<?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-20577144</id><updated>2012-01-14T13:14:17.827+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='QODD'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='My Cooking'/><category term='My life'/><category term='separation'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Jocular'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='occassions'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Perverts'/><category term='Blogthings'/><category term='WODD'/><category term='outings'/><category term='departure'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='Man Utd'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Amor</title><subtitle type='html'>To Live, To Learn, To Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1387192237520389837</id><published>2010-11-30T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:52:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online offline chatter!</title><content type='html'>This is the first post I am writing on my iPhone 4!! Yup!! I am officially an iPhone user and notice how I actually say iPhone 4 and not just iPhone?? Ya ya?? Heh!! My birthday present from my dearest best friend, lover and hubby all rolled into one!! ~~&lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... What I wanna talk about is how hard it is to be a human nowadays!! The increasing amount of etiquettes there is to learn, remember and master is just ridiculous!! Not only how to greet ur elders, and table manners, one now has to master all the different social media etiquettes that is out there for the reading! (if u search for it on Google, u will be amazed!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow... One thing I find the most annoying and not really mentioned is how friends who choose to appear offline still talks to u and u like have to answer them not knowing if it is the bloody connection over at their side that is causing them to dc or if they r still even online or if it is some sick virus crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drives me crazy!! Esp when I once encountered an idiot who appeared offline and then fell asleep chatting to me halfway!!! Therefore... Note this people!!! I am not going to answer ANY chats if u choose to appear offline when chatting with me unless a real valid reason is stated and accepted by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaozz!! (^_−)−☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1387192237520389837?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1387192237520389837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1387192237520389837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1387192237520389837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1387192237520389837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/11/online-offline-chatter.html' title='Online offline chatter!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2639262057760866376</id><published>2010-06-02T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:10:19.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>The name game</title><content type='html'>Friends around me all seem to be owning a baby except me... Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I am thinking of getting one soon... But my little research via youtube on childbirth aint exactly a sweet lovely rainbowy moment but a rather grotesque scene that replays in my head the same way a horror movie does bringing back different scenes of childbirth I watched since young on movies and serials where a woman is seen screaming her head out with a tsunami of perspiration surrounding her... Urghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that being that... I think I still want one of those little adults... Heh! Kindof a slut that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I am sharing here today, things to consider when naming your kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not choose a name that rhymes with some vuglarity or things that the little fella's schoolmates can use against him... (Eg. Lester the Molester...a boy got that for the whole of his primary school life and I still remember it till now... Which haunts me since I am tickled whenever a Lester introduces himself to me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When a name is chosen, all forms of the name has to be considered as well. (Once while bowling I saw Ediot... Its a classic idiot with a capital E which I assume was a name adapted from Elliot or sumthing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not choose super complicated names from the bible... People will laugh esp if you are from Singapore and not Jerusalem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Attempt to read out the selected name along with the surname to ensure it sounds ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lastly, check out the meanings of the name which you like, the kid will appreciate it!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2639262057760866376?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2639262057760866376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2639262057760866376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2639262057760866376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2639262057760866376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/06/name-game.html' title='The name game'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1265149823676132955</id><published>2010-03-13T17:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T04:12:20.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='departure'/><title type='text'>My Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S56T5Zs5yKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PIRX8kFNZrE/s1600-h/1311224723l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448955213525928098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S56T5Zs5yKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PIRX8kFNZrE/s320/1311224723l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like fireworks, you are incredibly wonderful and magical,&lt;br /&gt;Brightening my darkest night, you are beautiful, so delightful,&lt;br /&gt;Every burst a surprise, every effort made for others to enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;When you are gone, you leave an unbearable silence and void…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You color my world with your lovely myriad lights all dazzling,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing joy and surprises aplenty with your endearing actions,&lt;br /&gt;Never failing to make me miss you every single waking second,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all emcompassing, your presence is constantly felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling only happy memories, treasuring every single one,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating for the time you return, when everything is done,&lt;br /&gt;Till then I will be awaiting, longing, yearning for your return,&lt;br /&gt;Looking out at the dark starless night, for you, my fireworks…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1265149823676132955?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1265149823676132955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1265149823676132955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1265149823676132955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1265149823676132955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-fireworks.html' title='My Fireworks'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S56T5Zs5yKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PIRX8kFNZrE/s72-c/1311224723l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3260537482374361269</id><published>2010-03-12T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:02:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Secretary C</title><content type='html'>Ever since I had my encounter with a real life Carol I have been pondering over the reasons as to why she is the way she is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The horrid miserable sickening way her faced is shaped to make all the flowers she pass along the way to wilt... The sickening way she attempts to make everyone feel small around her with her sickening antics of barking and throwing her boss’s weight around… Ah… Memories… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions were recently answered… According to research, it is all ‘cause she did not get hugs when she was young… Aww… So sad… =/ Alas, there was no cure… I can’t help her by getting someone to hug her a lot a lot a lot to make up for it and change her for the better… It is like a lost cause… Gone case… No help le… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of the growing up things where only you can help yourself, I hope she recognizes her negative side and change for the better… Sad… I really am starting to feel sorry for her… Much more than I did when I heard those bad rumors about her… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: Carol is the "secretary from hell" in Dilbert comics who hates her job and finds perverse joy in making everyone within a two-mile radius suffer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3260537482374361269?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3260537482374361269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3260537482374361269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3260537482374361269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3260537482374361269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-secretary-c.html' title='On Secretary C'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4097332474878398224</id><published>2010-03-05T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:46:38.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WODD'/><title type='text'>WODD: On Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Positive Thinking" was invented as a nicer term for "Self Denial"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4097332474878398224?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4097332474878398224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4097332474878398224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4097332474878398224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4097332474878398224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/03/wodd-on-positive-thinking.html' title='WODD: On Positive Thinking'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7551978246406332240</id><published>2010-03-01T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:11:13.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocular'/><title type='text'>Latest advice to Tiger Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S4uCQtNwrXI/AAAAAAAAANU/yw5YKnzQJwY/s1600-h/C0259FB0F8A2ECF7BB2078A4BBADBA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443587798134205810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S4uCQtNwrXI/AAAAAAAAANU/yw5YKnzQJwY/s320/C0259FB0F8A2ECF7BB2078A4BBADBA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;French guru to Tiger Woods: 'divorce and enjoy polyamory'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French guru Claude Vorilhon, alias Rael, advised golf superstar Tiger Woods in an open letter on Thursday to divorce his wife and embrace multiple sexual partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happen to come across this article on MSN News and I laughed... Heh... Seriously... What the hell are some people in this world thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone actually take this person words for real when he is like saying life here on earth is attributed to ETs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that really hit me was when he said Wood's wife Elin was really the one who needed therapy since she is "such a jealous partner". Haahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the article here: &lt;a href="http://news.sg.msn.com/weird-news/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3910679"&gt;http://news.sg.msn.com/weird-news/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3910679&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7551978246406332240?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7551978246406332240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7551978246406332240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7551978246406332240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7551978246406332240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/03/latest-advice-to-tiger-woods.html' title='Latest advice to Tiger Woods'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S4uCQtNwrXI/AAAAAAAAANU/yw5YKnzQJwY/s72-c/C0259FB0F8A2ECF7BB2078A4BBADBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2101091448886062768</id><published>2010-02-25T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:09:17.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WODD'/><title type='text'>Wisdom of Da Dae:: Double Eyelids</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"He who deemed double eyelids as being part of a beauty criteria is my&lt;br /&gt;friend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2101091448886062768?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2101091448886062768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2101091448886062768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2101091448886062768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2101091448886062768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/02/wodd-wisdom-of-da-dae.html' title='Wisdom of Da Dae:: Double Eyelids'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6796395698220765402</id><published>2010-02-21T18:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:16:11.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Wolfman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S4EQhPXGJQI/AAAAAAAAANM/CqxhIKtyLpQ/s1600-h/Wolfman_12inchtoy-thumb-300x444-13537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440647988085400834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S4EQhPXGJQI/AAAAAAAAANM/CqxhIKtyLpQ/s320/Wolfman_12inchtoy-thumb-300x444-13537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught another movie last night which makes it like 2 movie in 2 days at 2 different cinemas with 2 different friends... Heh... Too free?? Or an expert procrastinator? Haha... I suppose the latter would be true... Watched it with at Leisure Park after a KFC dinner... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the storyline ain't much to brag about but the transformation and animation is damn solid... It's soo believable... Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally impressed by the way the actors turned from man to werewolf... The details really made the movie one that was totally worth watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much of a horror nor violent nor bloody movie person so was feeling like my heart was in my stomach the whole time though... Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I find kindof amusing though is finding Sméagol appearing in the movie... Haha... He was acting as someone else though and didn't have any lines in the movie... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of me feeling scared, I found it pretty amusing... =P Though he succeeded in creeping me out yet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6796395698220765402?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6796395698220765402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6796395698220765402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6796395698220765402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6796395698220765402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolfman.html' title='Wolfman'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S4EQhPXGJQI/AAAAAAAAANM/CqxhIKtyLpQ/s72-c/Wolfman_12inchtoy-thumb-300x444-13537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2914615596159283677</id><published>2010-02-20T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:35:27.