFnT1Ks/s400/thumb_1139263357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(When I was thinking about something to post here earlier, I ended up posting my previous blog that I didn't mean to. So here is another one for today that I ACTUALLY mean to unload.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very lucky that there are tons of ethnic grocery stores within 3 miles radius from my apartment here in Indy. If you do not know, Indianapolis is nothing close to say, Californaia, where minorities are taking over. Here in Indy, over 90% are white americans, probably 4-5% are blacks, less than 4 are hispanics, very very few Asians and others--not to narrow it down to Thais. From my understanding, I know all the Thais living here. I can count heads!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow. Back to ethnic stores in my 'hood. Yes, you heard me, my *hood.* We, hoodies, live in the area where it happens be so diverse. Indianapolis is like Bangkok in a way where downtown is not very crowded. The city is kind of spread out. When I first picked this apartment to be my home, it's solely based on the location--where it's easy to access I-465. I-465 is like a main highway running like a loop around the Indianapolis and its surrounding area. Basically when you live near 465, you are pretty much near everything. My apartment is 1 block away from 465, located right next to Target (there is no such thing as shopping too often as Target, let me tell you), minutes from local grocery stores, 15 minutes from work, and close to millions ethnic stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to ethnic stores, about two years ago, we finally have an actually Asian grocery store/ supermaket. It may sound silly to be excited about this, but again here in Indy, there ain't no such thing as an *actual* supermarket made for Asians. Here, I can actually use a cart to shop, get hair cut, eat at food court and yes....they have fresh department. That didn't happen until two years ago when two Korean brothers decided to spend their money and opened one. Thank to them, the way the store set up makes a Thai smiles. There is a huge section selling supplies from Thailand. I'm very psyhed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As excited as I can be, I also feel for those small stores in the surrounding areas. I'm pretty sure these little store owners aren't as happy as I am to have a giant market opening nearby. Though I visit these smaller stores from time to time to pick up certain things the big guy doesn't carry, but chances are: unless they are out of stock, I won't go to a little guy. This attitude sucks I must say. It's like how local stores are dying away when Walmart hits the location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8378714844264253425?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8378714844264253425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8378714844264253425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8378714844264253425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8378714844264253425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-anger-1.html' title='Ethic Grocery Store'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rr-zstZ-MLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K4EzLFnT1Ks/s72-c/thumb_1139263357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2428639383931918734</id><published>2007-08-12T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:52:11.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>The Trip (I'm obsessed)</title><content type='html'>Going to Thailand this time is pretty big for me. There have been several things coming to my mind driving me nuts. Belows are examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Diet--I've come to realize today that I will not be able to make it happens--a crashed course diet before the trip is just not happening to me. Not sure two weeks will do any good.&lt;br /&gt;2) According to the number #2--going to Thailand with less than ok-body is just a test of a self-esteem trip. There will be some kinds of judgemental thinking within the family against me. Not kind of hateful comments, but bad enough to get me mad.&lt;br /&gt;3) According to #1 and #2 combined--FYI, I love my body. I've been loving it for a while now and have made peace with the fact that there are little I can change about myself, so I might as well accept and love it. But putting myself through critism on a daily basis for 3 weeks, it's more than long enough to drive me wild.&lt;br /&gt;4) Time--3 weeks can go by fast as a blink. Who says it's enough. The best/ just-about-right vacation to my home should last about 2 months. How am I going to cram things to do with little time I have.&lt;br /&gt;5) The last day in BKK will be the worst ever--Hate saying goodbye to loved ones. Seeing their faces fading away is to worst it can be. Airport is definitely not a place to do that. I just hate it. This is a feeling that never changes.&lt;br /&gt;6) Location--I really want to go to Chiang Mai. Going to Thailand without standing on Chiang Mai's soil is like eating plain noodles with no sauce. Knowing it's not gonna happen is horrible. Instead, I will end up in BKK, then Had Yai then Hua Hin for family visits. Not like I don't want to be there. It's just I wish I would have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. I think about these craps every single day--not in order--as I count down to the travel date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2428639383931918734?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2428639383931918734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2428639383931918734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2428639383931918734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2428639383931918734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-im-obsessed.html' title='The Trip (I&apos;m obsessed)'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-5554726565979546807</id><published>2007-08-10T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:52:35.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in the U.S.'/><title type='text'>Repulsive side of living in America</title><content type='html'>These are examples of what I dislike most about living in the States (Try not to use the word 'hate' here, but to be exact, is there any word in between dislike and hate? If so, that's just what I need.