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Picturehouse Film: Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S3_CCU3jSgI/AAAAAAAAANE/4l4kkX-GmBo/s1600-h/kisses%2520poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440280220104083970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S3_CCU3jSgI/AAAAAAAAANE/4l4kkX-GmBo/s320/kisses%2520poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched this Irish film this morning at Cathy, by morning, I meant 1.05am... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the films that I felt was really worth watching...&lt;br /&gt;It was my first Picturehouse film...&lt;br /&gt;It was also my first time watching a movie with only four people, including me, in the entire theatre... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way the film played with colours...&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way it portrayed the kids, with so much innocence and yet surrounded with so much harsh realities of this world...&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way it made a super star whom everyone idolised appear to face the same f*rkedupness about life...&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way the film captures so much awfulness and yet manages to inject sweetness and fun just like the way real life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life it seems... No matter how awful, still has to be lived on... And this film captures it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, with regards to the Hot Press review on this being a feel-good movie... Er... Well... Not all reviews are really accurate... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2914615596159283677?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2914615596159283677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2914615596159283677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2914615596159283677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2914615596159283677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/02/picturehouse-film-kisses.html' title='Picturehouse Film: Kisses'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/S3_CCU3jSgI/AAAAAAAAANE/4l4kkX-GmBo/s72-c/kisses%2520poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5481387187006093303</id><published>2010-01-10T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:24:55.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QODD'/><title type='text'>Question Of Da Dae...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kittyhell.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hello-kitty-mens-underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.kittyhell.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/hello-kitty-mens-underwear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I occasionally haf random questions popping up in my head...&lt;br /&gt;Super random questions that bothers and haunts me the entire day...&lt;br /&gt;Questions that makes me annoyed not having Mr. G. right  at my beck and call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae's question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What came first... The calling of a cat, Pussycat or the calling of the vagina, Pussy? How does a cat get linked to a  female genitalia?? "&lt;/blockquote&gt;AaarGghhh!!! It's baffling... There is seriously no link at all... They look sooooo damn different la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5481387187006093303?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5481387187006093303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5481387187006093303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5481387187006093303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5481387187006093303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2010/01/question-of-da-dae.html' title='Question Of Da Dae...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2799852898749761738</id><published>2009-11-28T10:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:26:20.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Why do we shout when in anger?</title><content type='html'>I hate to have any forms of shouting bouts especially with the one other party of whom I am in a relationship with. I cringe even now, just at the thought of it... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the friend whom I told it to tried to make me think otherwise though by filling me in on how magical, exhilarating, and mind-blowing make-up sex can be. But he, I dismissed as a simply crazy... BleaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post was written just to share the story below... Makes quite a lot of sense... =P&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A saint once asked his disciples, 'Why do people shout at each other when in anger?' His disciples thought for a while and one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But, why shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?' His disciples took turns trying their answers but none satisfied the saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the louder they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they need not even whisper, they just have to look at each other. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL : When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2799852898749761738?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2799852898749761738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2799852898749761738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2799852898749761738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2799852898749761738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-we-shout-when-in-anger.html' title='Why do we shout when in anger?'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4824059495172141686</id><published>2009-11-18T15:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:18:36.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Bro's Bday!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my bro's birthday... I hope he's enjoying it with his gf big time... I wish I had earlier passed him some dough to better enjoy it... Sianzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood at the moment placed simply, can be describe by the quote below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment. ~Robert Benchley&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am ready to do just about anything besides the things that I am supposed to be doing... Perhaps that's why I am blogging... Hahaha... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4824059495172141686?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4824059495172141686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4824059495172141686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4824059495172141686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4824059495172141686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/11/bros-bday.html' title='Bro&apos;s Bday!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3900530712016571398</id><published>2009-10-21T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:11:36.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Coffee Black</title><content type='html'>The aroma of a coffee black, lingers all around in an empty room with not a single sound&lt;br /&gt;through the street lights, translucent threads of steam is seen, giving hints of ghosts within&lt;br /&gt;Too much was unsaid, too many unknowns, too complicated a problem a single night sown&lt;br /&gt;Nought was it due to its rarity or quality, neither was it so the correct combination quantity&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it is now my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, was cos to me it had become, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rememoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of gone days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the things you said, your tension, your touch, your unconscious smiles, and your bed,&lt;br /&gt;the calls which had my heart skip a beat, each time you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nonchalantly&lt;/span&gt; say "Hey, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;the treasured outings I shared with you, cool night breezes, swaying trees and a morning rain&lt;br /&gt;the intimate conversations of shared hidden secrets, arousing emotions that became a bane,&lt;br /&gt;they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisced &lt;/span&gt;upon a sip of a drink so dark, mimicking the sky of the night we shared...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3900530712016571398?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3900530712016571398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3900530712016571398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3900530712016571398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3900530712016571398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee-black.html' title='Coffee Black'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-817104785238287287</id><published>2009-09-18T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:11:45.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The art of growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SrOTaIXAnaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o5nqIJTpgGM/s1600-h/foto04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SrOTaIXAnaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o5nqIJTpgGM/s400/foto04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382808056767749538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boys grow up playing with dolls and make up, some girls are tomboys who run around barefooted with knees greyed by dirt from the ground... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these goes away with age... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids stops biting their nails, girls starts wearing perfumes and make up... Boys stops finding girls annoying and irritating but simply lovely and cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, there are some things that one will never grow out of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-817104785238287287?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/817104785238287287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=817104785238287287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/817104785238287287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/817104785238287287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-growing-up.html' title='The art of growing up...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SrOTaIXAnaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o5nqIJTpgGM/s72-c/foto04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6144730031453426622</id><published>2009-08-28T19:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:47:30.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Alienated...</title><content type='html'>When in a new place, surrounded by new people, speaking different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lingos&lt;/span&gt; one constantly debates with the need to impress and blend in or to just be oneself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also at this juncture of life that one regards anything and everything as being a hint of fate... For example, in one of my previous workplace, which I won't say where, people got into cliques cause they are found others who are as dumb and simply bitchy as themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the comic below, I can totally relate to as it is what I often find myself doing when stuck at a cross junction and needing to turn right... Haha... Only I never did walk up to the car in front of me... Just in case the driver lacks in the looks department... Heh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am superficial that way... =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 547px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/turn_signals.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6144730031453426622?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6144730031453426622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6144730031453426622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6144730031453426622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6144730031453426622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/08/alienated.html' title='Alienated...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-16086360943270487</id><published>2009-07-26T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:21:22.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Wounded...</title><content type='html'>Today I was scratched by my dog... Across my arm, a long big one...&lt;br /&gt;At first I dismissed it, washed it hurriedly and then went down to play... &lt;br /&gt;Then the blood came along with the persistent pulsating pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From noon till evening, I 忍... Only a big long scratch, 难不倒我的！！&lt;br /&gt;Even cooked a scrumptious  dinner for my dear dear and myself... =) &lt;br /&gt;Bear through with the pain while watching Liverpool vs Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until bath-time... SIbei #%^@#*$#@!! Once the wound touch water!!&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought about the 古惑仔！Heh! Fight time can act hero la...&lt;br /&gt;When bath sure cry out one!! Plus knn apply medicine even more pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-16086360943270487?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/16086360943270487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=16086360943270487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/16086360943270487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/16086360943270487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/07/wounded.html' title='Wounded...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2532310418482406108</id><published>2009-06-08T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:24:19.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>In my world...</title><content type='html'>In my world... Everything happens for a reason... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how, the past month I have been driving to work everyday but today I didn't and someone approached me to change a two dollar note with her so she could take a bus with her hubby and her kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is my coin pouch was low on coins and it was only recently that I had topped it up... I am so glad I did... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly... Nothing is ever perfect... Seems some people don't see it possible that guys and girls can just be good friends... They have to go fark it up big time by thinking too much and over-reacting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm... I can deal with this... I just need some time to think it through and come up with a equation to solve this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side, I am sooo grateful that L sent me to the bus stop today... Felt like I was dying... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2532310418482406108?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2532310418482406108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2532310418482406108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2532310418482406108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2532310418482406108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-world.html' title='In my world...