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No one can say my name correctly*&lt;br /&gt;See, I can keep my cool if they just accept the fact that they just *can’t.* Don’t even try to have me say it, then you say it, then you can’t, then you ask me again, and you still can’t, then you say forget it. This is so tedious. Imagine you meet strangers everyday (license branch, grocery stores, bank tellers, lists go on) and all of these people make you say your name when you already know how it’s gonna end. Very frustrating I’ve gotta tell you. Many time I find myself getting so pissed of with innocent people who are just curious (and more likely I won’t see them again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everybody seems to think my nickname is funny* (and apparently let me know how they feel too.) How hard it is for Americans to believe that ones can be born with a nickname NOT an a.k.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Conversations with dumb people*&lt;br /&gt;Dumb people: "Huh? Oh! you mean you're from Taiwan?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thailand NOT Taiwan."&lt;br /&gt;Dumb people: "Taiwan...isn't Taiwan or Thailand the same thing"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Noooooo!!! Two seperate countries."&lt;br /&gt;Dumb people: "Really? So Thailand is like a tribe close to Tibet."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;Dumb people: "Isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;I swear this happens to me from time to time. Not often, but it's dead true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Belief: America is the best place to live. Why? Because it's America, baby!*&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, they can go on about it. If you wanna change that mentality, be my guest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5554726565979546807?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5554726565979546807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5554726565979546807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5554726565979546807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5554726565979546807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/repulsive-side-of-living-in-america.html' title='Repulsive side of living in America'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-7918336081784051637</id><published>2007-08-08T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:52:58.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking and Food'/><title type='text'>Alton Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rrpvq9Z-MKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cHFI3NDoXLs/s1600-h/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508712151822498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="171" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rrpvq9Z-MKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cHFI3NDoXLs/s400/a3.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RrpvIdZ-MJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SGe9U31F8cE/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096508119446335634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RrpvIdZ-MJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SGe9U31F8cE/s400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not going to say a whole lot, but Alton Brown is just plain awesome! I know so many people out there have been saying this, and you know, I wasn't gonna say this at first, but I figure, why not--a little bit here and there shouldn't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I mean, the guy has personalities. *Good Eats* is a really fun show to watch. The latest I'd just watched this evening is my recorded Popcorn episodes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know I can pop the corn in a stainless steel bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large stainless steel bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tablespoons of peanut oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shake well over a stove top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7918336081784051637?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7918336081784051637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7918336081784051637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7918336081784051637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7918336081784051637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/alton-brown.html' title='Alton Brown'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rrpvq9Z-MKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cHFI3NDoXLs/s72-c/a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-2765254062325583260</id><published>2007-08-05T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:53:23.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Diet--a crash course</title><content type='html'>About to go to Thailand in 3 weeks--now I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Thailand = eating spree, comments, unfitted clothings, weight gains, bloating on the way back to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially depressed. Being in the US, my weight is never/ really a social issue to me. I'm pretty average comparing with those Americans out there. I can find just about anything at anywhere I wish to wear with no problem! Here, going to Thailand with the really master plan to eat, I can see the future of a major fat ass waiting for me. I recall my last trip to Thailand a few years back, remembering what the worst time it was for me to shop for jeans at Siam Square, having a hard time finding my size. It appears to me that every single girl in Bangkok have turned midgets. If they were to be here, they'd probably end up at junior department, let alone size 00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do? At this point, my life-long fruits and vegetables diet aren't gonne do. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2765254062325583260?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2765254062325583260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2765254062325583260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2765254062325583260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2765254062325583260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/diet-crash-course.html' title='Diet--a crash course'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-4774835807300966367</id><published>2007-08-03T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:53:50.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Humble Thing</title><content type='html'>Work has been extremely hectic in the past few weeks, which has been driving me nuts. It basically corrupts me nice time at home almost every single day. Surprisingly, I've been humble all day today even when today is probably one of the most crazy-as-hell days in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to think, you know. Why stressing yourself to death when you can't really control or prevent every single little thing from happening? So here I am, have been very laid-back all day trying to do millions things all at the same time. It's been a while since the last time I found this peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: want to find a good movie to go to.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4774835807300966367?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4774835807300966367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4774835807300966367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4774835807300966367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4774835807300966367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/humble-thing.html' title='The Humble Thing'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-6988067248711341398</id><published>2007-08-02T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:54:15.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094293496869564498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RrKQ8dZ-MFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VEtiZ_l4WuY/s400/bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I watched CNN this morning (wow! I suddenly feel kind of savvy, up-to-date gal all of the sudden here) about a bridge in Minneapolis collapsed earlier on this morning, and felt this sudden urge pondering about how quickly lifes got taken away without ones even know it. My thought and prayer go to those 4-5 people who died during this tragic accident, go to all of the others injured, missing and their families. *Sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about life in general (deep thought on-going here.) How sudden ones go? I think about myself, at times, take life for granted--whining and complaining about something non-sense. I think about how ones just have no idea when they will die or worse, when their loved one will. You just have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The split moment I watched the news, I felt extremely small. May be I should just take life as it comes--step by step, living for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by &lt;a href="mailto:rsennott@startribune.com"&gt;Richard Sennott&lt;/a&gt; , Star Tribune)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6988067248711341398?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6988067248711341398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6988067248711341398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6988067248711341398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6988067248711341398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/RrKQ8dZ-MFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VEtiZ_l4WuY/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3591463183348341544</id><published>2007-08-01T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:54:46.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Getting old</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been feeling like I'm actually getting old. My back is aching, my feet needs rubs, my face looks tired. What the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, from what it looks like, work has been hectic. Have anyone ever put the office phone on DND (Do Not Disturb)? I have been doing that in the past week. I hope this makes me look and feel younger to tempolary get rid of those who *want* to talk to you, at the same time, filter those whom you *do not want* to talk to. I find it pretty effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I check, I work more peacefully, knowing my voicemail is working for me. Thank you technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3591463183348341544?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3591463183348341544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3591463183348341544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3591463183348341544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3591463183348341544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-old.html' title='Getting old'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-8313687764508852582</id><published>2007-07-29T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:55:07.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Most wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rq0-kNZ-MDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nbmm6Jrq0qA/s1600-h/Nikon_Coolpix_S50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092795545420705842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rq0-kNZ-MDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nbmm6Jrq0qA/s400/Nikon_Coolpix_S50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aside from of those fancy SLR camera built by Nikon, here is another sleek, stylish, beautiful from head to end digital point-and-shoot camera Nikon has come out with, and I want it. I've been using Nikon cameras for so long. Nikon's quality is beyond words. But the hassles of carrying a big camera bag with heavy-as-hell gears seem like a burden to me at times. Times like when you just want some lookable pictures out of a casual event, times like you just want to click and go, times like I just want to slip a camera out of my purse and not having to be afraid to drop it. Carrying big/heavy camera is another reason why I don't have many pictures when I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built-in camera on the cell phone won't make a cut here--as much as I only want some lookable pictures, I don't want shitty looking photos either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price is acceptable too. I think this one is about $200-ish. Shouldn't break the bank, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking for a deal where they sale a package camera with all the gears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-8313687764508852582?