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8147417468942674253</id><published>2009-05-03T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:29:54.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Confucius</title><content type='html'>Watching a chinese program on channel 8 now that talks about chivary... They happen to mention Confucius which brings to my mind this one person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the first person who told me that Confucius is "his/her" role-model... I looked up to "him/her" that day, taking "his/her" word for real... I always liked the idea of a person reflecting and striving to better themselves and taking someone like Confucius as a role-model was well, in my opinion, impressive... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it din take long for me to learn otherwise... That same person told me that "he/she" placed human relations above principals... I was stunned, disappointed, and then I felt sorry for that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one learns as one ages... I guess I learnt how low some people can get to walk an easier path in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is yet another one of those traits I must constantly remind myself I must never let myself grow up into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;子曰：“见贤思齐焉，见不贤而内自省也。"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8147417468942674253?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8147417468942674253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8147417468942674253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8147417468942674253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8147417468942674253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/05/confucius.html' title='Confucius'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-909217324483610546</id><published>2009-04-26T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:32:17.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Bitch Defined...</title><content type='html'>Bitch, a term for the female of a &lt;a title="Canidae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canidae"&gt;canine species&lt;/a&gt; in general, is frequently used as a term for a malicious, &lt;a title="Spite (sentiment)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spite_(sentiment)"&gt;spiteful&lt;/a&gt;, domineering, intrusive, or unpleasant person, especially a woman. This second meaning has been in use since around 1400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 1980s, the term "bitch" became more and more accepted and less offensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-909217324483610546?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/909217324483610546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=909217324483610546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/909217324483610546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/909217324483610546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitch-defined.html' title='Bitch Defined...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-621962437723555459</id><published>2009-04-15T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:44:12.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Petite Anglaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is really a matter of principle as far as I am concerned, in defining&lt;br /&gt;the boundaries between personal and professional activities, where the line&lt;br /&gt;should be drawn for bloggers who touch on the events of their working life in&lt;br /&gt;their writing," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because... For now... &lt;em&gt;大人不记小人过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-621962437723555459?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/621962437723555459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=621962437723555459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/621962437723555459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/621962437723555459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/04/petite-anglaise.html' title='Petite Anglaise'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7064730440965443703</id><published>2009-04-12T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:52:43.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>BitCh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships... Love them, hate them... Life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7064730440965443703?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7064730440965443703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7064730440965443703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7064730440965443703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7064730440965443703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitch.html' title='BitCh!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8331965617247019726</id><published>2009-04-08T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:09:30.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Taboo boo boo</title><content type='html'>Today is a rather eventful day for me.... Work... A taboo word for my blog... Ain't allowed to talk or in this case type much about it here... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... If humans are meant to be controlled, God would have programmed us to be obedient to him from the start right?! Why bother going through all the sinners, repent and sacrifice?? Anyway... I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning my perspective of a person changed... (Yes, it's you... My first exposed fan!) She actually do talk nicely to other people... Weird... So far I have only seen her whispering sneakily with other people or shouting... =/ Perhaps I viewed through tinted glasses... I don't know... Confused... Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, admiting up to one's mistake is part of growing up to be a better person... Tough shit!! Argh!!! Only time can tell on that one... Time... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna talk about my workplace from this point!!! Heh!!! Neh neh ni bu bu!!! You cannot stop me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today work ended on a rather nice and sweet note... Ironic as it seems... My workplace do sprout sweet love buds sometimes... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few hours at work was spent in a meeting room where I saw how learning is encouraged instead of laughed at... I smiled at how patient a person can be to another... I saw how big a difference one's attitude can make in a workplace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my desk I wonder if she ever experiences such "love" at work... I felt bad for  making her upset... Then again... Why did she barge into the meeting I held and scold my boss for doing something everyone did?? Who knew the control had to be drawn from her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... Ironic... Fun... Disheartening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8331965617247019726?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8331965617247019726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8331965617247019726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8331965617247019726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8331965617247019726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/04/taboo-boo-boo.html' title='Taboo boo boo'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-470610097492946018</id><published>2009-04-07T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:40:49.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Blog Taboo...</title><content type='html'>One ain't allowed to talk about anything negative about one's workplace on their blog regardless of whether the name of one's workplace is mentioned or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ain't allowed to make fun of anyone in their workplace on their blog regardless of whether they are a staff, a vendor, a customer or just a passerby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ain't allowed to write about one's emotions about one's colleague on their blog as it might affect the other staff(s) morale and job efficiency... (WHO CARES ABOUT YOURS?? SHUDDUP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of the above is committed... Be prepared to be called to the "PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE"!! Ooooo... Scary... Ah... Childhood bittersweet memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course one commits suicide right after... Like Dr Allan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-470610097492946018?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/470610097492946018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=470610097492946018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/470610097492946018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/470610097492946018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-taboo.html' title='Blog Taboo...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4698700104755711482</id><published>2009-04-05T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:23:19.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>Does your conscience let you fall gently off to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you thrash about tossing, turning, screaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your fears visit you nightly as you're lying alone?&lt;br /&gt;The fear that you are really all alone and no one cares?&lt;br /&gt;The fear that you might soon be obsolete cause of age?&lt;br /&gt;The fear that the lousier others are loved and you ain't?&lt;br /&gt;The fear that he too will dispose of you like the rest did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise that hurting others will bring about karma?&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel now that your ugliness was shone upon?&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel knowing we all have someone to hug?&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel having to fight for attention when upset?&lt;br /&gt;How long more do you think she will be on your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having it been all said and done, forgiven and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I do pity you as being small is not an easy thing to bear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4698700104755711482?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4698700104755711482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4698700104755711482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4698700104755711482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4698700104755711482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7907352229541859588</id><published>2009-03-25T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:40:26.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>自白</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;不要说并不是因为不要你知。。。是不愿你不好过。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;没有问非是不想知道你的事。。。怕你烦怕讲错话。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;好想在你伤心悲哀时抱住你。。。安慰你直持着你。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;一心只想做你会喜欢的女人。。。以不知自己是谁。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;好想单纯地问你是否在想我。。。我时时刻刻都有。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;但当我们两在一起说笑闲聊。。。泪在心里不停流。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;好怕又和过去一样被你丢弃。。。逃离不开爱的伤。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7907352229541859588?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7907352229541859588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7907352229541859588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7907352229541859588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7907352229541859588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_25.html' title='自白'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5113464206791688629</id><published>2009-03-20T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:55:32.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>终于了解...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;愿放手是因为要你快乐&lt;span style="font: 14.0px SimSun"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;但你一直都在我的怀里。。。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px SimSun"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 14.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;我自言自问自答&lt;/span&gt;猜不透&lt;span style="font: 14.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;抽了烟喝了酒麻醉自己。。。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px SimSun"&gt;落着眼泪嘲笑自己的我，不小心以出卖了我未来。。。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px SimSun"&gt;从不后悔没難過爱过你，懂了愛只要未来你幸福。。。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px STHeiti Light"&gt;终于了解&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: SimSun; font-size: 14px; "&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;我们相遇在你还没有学会如何去爱的时候。。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5113464206791688629?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5113464206791688629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5113464206791688629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5113464206791688629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5113464206791688629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='终于了解...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-973428499588346342</id><published>2009-02-27T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:56:23.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>世界上最遥远的距离...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 14.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px STSong"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;世界上最遥远的距离，不是生与死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;而是我就站在你的面前，你却不知道我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;世界上最遥远的距离，不是我站在你面前，你却不知道我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;而是明明知道彼此相爱，却不能在一起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明知道彼此相爱，却不能在一起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;而是明明无法抵挡这股想念，却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明无法抵挡这股想念，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal STSong; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;而是用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-973428499588346342?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/973428499588346342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=973428499588346342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/973428499588346342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/973428499588346342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='世界上最遥远的距离...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8965803562560318406</id><published>2009-02-25T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:00:09.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>CG 09(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1234.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/1234.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last CG was a get-together sorta thing... I wonder how many more sessions of this would we have... =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been together for the longest time and yet the session felt really awkward... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's how it goes with all relationships, whether it involves just 2 lovers or a group of individuals coming together and committing to a bond that is to last... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were only able to last for so many years cause everyone in the group had played their fair share of  give and take on their own parts... Sacrificing our time, making efforts to cook sometimes, opening of our homes, traveling to the meeting place, occasionally being mischievous, had some disagreements, had cliques...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my take, I guess God is working on us and our bond... Never giving up... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8965803562560318406?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8965803562560318406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8965803562560318406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8965803562560318406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8965803562560318406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-cg-gathering.html' title='CG 09(2)'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4677531415473006266</id><published>2009-02-25T14:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:36:57.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogthings'/><title type='text'>Driving Gender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Driving Is is: 74% Male, 26% Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;According to studies, you generally drive like a typical male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're confident in your driving skills, and hardly any situation gets the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have a few tickets under your belt, you're still a very good driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4677531415473006266?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4677531415473006266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4677531415473006266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4677531415473006266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4677531415473006266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/optimist-or-pessimist.html' title='Driving Gender...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-285198696998548289</id><published>2009-02-18T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:43:51.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A little note... From me to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SZu8LAsVQWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zHRCeRn2IZU/s1600-h/note4u.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SZu8LAsVQWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zHRCeRn2IZU/s320/note4u.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304039883509416290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-285198696998548289?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/285198696998548289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=285198696998548289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/285198696998548289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/285198696998548289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-note-from-me-to-you.html' title='A little note... From me to you...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SZu8LAsVQWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zHRCeRn2IZU/s72-c/note4u.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6142879103205896945</id><published>2009-02-17T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:22:46.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Teen Spirit</title><content type='html'>Wearing things that no one wears&lt;br /&gt;Saying crazy things like no one cares&lt;br /&gt;Doing silly things that no one dares&lt;br /&gt;Acting all cool, heck! Devil-may-care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding life, experiencing love&lt;br /&gt;Learning what to give and not to take&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how a sweet lover turns into liar&lt;br /&gt;Sliding the blade just to feel some pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striving to attain the playhouse outgrown&lt;br /&gt;Taking some puffs while crying in shame&lt;br /&gt;Reflections kinda aids the growing process&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ when it dawns tomorrow has came&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6142879103205896945?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6142879103205896945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6142879103205896945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6142879103205896945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6142879103205896945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/teen-spirit.html' title='Teen Spirit'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8064672063692924620</id><published>2009-02-06T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:03:56.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Lunch out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/hongkah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 302px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/hongkah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was taken on while on the way to West Mall for lunch... &lt;div&gt;Simply love the way the place  appears to looks so serene and relaxing... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8064672063692924620?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8064672063692924620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8064672063692924620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8064672063692924620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8064672063692924620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunch-out.html' title='Lunch out...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1519351977369767211</id><published>2009-02-03T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:07:17.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A little something to look forward to... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisypath.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dv.daisypath.com/01rLp8.png" alt="Daisypath Vacation Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1519351977369767211?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1519351977369767211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1519351977369767211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1519351977369767211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1519351977369767211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='A little something to look forward to... =)'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5444601723165817158</id><published>2009-02-03T12:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:51:26.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Billy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SYfLwT5sH8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xYKhioybSIo/s1600-h/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SYfLwT5sH8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xYKhioybSIo/s320/goat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427517461077954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a bad start to the day...&lt;div&gt;Had a bad and stressful dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a lousy morning wake up call...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a hard time searching for the car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleah!!!!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\(`~ ')/--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again... All seems nice and cool now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess, looking on the bright side... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today ain't gonna be that bad after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haizzz... Only one week left... Why liddat???!!! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5444601723165817158?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5444601723165817158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5444601723165817158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5444601723165817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5444601723165817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/02/billy.html' title='Billy'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SYfLwT5sH8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xYKhioybSIo/s72-c/goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8001059735010642522</id><published>2009-01-23T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:14:29.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>PS Brushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/setCutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 212px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/setCutie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My latest craze or rather obsession is creating brushes for use in photoshop... (^-^)"/&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sooo pleased with how they turned out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cuties on the left are one of the sets I have been working on and have shared with a couple of my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would have uploaded it here for peeps to download and use but blogger does not cater for uploading of files yet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really tempted to set up a webby of my own now... Ha ha... =P&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/20577144-8001059735010642522?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8001059735010642522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8001059735010642522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8001059735010642522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8001059735010642522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-brushes.html' title='PS Brushes'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7469736781346078160</id><published>2008-12-23T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:25:34.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>2008 Economic Recession</title><content type='html'>Right now, cos of America's debts, or rather, the acknowledgement of it... We are all having to face a period of general economic declination... Sucks balls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheer cruelty of it all... The uncertainness and the lurking of horrific retrenchments... The number of sleepless nights experienced by the tens of thousands all around our little island... The sickening taste of being unable to buy whatever will be on sale at the next computer show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you think to yourself... Hmm... What are the management talking about in their meetings that goes on for hours on ends?? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SVCSJ4bGanI/AAAAAAAAALU/BjRGOvB7mTU/s1600-h/2274strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SVCSJ4bGanI/AAAAAAAAALU/BjRGOvB7mTU/s400/2274strip.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282883061368121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7469736781346078160?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7469736781346078160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7469736781346078160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7469736781346078160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7469736781346078160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-economic-recession.html' title='2008 Economic Recession'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SVCSJ4bGanI/AAAAAAAAALU/BjRGOvB7mTU/s72-c/2274strip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5190438643054403358</id><published>2008-12-22T10:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:19:20.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>As cool as a cucumber??</title><content type='html'>It was yesterday night when he needed to go to his mum's house to get some stuffs and I was waiting by the lift lobby for him when the following conversation took place right after he was done...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Him: Hey, kinda warm here but you din break a sweat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me: Yeah... It is... But you know why I din perspire??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me: It's cos I am cool you see... Heh... Too cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Him: Ahhh... No wonder I smell cucumbers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me: Eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Him: As cool as a cucumber... Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me: Wat the $#%&amp;amp;@#$!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5190438643054403358?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5190438643054403358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5190438643054403358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5190438643054403358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5190438643054403358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-cool-as-cucumber_22.html' title='As cool as a cucumber??'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3016345758924792536</id><published>2008-12-15T15:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:15:23.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Playhouse Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SUYB8mgVQyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W31-EsH3eU8/s1600-h/131208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SUYB8mgVQyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W31-EsH3eU8/s400/131208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279909753778422562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(230, 230, 230);   line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;beCos' it'S da wEEkeNdS, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wE caN dO wAtevA wE wAn tO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wHeNevA wE wAnt tO, as lOng as wE wAn tO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3016345758924792536?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3016345758924792536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3016345758924792536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3016345758924792536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3016345758924792536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/12/playhouse-weekend.html' title='Playhouse Weekend!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SUYB8mgVQyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W31-EsH3eU8/s72-c/131208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3815449291690061310</id><published>2008-12-04T13:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:39:56.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>On the way home -- 031208</title><content type='html'>Singapore's OVERCROWDED!!! Took public transport home yesterday... It's been a nong nong time since I took the public transport to and from work... Ever since Dear dear's back in town... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/c37-0021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 19px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/c37-0021.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood in the slightly stinking train that was filled with mostly foreign workers, carrying my bag and my all new 13" Aluminum Macbook... I almost died... It's crazy and shameless the way some people behave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing into the trains without giving a chance for people to alight, struggling for the seat even though they ain't the nearest one to it, not giving their seats up to pregnant women and horror of horrors, getting onto a crowded train without first showering and having dandruff all over their shirts... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to push myself out and drop out off the train each time I attempt to alight at Gomak station in the mornings... ARgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally soft and shagged out by the time I reached my station and as I was waiting for my bus which took like forever to come, I was standing behind the seat at a bus stop with a guy sitting in front of me... Cute guy, red shirt, fit, tan, decent looking... Heh... As he was sitting with his back towards me and I was standing behind him, he whipped out his mobile and replied an sms with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"By the way, do you have condoms and lube?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... I dun look at people's sms purposely one ok... But but but... He was right in front of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was first stunned... Then I felt really tickled by it, but I can't laugh cause I was alone... Ha ha ha ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of controlling your laughter leading to holding of your breath and trying to act normal all at the same time... PiangzZzz!!! I guess the trip on the the public transport was worth it after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite me being half dead upon reaching home cause of all the standing plus balancing and agonising over the news that some crazy perv out there suggested removing the seats from the trains... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3815449291690061310?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3815449291690061310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3815449291690061310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3815449291690061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3815449291690061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-way-home-031208.html' title='On the way home -- 031208'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4387202502889553648</id><published>2008-12-02T15:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:02:42.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Singapore Flyer</title><content type='html'>On the evening dear dear and I signed our marriage cert, he had a surprise all planned out for me... A trip on the singapore flyer, Moët &amp;amp; Chandon Champagne Flight!!! =D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTkBQZTXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/peMr9sjZa64/s1600-h/SF01+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275091773789789650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTkBQZTXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/peMr9sjZa64/s400/SF01+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were escorted into the VIP room and given a mocktail before heading into a capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092621682830898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTkynCwbjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kTRn_aLqvoU/s400/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And since only the two of us took on the champagne flight package, only the two of us were in the VIP lounge... Hence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275094954268326258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTm6YmeeXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DVTDo-v1W3Q/s400/DSC00622.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;The ride was smooth and really very romantic due to the lights from the buildings around us and the champagne, strawberries and chocolates... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTpPdmmVOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ISlRx--pcF8/s1600-h/DSC00639+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275097515411526882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTpPdmmVOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ISlRx--pcF8/s400/DSC00639+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And to top it all off, at the end of the ride, our server, Singh, had a special gift from us at the cafe downstairs... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTqTip_qKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s07ZNucF4-8/s1600-h/DSC00673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275098684999051426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTqTip_qKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/s07ZNucF4-8/s400/DSC00673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly fun and fairytale-like experience on the Singapore Flyer... Great scenery, superb service and a memory to last for a lifetime... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4387202502889553648?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4387202502889553648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4387202502889553648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4387202502889553648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4387202502889553648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-flyer.html' title='Singapore Flyer'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/STTkBQZTXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/peMr9sjZa64/s72-c/SF01+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7210109629624104404</id><published>2008-11-19T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:36:11.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>An Almost Affectation...</title><content type='html'>You had me filled with thoughts that nothing could ever come between us...&lt;br /&gt;You had me screaming with silent cries at your intransigent selfishness...&lt;br /&gt;You had my soul adulterated the way you will never ever come to know...&lt;br /&gt;You had me driving with tears in my eyes wanting only the best for you...&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart barricaded by pertinaciously holding on to your return...&lt;br /&gt;You had all my calm moonlit rivers appear to only be there for drowning...&lt;br /&gt;You had me taste pain with a numb empty fear marked by indelible scars...&lt;br /&gt;You had me within the captivity of concupiscence to trade an obdurate void...&lt;br /&gt;You had me more than you will ever know... You had me once... You had...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7210109629624104404?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7210109629624104404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7210109629624104404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7210109629624104404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7210109629624104404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-affectation.html' title='An Almost Affectation...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2836182589115307054</id><published>2008-11-04T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:04:20.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Muffins I baked... \^-^/"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SRrumI_coiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hs3UnG42row/s1600-h/muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267785053179257378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SRrumI_coiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hs3UnG42row/s320/muffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been quite a while since I baked anything esp when I am busy with the wedding and all... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muffins on the left are the first batch I ever baked in my new Ariston oven Dear dear got just for me...Like as if I am some expert baker... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a success... And I am glad Dad liked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I brought a couple of them to office for breakfast, KT tot I had bought them... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow... It's how I see and know that others enjoy the muffins that makes all the effort making it worthwhile... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2836182589115307054?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2836182589115307054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2836182589115307054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2836182589115307054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2836182589115307054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/11/muffins-i-baked.html' title='Muffins I baked... \^-^/&quot;'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SRrumI_coiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hs3UnG42row/s72-c/muffins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1323298580623097942</id><published>2008-10-17T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:17:08.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Of roses and s*x ??</title><content type='html'>I have to admit... I have a soft spot for roses... Not dried ones but those fresh dark red ones that are half-bloomed with lots and lots of petals... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though totally illogical an act it is to get them, considering the limited number of days they actually last, I often find myself yearning to get my hands on one of them each time I walk pass a shop selling them, craving for a whiff of that distinct scent, the touch of it's petals and marvelling at the amazing way it's petals seems to intermingle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after getting them home and seeing them bloom, it soon dries and dies off and the attractiveness along with it and hence, disposed off... Yet, the cycle goes on when the craving strikes after a period of time for yet another addictive sweet-smelling stalk... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how sex seems to have the same impact on guys... They constantly think of it, loves to touch and ogles at anything that oozes the slightest hint of it... And after they got it, the urge dies off only to come back yet again after some time... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how it is with love too... A sudden rush of adrenaline... And then monotony... Heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1323298580623097942?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1323298580623097942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1323298580623097942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1323298580623097942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1323298580623097942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-roses-and-sx.html' title='Of roses and s*x ??'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3916514413784158175</id><published>2008-09-23T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:04:19.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Strings of Butterflies... =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SNfBYJIwkVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HaRaLU1EeFo/s1600-h/lei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248876511237280082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SNfBYJIwkVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HaRaLU1EeFo/s200/lei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture I happen to come across reminded me of my most recent company trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAhahahahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... BUtteRfLiEs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots and lots... In neon blue lightings in a dark sleazy set-up... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3916514413784158175?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3916514413784158175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3916514413784158175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3916514413784158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3916514413784158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/09/strings-of-butterflies-p.html' title='Strings of Butterflies... =P'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SNfBYJIwkVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HaRaLU1EeFo/s72-c/lei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6055117138278629835</id><published>2008-08-24T17:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:12:57.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Doris May Lessing</title><content type='html'>I came across this quote on the web while surfing aimlessly to keep my mind off somethings I am trying my best not to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“What’s terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don’t need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you’re capable of better.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Doris Lessing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to note that Doris May Lessing, was born on 22 October 1919, the same day as me... Different year though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is like totally relevant in the current point of time in my life... Oh no... I wonder what terrible is... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6055117138278629835?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6055117138278629835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6055117138278629835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6055117138278629835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6055117138278629835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/08/doris-may-lessing.html' title='Doris May Lessing'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8073401467135228957</id><published>2008-08-24T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:09:20.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five tips for a woman....</title><content type='html'>1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.&lt;br /&gt;5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this on from my cousin via a forwarded email and so... Heh... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8073401467135228957?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8073401467135228957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8073401467135228957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8073401467135228957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8073401467135228957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/08/five-tips-for-woman.html' title='Five tips for a woman....'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6610838572120799700</id><published>2008-08-20T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:29:03.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Aboard 151... Argh...</title><content type='html'>Went to SIM for dinner tonight... It was really nice going back to a place I had spent my last studying days... Went there with my boss and the intention to study sumthing... Anything... Ha ha... I miss writing essays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how so many of my colleagues had studied in SIM too... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I was taking the bus back, it suddenly jammed it's brakes and I ended up sitting on the lap of a guy in light blue tee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really embrassing... Ironic how he and I were the only ones laughing about it. The rest of the passengers were still straight-faced and serious, taking it all in like as if it was something really common...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It din help... I blushed really bad... I tot it was really funny but I really din dare to see how he looked like... Heh... I am a shy person kae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he let me have his seat after that incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home and re-telling the incident, my dad said, he should really have just given me the seat in the first place... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess and mum laughed without any sympathy for my unfortunate incident... But just as well... If the same thing happened to another person, I am sure I would have laughed out too... Ha ha ha... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6610838572120799700?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6610838572120799700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6610838572120799700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6610838572120799700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6610838572120799700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/08/aboard-151-argh.html' title='Aboard 151... Argh...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8962611080771398676</id><published>2008-08-18T23:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:59:24.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Mixed emotions...</title><content type='html'>It was one of those nights when I messaged him on msn cos I was wondering how he was doing... Not expecting any reply... But on that night, he was about to break up with his girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed a couple of blocks away from me... A girl I do not know... A junior of mine... An unwanted association...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he wanted to go down to her place... I din noe what to say... I just hoped he was ok... He kept asking me on how to make her feel less hurt... I kept wondering how to be a good enough friend to him and know the right words to say... Weird emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally left him at the bottom of her block when he went to check if she was home yet... I left without telling him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back alone wishing him to be like when we were young... When we can play soccer at a batminton court with an inflated empty packet drink... When he won't have to face all these stresses... When we were better friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8962611080771398676?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8962611080771398676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8962611080771398676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8962611080771398676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8962611080771398676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5955614089290977096</id><published>2008-08-12T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:07:30.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>I cried while waiting for the bus on my way home tonight... I am missing my baby so so much I can't seem to even describe how it feels... Tears kept falling but I didn't wanna stop thinking of him or missing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I was thinking I must be the luckiest girl alive to have a God who loves me, a terrific boss, and the best husband in the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just another ordinary girl but I have more than anyone can ever ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay boy was msn-ing me and he asked me how was my first night alone... And I realised, I do accept the fact that my baby has to go overseas every now and then but I can't seem to conquer the missing him portion of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I do wanna miss him like this forever each time we are apart... For the rest of our lives... For the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is about smiling to yourself while thinking about your special someone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5955614089290977096?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5955614089290977096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5955614089290977096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5955614089290977096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5955614089290977096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5738527946391636909</id><published>2008-08-01T11:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:31:45.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Sega Mega Drive : Bare Knuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/BareKnuckle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 302px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/BareKnuckle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This used to be one of my favourite games together with others like Altered Beast and Golden Axe... =P Those &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; the days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how my bro and I will wake up every morning during the school holidays to play this from one stage to another conquering all the different stages boss and getting to the final stage time and time again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played well... We were good partners, we accomodated each others weakness and played fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were childhood days where liars were shunned and despised, where we were taught to play fair, where as long as you put in the best effort you will get results for your own glory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having my bro as my playmate... Where everyday I can wake up knowing I have got someone whom I can have lots of pure innocent fun and laughter with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5738527946391636909?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5738527946391636909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5738527946391636909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5738527946391636909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5738527946391636909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/08/sega-mega-drive.html' title='Sega Mega Drive : Bare Knuckle'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-9212117095031470425</id><published>2008-07-31T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:20:01.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>絶対彼氏 - Absolute Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title (romaji):&lt;/strong&gt; Zettai Kareshi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; Robot maker, Kronos Heaven, finally develops "Night Tenjo", the perfect male humanoid programmed to be devoted and completely loyal to his lover. The company chooses temp worker Izawa Riko to take part in a 5-day free trial. At first, Riko only sees Night as a household appliance. But when she finds out how deep Night's devotion to herself is, Riko finds herself falling in love with him. Joining the love triangle is Asamoto Soshi, a distinguished young executive at her company who has feelings for her. --Fuji TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch a few episodes of this recently and I cried... Somehow, the "perfect lover robot" in the show reminded me a lot of Henry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things he did for me, the way he always tells me he loves me no matter how I treated him or what I did or how harsh I was when I was tired or angry, all my mood swings and how he travels to my house to study when exams were nearing and copying all my soci notes for me... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow... I felt really really bad... It's been a long long time since I cried so hard... I wonder how is he sometimes... I seriously hope he is happy... He deserves to be... One thing for sure, the girl he is with now is one lucky girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-9212117095031470425?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/9212117095031470425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=9212117095031470425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/9212117095031470425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/9212117095031470425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/07/absolute-boyfriend.html' title='絶対彼氏 - Absolute Boyfriend'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4703043344086465262</id><published>2008-07-30T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:07:20.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>3 little red roses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SJArXI1BX5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-5Es8XphRdA/s1600-h/P290708_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228726843884003218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SJArXI1BX5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-5Es8XphRdA/s200/P290708_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday at 7.45pm,  my SM was kind enough to give me a lift from office down to town and dear dear agreed to pick me up from Centre Point... I was really glad as I had left the office tired with a nagging migraine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon turning into CP's basement car park, I saw dear dear’s car and after I got on, he reached to the back seat and gave me a small bouquet of roses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was close to tears just as my SM was walking pass...  I still remember her passing comments... "Oooh flowers... Yes Luwen, I know you are very lucky..." =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am… I am the luckiest girl alive because of him…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4703043344086465262?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4703043344086465262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4703043344086465262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4703043344086465262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4703043344086465262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-little-red-roses.html' title='3 little red roses...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SJArXI1BX5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-5Es8XphRdA/s72-c/P290708_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4173483092557135794</id><published>2008-07-15T15:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:54:05.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A glimpse of Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223146025612385442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SHxXowqenKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hZGKdzV-HAU/s320/DSC1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends." 1 Corinthians 13:7-8a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I ask him why and the answer is "...because I love you." I feel like the luckiest girl alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe it can only be by the grace of God that he is now in my life. Each time I look at him and smile to myself, I say a simple pray of thanks for placing him in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be lucky enough to ever have someone whom I love, love me just as much or even more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4173483092557135794?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4173483092557135794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4173483092557135794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4173483092557135794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4173483092557135794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/07/glimpse-of-heaven.html' title='A glimpse of Heaven...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SHxXowqenKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hZGKdzV-HAU/s72-c/DSC1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5027749478549735325</id><published>2008-07-04T10:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:46:16.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Shadowed smiles...</title><content type='html'>No doubt the feelings of being dispensable and replaceable sucks big time... Then again, for me... It's the feeling of others telling me that they are dispensable and replaceable in my life that sucks the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously hurt, wounded and cut up deeply on the inside yet again,&lt;br /&gt;hiding my scars while showing off a sweet lovely smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;fearing to wake in the mornings to face the same familiar new day,&lt;br /&gt;rushing without knowing to handle new battles raging all around...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5027749478549735325?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5027749478549735325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5027749478549735325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5027749478549735325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5027749478549735325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/07/shadowed-smiles.html' title='Shadowed smiles...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3732523700982230730</id><published>2008-06-30T16:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:51:35.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>010707</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SGifRUonoCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aHp9Rn_MX8w/s1600-h/rabAh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217595288254390306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SGifRUonoCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aHp9Rn_MX8w/s200/rabAh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is exactly how I am feeling right now... Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the 1st of July... The official day dear dear and I got together online and I haven't decided what to do or what to get him yet... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about our relationship never fails to make me smile and then burst out laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fact, we had planned to get registered on the 29th of Feb as this year would be a leap year!! An agreement to spend the rest of your life together even before meeting... Ha ha... How romantic is that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can never forget how it felt like the first time we actually met and how the anticipation almost killed me... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;老公，&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉我们也认识了对方一年了。在这一年里，虽然不能天天见面在一起，但能和你相遇相爱和相知以是我今生最大的幸福。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;3&lt;3&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;永远爱着你的老婆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3732523700982230730?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3732523700982230730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3732523700982230730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3732523700982230730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3732523700982230730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/010707.html' title='010707'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SGifRUonoCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aHp9Rn_MX8w/s72-c/rabAh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4553057141089599632</id><published>2008-06-23T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:04:25.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Drizzling Sunday...</title><content type='html'>Sunday started with drizzles all the way till late noon and there is nutting more irritating then having to carry an umbrella as an extra load to my bag though dear dear was holding on to both my bag and the umbrella most of the time... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carrying the brolly from the car to church then back to the car and then once again, from the car to the Dim Sum restaurant &lt;em&gt;(sidetrack note: the dim sum at 幸福饮茶 is really yummy)&lt;/em&gt; then back to the car again all because I was afraid the silly irritating drizzle might jus grow into a huge horrifying storm any minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was getting into the car for the last time, the following conversation took place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Argh!! I hate drizzles, in fact I hate rain, gotta carry the umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;plus my bag... Argh... Imagine if got kids next time, gotta carry the baby,&lt;br /&gt;plus the pram, plus the bag of milk and diapers and my own bag!!! Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dad (sitting at back of car): Yah yah... and it doesn't rain when you're&lt;br /&gt;young... P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lus you were really fat and heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear dear: Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am sooo looking forward to having a kid of my own... Somehow, everything seems great so long as I've got dear dear by my side... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4553057141089599632?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4553057141089599632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4553057141089599632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4553057141089599632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4553057141089599632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/drizzling-sunday.html' title='Drizzling Sunday...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1159804515577798483</id><published>2008-06-18T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:02:25.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><title type='text'>Hurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFjdGOW2rjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OWUNkahiep0/s1600-h/hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213159667684257330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFjdGOW2rjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OWUNkahiep0/s400/hurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFjcGmzmWDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/akAbESektYM/s1600-h/hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFjaj0UnjOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2YRUpnmnSMQ/s1600-h/hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/20577144-1159804515577798483?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1159804515577798483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1159804515577798483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1159804515577798483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1159804515577798483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/hurt.html' title='Hurt...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFjdGOW2rjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OWUNkahiep0/s72-c/hurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1475874476986030301</id><published>2008-06-17T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:37:19.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz: What type of boyfriend suits you?</title><content type='html'>It's been like eons ago since I took one of these online quiz thingys... Apart from facebook tat is... Ha ha... The results were shocking... Heh... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nerdy boyfriend will always look cute in those glasses. The love&lt;br /&gt;he has for you is true. He will always know the answer to everything -- quite&lt;br /&gt;literally. I'm sure you will do awesome on your SATs :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3328 other people got this result! That's 12% &lt;a class="button" style="WIDTH: 150px; LINE-HEIGHT: 23px" href="http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes" jquery1213691546937="15"&gt;Take another quiz!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seriously reminds me of the guy in Mariah Carey's Touch My Body MTV... Ha ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1475874476986030301?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1475874476986030301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1475874476986030301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1475874476986030301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1475874476986030301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-what-type-of-boyfriend-suits-you.html' title='Quiz: What type of boyfriend suits you?'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-128212308375748841</id><published>2008-06-16T17:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:34:26.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>PC Show 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFYviIjy2XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iSjAOp0imcQ/s1600-h/dear02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212405882187602290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFYviIjy2XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iSjAOp0imcQ/s320/dear02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear dear and I went to this year's PC show at SunTec on Saturday evening after his NDP practice supposedly to get myself a new printer which can print photos and scan in random cute pictures that I have drawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Heh... As we were heading to the 3rd booth that sells those printers, there was this announcement about an offer on a Pionner Plasma TV... We both stopped, turned left to look at the salesman and before we knew it, ended up being proud owners of a &lt;strong&gt;Pioneer PDP-428XD 42" Kuro Plasma TV&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heh... Talk about complusive buying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did like shopping much but I simply enjoy this buying and shopping phrase with my boy cos he actually bothers to chose clothing and shoes with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When buying my wedding shoes, the other ladies in the shop even commented to the salesgirl on how sweet he was to go around chosing and taking shoes for me to try... Hee hee... The salesgirl was totally envious... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another one little thing that makes me totally look forward to spending the rest of my life with him... Though he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; rather clumsy at times and is always stepping on my flip flops whenever I wear them... Heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-128212308375748841?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/128212308375748841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=128212308375748841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/128212308375748841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/128212308375748841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/pc-show-2008.html' title='PC Show 2008'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SFYviIjy2XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iSjAOp0imcQ/s72-c/dear02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8463039490126607239</id><published>2008-06-16T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:32:01.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Kung fu Panda!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215005071580029714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SF9re3ljYxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rzgQ3Bq1TT4/s320/pofunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dear dear brought me to watch a movie on Sunday after service at AMKMC on Fathers' Day... Kung Fu Panda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic on the left is dear dear's favourite scene in the movie... It is when Tigress was telling the childhood story of Tai Lung in a super serious tone and mood, when Po suddenly pulls a super hilarious monkey face... End up it was cause Mantis acupunctured Po on the wrong nerve... Haha... Dear dear was laughing so loud... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really enjoyed the movie alot and it was this that made me enjoy the movie even more... He's really like a kid sometimes and it never fails to amuse me... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8463039490126607239?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8463039490126607239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8463039490126607239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8463039490126607239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8463039490126607239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung fu Panda!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SF9re3ljYxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rzgQ3Bq1TT4/s72-c/pofunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4598880632794071435</id><published>2008-06-09T10:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:12:52.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Baby Booties??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SEyXzOHtGAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3JD3ujzrTwY/s1600-h/booties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209705775180355586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SEyXzOHtGAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3JD3ujzrTwY/s320/booties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pair of booties was bought by Dear dear for me as he was waiting for me at Marina Square doing pedicure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really really sweet gesture as he noes I like Hello Kitty and it's nice to know he really is keenly looking forward to our marriage and future together... That silly little boy of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo many things has been going on lately, wedding plans, photo-taking, period of separations due to job needs, chosing and buying of clothes, shoes, church, renovations, pre-martial courses, getting to know each other and our family, our job stress and the severe lack of rest and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hectic but looking at all these from another angle, despite all the stress and tireness, we are still very much in love with each other and are looking forward to being together though we have seen the ugly side of things and of each other... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is this fact that really matters to me... It is nice to know that even though it hasn't even been a year since we know each other, all these has not served to deter us from being together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4598880632794071435?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4598880632794071435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4598880632794071435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4598880632794071435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4598880632794071435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-booties.html' title='Baby Booties??'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SEyXzOHtGAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3JD3ujzrTwY/s72-c/booties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5938457497102373337</id><published>2008-05-27T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:05:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Pets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDu_jVecGBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MEQPT6c0H0I/s1600-h/CrysNmarimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204964408137881618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDu_jVecGBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MEQPT6c0H0I/s320/CrysNmarimo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My boss drove my colleague and I out to Clementi for lunch today... Botak Jones!! Heh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to the fish shop nearby as he wanted to go get some sea salt for his bro and there, I was cajoled into buying a mini tank, a Marimo (Japanese: 毬藻) and 2 crystal reds shrimps!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soooo excited!! They are sooo cute... Swimming here and there... I hope their genders are different... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDvORVecGCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/03T342ah2g8/s1600-h/kaos-pika03.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204980591574652962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDvORVecGCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/03T342ah2g8/s200/kaos-pika03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly, I realised that one of the reds has lost it's hands... I dunno how it happened... But I hope it is still able to eat... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5938457497102373337?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5938457497102373337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5938457497102373337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5938457497102373337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5938457497102373337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/05/office-pets.html' title='Office Pets!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDu_jVecGBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MEQPT6c0H0I/s72-c/CrysNmarimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2374181884003209034</id><published>2008-05-22T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:37:35.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man Utd'/><title type='text'>EPL and now the EURO!! Glory Glory Man Utd!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTjq1ecF7I/AAAAAAAAADE/COk1ElAHwnw/s1600-h/Euro08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203033794568525746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTjq1ecF7I/AAAAAAAAADE/COk1ElAHwnw/s320/Euro08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early this morning, dear dear woke me up to catch the finals of the European Cup and I am so glad he did... =D Truly heart-stopping penalty shoot-outs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first miss was by Ronaldo... The commendator was like sibei the tamade one lor... Keep saying how he missed this shot that shot and all... Not suay also will let him say until suay one wat... That's why Ronaldo will miss la... Humph!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was followed by a series of scores then came John Terry's turn, the so called deciding shot of the match... The Chelsea players all looked sibei cocky la!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Van der Sar dove to the left side and the ball flew to right side my heart skipped at least 2 beats can... Dang!! I tot that was it a humiliating end!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe the ball actually hit the post la... Hengz man!! Ha ha... =p It's not the end, still got hope! Neh ni neh ni bu bu!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTlGVecF8I/AAAAAAAAADM/-eJj2W_u4ho/s1600-h/neenerneener.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203035366526556098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTlGVecF8I/AAAAAAAAADM/-eJj2W_u4ho/s200/neenerneener.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then followed by the "Russian roulette", the sudden death!! Anderson the baby-face and Giggs was damn cool, but Van der Sar was THE man!! Heh heh... Dramatic save!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently half dazed at work but it was all sooo worth it... I am sooo happy I managed to catch it LIVE and more so, to have watch it all at home beside my darling boy!! ~&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/20577144-2374181884003209034?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2374181884003209034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2374181884003209034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2374181884003209034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2374181884003209034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/05/glory-glory-man-utd.html' title='EPL and now the EURO!! Glory Glory Man Utd!