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8313687764508852582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=8313687764508852582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8313687764508852582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/8313687764508852582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-wanted.html' title='Most wanted'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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/_Pi48DVbD7Hc/Rq0-kNZ-MDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nbmm6Jrq0qA/s72-c/Nikon_Coolpix_S50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-7218948767857398020</id><published>2007-07-28T17:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:55:27.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>My blog at The Nation</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I started a new blog with The Nation newspaper. I've chose to do another one because it is the Nation--I had worked there, I like to generalize my ideas to different group of people and I want another blog that is a little less about me and a little more about Thailand. So the blog has been launched since 7/25. If you wonder, here is the link if you aren't sick of me already: &lt;a href="http://blog.nationmultimedia.com/pondering"&gt;http://blog.nationmultimedia.com/pondering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, there are a few classic topics I am not fond of discussing--politics and religions. Though, I like discussing about controversial society issues like prostitutions, crime and abortion. I like to know what people think about it. So far, my latest post on bar girls and prostitution have been pretty interesting. Some people like to kid themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-7218948767857398020?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7218948767857398020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=7218948767857398020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7218948767857398020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/7218948767857398020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-blog-at-nation.html' title='My blog at The Nation'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-3111005646898473558</id><published>2007-07-28T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:55:45.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Funeral must-have</title><content type='html'>This might sound a little weird for many people, but I think everybody needs to make a list of what they want their funeral to be done when they are gone (and don't get to case their votes on what they really want for their memorial day.) One of my good friends back in college initiated this conversation one day and she did, she did make her request list for her own funeral. It makes sense to me, so here, I'm making a rough draft in case I forget later.&lt;br /&gt;1) I want my funeral to be brief and short. No need to elaborate and make attendants bored. 3 hours for Thai funeral should be more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;2) Most funeral in Thailand are held in the temple. I'm cool with that. I want to stick with dinner thing, but does not have to be at the temple. My parents can do their things for me their, but dinner should be at home. Make it comfy.&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't want the flowers (paung-reed.) I always think they are creepy. Funerals don't need to be all doom and creepy you know. What about stuffed animals for mine? I like donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;4) Let's stick with the classic for dress code--black and white. I like these two colors anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5) Leave your kids home please.&lt;br /&gt;6) Okay, for dinner, let's have: hor-mok, tom-yam-kung, chicken and basil, tod man pla and steamed rice. I also would like to add some appetizers--let's get some of those fresh spring rolls from Hadyai. My mom's family knows which restaurant I'm talking about. For Desserts, I want ga-lor-gee and bua-loy. Oh yes, these are all my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;7) Use my childhood pictures for funeral. I think I'm cuter when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that will be all for now. I will add more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I'm not planning to die or anything, but like I've said, it's something you can't really plan out so better be safe than sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3111005646898473558?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3111005646898473558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3111005646898473558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3111005646898473558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3111005646898473558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/funeral-must-have.html' title='Funeral must-have'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-6997916687902733890</id><published>2007-07-24T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:56:00.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>And another blog I've signed up for</title><content type='html'>Just signed up for another blog with the ol' Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking: if I have to categorize myself what kind of category my blog is supposed to fall into....it should be.....what. You know, the whole process of signing up for the Nation weblog and all, they ask me to fill in the "category." (talking to self: am I a traveler? into politics? probably not. what the hell is citizen affairs anyway? em...it sounds pretty cool.) So after all these thinkings, I ended up with, like y'all expect, GENERAL. What a boring title one can find? It's like I don't see myself anywhere, but here....all-in-one/ I-don't-know-where-the-hell-I-should-be kind of space. General a.k.a. undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed in myself. Sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, my blog today sounds pretty confusing. Once the Nation has reviewed my registration and verify my existence, I will let you know more about another blog of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-6997916687902733890?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6997916687902733890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=6997916687902733890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6997916687902733890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/6997916687902733890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-another-blog-ive-signed-up-for.html' title='And another blog I&apos;ve signed up for'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-1233376371027281763</id><published>2007-07-22T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:56:16.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking and Food'/><title type='text'>Good Sauce</title><content type='html'>Ingredients for a great sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh gingers (whole)&lt;br /&gt;Fresh garlics (peeled)&lt;br /&gt;Plum wine&lt;br /&gt;Oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;Kikoman say sauce&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend whole gingers and peeled garlic cloves in blender then mix with the rest of ingredients. Good for all stir fries, fried rice and noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1233376371027281763?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1233376371027281763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1233376371027281763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1233376371027281763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1233376371027281763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-sauce.html' title='Good Sauce'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-2221504862729343240</id><published>2007-07-17T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:56:35.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like once I stepped into the office today, everybody wants me here and there, and no, this never is a good thing--ever. So I looked over my desk earlier on before leaving work this evening, if someone would mess up my paperworks--moving them here and there, tomorrow, I'd be so pissed. It can be very frustrating you know. Yep, I sound just like the rest of the world. I hate people move stuff I lay on my desk...not even a post-it. And oh, I've learned today that there is this botton on my desk phone that when I push it, it means no disturb. Calls go straight to voicemail. Emmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2221504862729343240?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2221504862729343240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2221504862729343240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2221504862729343240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2221504862729343240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-1307530974197234096</id><published>2007-07-13T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:56:57.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is so funny how certain livings in this world disgust me most, but don't seem to do that to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really fond to flowers. Growing up, most of my gal friends were crazy over getting bouquets of flowers on Valentine's Day. When they get sicked, visitors are expected to bring flowers. Guests at the graduation day are expected to bring more flowers. Homeowners enjoy gardening, decorating their homes with, again, flowers. Flowers are everywhere, even food. Back in Thailand, there are Thai flower salads. How could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dislike most flowers. I think they are okay--some are eveb pleasant to look at. But I'm not expecting anybody to give me flowers. Call me pathetic. I think it's a waste of money. These flowers die (in days!!!) and then what? Your love and caring are just gonna die too? if you hand me flowers for Valentine's Day. Anyway, flowers are alright. Some of them, like Lily, are actually pretty (again, if I get it at no cost.) But some flowers are just gross--say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sunflowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;venus flytraps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. These guys are just disgusting. Now you may be wondering, I have got a few good reasons for not liking venus flytrap. This thing moves like a machine. This thing grows by killing another life. They look like bunch of giant green beans, yet kill. They know when to execute, when to release and when to tighten the poor victim up. They aren't even pretty. In short, they are gross. But here sunflowers. Lots and lots of people love sunflowers. Though I don't completely disagree. Sunflowers against bright blue sky---emm...look pretty good. Sunflowers in a long distance, look pretty nice. But sunflowers in a close up version? They are too tall, plus they do that little head nodding up and down when we folks aren't aware. They are just creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-1307530974197234096?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1307530974197234096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=1307530974197234096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1307530974197234096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/1307530974197234096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-so-funny-how-certain-livings-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-4973282498461054168</id><published>2007-07-11T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:57:27.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weather is perfect today in Indy. It has been around late 70s, bright, sunny sky with some clouds. I can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up discussing personal forbidden topics. Issues that I haven't really and never want to really talk about...ever---politic, religion, races and world/ culture/ belief conflicts with a co-worker. I used to love talking about it. You know that kind of laying my thoughts (and others) on the table and sharing (well, debating to be exact) what I think, what they think, how I view things, how they view things and why. Conversations get better among good friends who can "&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" with "&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and an "&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open-mind-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I've found these topics constructive among those who "can" handle the disagreements. It can be pretty educated and deep. Though, in the past few years, I've seen "destructive" sides of having this kind of conversations among those who aren't qualified (see highlights above) to be a part of these topic of discussion and it always ends up...well...nowhere really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've just pondered. Conversation with a co-worker today has been on a good side. I'm just thinking what this would have been like if I talked to a wrong person. Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4973282498461054168?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4973282498461054168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4973282498461054168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4973282498461054168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4973282498461054168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/weather-is-perfect-today-in-indy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-3090679970482789590</id><published>2007-07-09T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:57:49.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are what I've been anticipating they will happen someday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The day when tattoos are socially exceptable worldwide. I'm talking about no trash talk about tattoo lovers and their stereotype. Why is it so hard to believe that having a tattoo (or it can be plural) is not just a fashion? Any thought maybe people just love it?&lt;br /&gt;2) Women photojournalists become a majority.&lt;br /&gt;3) Voluptious ladies are beauties in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;4) No more whinning whether who's right, who's wrong in abortion, homosexualities, races and religions (also whether marijuana should be legalized or not comparing with alcohol.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Minimum speed on the highway (and for those who can't keep up with it, there are this word called "local roads."&lt;br /&gt;6) Men to be able to except women who speak up without having these control issues.&lt;br /&gt;7) I say, get rid of all those judgements. Just because you disagree with it, doesn't mean it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;8) Also, seniors are as important as children. Just because they are old, this doesn't justify the fact that they are more important. I'm so sick of hearing, oh! kids are so precious and on and on. Seniors can be "the brain" if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;9) Allow drinking at 16--just because they are banned from bars, doesn't mean they follow the rules anyway. Probably safer to have them drink openly so that adults can watch and warn.&lt;br /&gt;10) Make recycles free. Now city charges people for recycling (think how much you pay for the recycling trash.) Some say, don't even worry about that damn cycling if you are gonna charge people to throw their craps away to help the environment. Make it free....people will recycle everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3090679970482789590?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3090679970482789590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3090679970482789590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3090679970482789590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3090679970482789590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-are-what-ive-been-anticipating.html' title=''/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-5443355093762445636</id><published>2007-07-08T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:58:08.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking and Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love summer. There are tons of reasons to love this lovely, sweaty seasons from bright blue sky to summery dresses, from sandals to outdoor cook-out smelling those charcoal grills. Yet, another reason to love summer is Cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes, I'm talking about Cherries--rainier cherries, bing cherries and whatever cherries available in June, July and August. Love them, eat them everyday, many times a day. Comparing with other kind of fruits, cherries are quite pricy fruits. Here in Indianapolis, cherries are pretty much available almost all year round, but peak during this time of the year. During unpeak times, markets sell cherries, regular cherries, for about 6 bucks a pound. Rainier cherries are more expensive (they're also sweeter and juicier overall.) Personally I op for Bing cherries. Comparing with Rainier, Bings are less sweet with a hint of sour. Bings are deap red in color just like blood and satuated with tons of vitamin benefits and fibers. Anyhow, during this peak time, Bings are available for 2 bucks or so per pound. Today, I've bought them for $1.79 per pound, which is dirt cheap for cherries. Another reason to love this fruit, they are surprisingly fulfilling as far as those who love sweets. They actually help easing that 'urge' for ice cream (FYI: no fruits ever done this to me before. Top the ice cream? Seems almost impossible.) Love cherries since living in Thailand. My parents bought them from Australia if I get this right and I remember how much I loved them then. Cherries are rare in Thailand and I don't think we can grow them. They are mostly imported and sold very expensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now, besides all of those reasons out there, what not to love about summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-5443355093762445636?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5443355093762445636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=5443355093762445636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5443355093762445636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/5443355093762445636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-2794392070195063314</id><published>2007-07-07T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:58:32.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I have been talking to lots and lots of people about my upcoming trip to Thailand. Even if there's still a month and days before the date, but hey, I'm excited already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks, they don't seem to be long enough to catch up with what I've been missing in the past three years. Too many people to talk to, too many things to do with too little time. When you live overseas, it makes you feel so little at times, especially when you hear something like, "Oh! Yui is getting married!," then " but hey, when does she have a boyfriend anyway?" I especially sounded a little out of date, especially last night when talking to one of my best friends in Thailand. So many changes have happened when I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I doubt if missing all those stuff are worth it. My sister emailed me my Pa's birthday party a few days ago. Heck, he looks a little older than last time I saw him. I though feel much like I've been missing all of these precious time I should've spent with family. This year must have been the first that so many family members have been sick, and that the guilt is out there for me to grab making me feel that I should have been there. Some times putting my voice via phone across the world doesn't seem to help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....when did I turn my Thailand trip excitement into a big sad guilt trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-2794392070195063314?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2794392070195063314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=2794392070195063314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2794392070195063314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/2794392070195063314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yes-i-have-been-talking-to-lots-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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-3801858460905600290.post-4801003035346476897</id><published>2007-07-03T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:59:02.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time flies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since the last time I blogged. My only real reason of blogging is to keep an online diary since typing (in English where there aren't so many letters) seems to be almost too convenient nowday for myself...I mean, the online diary. Another indirect reason is here written (well, typed) online to share with friends who I haven't written to or bad in keeping in touch with to get to keep up with my thoughts and me (so that there won't be too many things they miss out when I get to talk to them next time, hopefully.) I don't mean to be so self involved, for your record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, keeping an online diary is so far from writing a diary...an actually papers and pens diary. My thought is out there, no secrets whatsoever. There is no where-should-I-keep-my-diary kind of thoughts. There is no value as far as oh-gosh-if-so-and-so-read-this type of feelings. Online diary is pretty shallow (admitted by me who is writing this online by the way.) Personally, it's more like a self proclaim non-fiction/ fiction. You know there will be someone out there reading your craps. Oh! what if so and so reads this and that......oh........maybe I shouldn't have written this and that. Before I know it, I go back and re write my craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with this online thing. Heck, who am I to say. I just wish that some time soon, I will be keeping my journal--the old way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-4801003035346476897?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4801003035346476897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=4801003035346476897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4801003035346476897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/4801003035346476897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801858460905600290.post-3530318228713424329</id><published>2007-06-12T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:59:42.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger Management'/><title type='text'>Self Relaxation Techniques</title><content type='html'>Spoke with a friend today about classic self relaxation techniques such as taking a deep breath--I don't think it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I recognize my problem as far as anger control. I even think I have been going on for years without a diagnosis of bipolar disorder or maybe I just simply need to find a practical yet effective anger management class. Ok, back to self relaxation technique like taking a deep breath. A friend said that it helps you psychologically by concentrating on inhaling and exhaling--keep doing so repeatedly until you are eventually........relax *sign.* In addition to that she said, after breathing in and out, you will need to acknowledge your anger, frustration, agitation and whatever and however you are feeling, then tell yourself to stop thinking about that, moving on and developing positive thoughts. And that's supposed to help. She said it actually helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on today, some idiots at work took me off big time. Man, am I mad? Yes. I tried the above recommendations, but it lasted about 2 sets of in/exhales then BOOM, I got corrupted by bad thoughts. I didn't happen. I think I went off on someone (FYI: and don't really feel bad about it.) So far, taking deep breaths don't really help me as much, but going off on someone helps. Yelling is great and cursing is also a plus. Jeez, you know, after yelling for about 2 minutes, man...I actually did fell so damn great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801858460905600290-3530318228713424329?l=pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3530318228713424329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3801858460905600290&amp;postID=3530318228713424329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3530318228713424329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801858460905600290/posts/default/3530318228713424329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pondering-mumbling.blogspot.com/2007/06/self-relaxation-techniques.html' title='Self Relaxation Techniques'/><author><name>Pondering</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15212007131146676250</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