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTjq1ecF7I/AAAAAAAAADE/COk1ElAHwnw/s72-c/Euro08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8626622221720073834</id><published>2008-05-15T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:54:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMC aftermath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTuTVecF9I/AAAAAAAAADU/pWQSGO3hEKg/s1600-h/angelstar-kaos058.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203045485469505490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTuTVecF9I/AAAAAAAAADU/pWQSGO3hEKg/s200/angelstar-kaos058.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After going through 2 days of intense PMC (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-martial Counselling) sessions... It is amazing that Dear dear and I are still gonna carry on and look forward to getting married... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really important thing to note for any couple who is considering to go for PMC is to check out the counsellor!! Get one who is seriously objective and decent for a proper and truely helpful session and do note, EQ too is helluva important!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed of myself but I can't help from feeling that somehow mine has a really deranged childhood... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one phrase that really caught my attention was how for the first year of marriage (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a seriously pessimistic timeline I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), Love is a chemistry that comes automatically and easily but after that, it becomes something hard which requires lots of effort to work on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I dunno about the accuracy of the one year deadline, and neither do I believe about Love just disappearing... But one thing I notice is how when a person gets too comfortable with something or someone, they tend to relax and take things around them for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, on my part, I am gonna make a special effort right now before our chemistry evaporates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna be really really nice, sweet and lovey dovey to Dear dear for the next 30 days... =P (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FYI, 30 days is the number of days needed to cultivate a habit... See, read my blog and LEARN new things... Heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Thing is, I foresee Dear dear freaking out big time... Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current MSN nick: For ours is a marriage brought about by Love alone... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8626622221720073834?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8626622221720073834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8626622221720073834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8626622221720073834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8626622221720073834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/05/pmc-aftermath.html' title='PMC aftermath...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SDTuTVecF9I/AAAAAAAAADU/pWQSGO3hEKg/s72-c/angelstar-kaos058.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2241758713754561446</id><published>2008-05-14T09:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:08:53.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perverts'/><title type='text'>Hundreds strip naked in Vienna for artist Tunick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SCpMnT-CrXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hUvBdfcFE9I/s1600-h/spencertunicksite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052958011764082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SCpMnT-CrXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hUvBdfcFE9I/s320/spencertunicksite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1800 people, both men and women, stripped naked for Spencer Tunick at a Vienna stadium that will host the Euro 2008 soccer final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I wonder... If the same thing is hosted in Singapore, will anyone actually participate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truely weird... Laws around the world are there to protect against molest and rape but people are just throwing themselves out there to "test water"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF... Just say IF there was a molester or a rapist amongst those people... What will the women do or say?? Will there be any use?? Or is it sumting to be expected of??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a fair share of perverts in my life... Twice on the MRT and once at a crowded roadside stall, the first MRT incident was when I was about 16, where a guy in working attire was masturbating right in front of me with his bag in front covering the act, he alighted right after I found out what he was doing... I was just stunned... Dunno what to say... #&amp;amp;@# pathetic loser!!! Amazingly, the rest of the pple on the train just minded their own business and din notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second MRT incident which happened late last year was by this pathetic molester who groped my ass covered by the fact that it was crowded... He did it a couple of times even after the train was less crowded hence I knew it was no accident... I decided to alight at the next stop and noticed that he followed so I re-entered the same train at another door... Heh heh... That loser just stood at the platform looking like the Ediot he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third incident was at one of those road side stalls and the pervert was one of those foreign workers... He "Poked" me from behind and I could feel the bloody thing and when I turned around, his pants was wet... ARGH!!! Good thing he ran fast through the crowds cos I was with my parents and if they can help me hold him down I will really punch the daylights out of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post sucks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2241758713754561446?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2241758713754561446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2241758713754561446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2241758713754561446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2241758713754561446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/05/hundreds-strip-naked-in-vienna-for.html' title='Hundreds strip naked in Vienna for artist Tunick...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/SCpMnT-CrXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hUvBdfcFE9I/s72-c/spencertunicksite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2213890797518845702</id><published>2008-05-11T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:34:29.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biatch @ TTSH</title><content type='html'>Mothers' Day 2008, a call early in the morning on Dear dear's mobile informed us that his Mum was found unconscious early in the morning in the kitchen... We were over at his house in 10 minutes flat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum was already fine by the time we were there but we decided to send her to A&amp;amp;E jus to check if there was anything wrong since his sis had an appointment there too due to some GP-unknown viral attack aka "serious flu"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached before 8.30am, a good thing cos there wasn't any queue at all, and hardly many patients around... It was there where I met the Tan Tock Seng Hospital Biatch!!! Skinny and tan-coloured with short stringy hair with an ID photo that does not look like her at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an evil doctor who talks loud, is farking sarcastic and has no ethics... I was with Dear dear's sister and I was asking the Biatch how is it there are rashes all over her faces and all when she just totally ignored me and asked his sister if I was attention-asking and tryin to get attention away from her!! FARKING HELL!!! THERE IS A REASON WHY THEY ALLOW SOMEONE TO ACCOMPANY THE PATIENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn pissed so I stood further away and just watched Dr. Biatch draw blood for testing... Then she had the faking attitude to ask Dear dear's sis "Is there something wrong with your friend that she can't sit down?" At tat moment I felt really sorry for Dr. Biatch... Her husband probably slapped her the night before for looking so ugly and frightening him that's why she is so damn irritated and pissed early in the morning... Disgusted... I turned away thinking TTSH doctors are damn farked up kind!! I was totally disgusted by the service provided by the doctors of TTSH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I was with Dear dear's mum, the doctor with her was really nice and kind... Which was So the conclusion is that Biatch is a black sheep!! I was about to smile at the tot that majority of doctors are still nice and professional when I heard the super irritating screeech of the Biatch voice... "Doesn't mean I am a doctor I know everything ok... Stop asking me questions!!" I turned around and saw the Biatch with another patient who is this old old lady on a wheelchair pushed by her son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the Biatch walked away with some papers... I then turned and saw the son talking to his mum and slowly pushed her away barely 30 cm when the Biatch scrreeched again... "Why you push her away? I got say you can push her away? Wait I can't find her how? Who is going to be responsible??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point in time... I told myself if she was the last doctor on earth and I had to be treated I'd rather suffer and die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2213890797518845702?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2213890797518845702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2213890797518845702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2213890797518845702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2213890797518845702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/05/biatch-ttsh.html' title='Biatch @ TTSH'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2711697143900151759</id><published>2008-04-30T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:14:10.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude!!</title><content type='html'>Had an informal get-together dinner with my HICS colleagues at Modestos (Elizabeth Hotel) yesterday... It was nice to meet them again... I do honestly miss them all... Met Kobayashi-san for the first time last night, he was a nice and fun guy with an australian accent for his english, a taiwanese accent for his chinese coupled with singapore's very own "lahs" and "ahs" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, as I was heading home, a reflection on how I have changed work-wise after just ONE month is seriously disappointing me lots... I am slowly beginning to lose focus on things around me... I guess I am just tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to work is finally starting to get on my nerves with all the sick-smelling arses to hoo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ligans&lt;/span&gt; who doesn't let you out at your station when you've reached... And my current workplace is really not at all what I had expected... It's like some scary chinese warlord movie complete with their very own Emperor and Generals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of it all, I do seriously need to pick myself up and get on with it... Run the run, fight the fight, be self-motivated and complete with pride whatever is thrown my way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna be a worker I myself will want so much to hire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna be a motivator at my workplace through my actions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna be eager to do a job regardless of it's magnitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna be able to work with a smile and a positive attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna be able to be proud of all my completed tasks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yup!! I wanna be focused and do my job well, One thing that Kobayashi-san mentioned is really quite true, "Just think of the amount of changes that can be made!!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on... My msn nicks ain't gonna be stuck at the following no more... Heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Work experience is knowing that things taught in school are useless..."&lt;br /&gt;"Being educated is having the ability to listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feedback&lt;/span&gt; without losing your temper or self-esteem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2711697143900151759?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2711697143900151759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2711697143900151759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2711697143900151759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2711697143900151759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/attitude.html' title='Attitude!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6245108571525937366</id><published>2008-04-15T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:32:55.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Practical DAY 1....</title><content type='html'>It started raining at 5.30pm... Of all days, the first day I get on a bike by myself and it has to be rainy... That KL was gloating about it all the way after it started getting dark during tea time... Heh... Irritant!! Fat ass!! Ha ha... (His new nick since his pants had a tear today... Ha ha ha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started hectic... As usual I was late... Can't understand why at all... I rush like mad after work to get changed, ran here n there like a headless chicken and still late... &lt;a href="mailto:#%@#%"&gt;#%@#%&lt;/a&gt;#!!! Upon arriving, everyone was scrambling for the raincoats which I was totally reluctant to put on but then again... Anything is better than being totally drenched... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on the bike was the hardest part, not the moving off, cos the bike was much much heavier than I tot... And the tot of it falling on me when I am about to get on is simply NOT attractive at all... I gotta maintain my image can... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only girl in my group which consisted of a malay boy n a Cheena man... By the time they were riding round the small compound, I was still banging the tires cause I was late... Irritating... And I heard I was the only one who has never ride a bike before!! Damn!! Cheaters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, only I had my own helmet... And unfortunately, only the bike I used fell... Technically only the bike cause I jumped off that heavy piece of dark blue machine after it seemed to slowly lean to the right... Heh... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though tiring, it was totally worth it... It was great fun... Felt like the time I was still a little girl and was playing with one of those kiddy bikes which had only an accelerater... Hee hee... Only thing was that my parents weren't around the corner to wave at me when I passed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For now... I really like the part when I get to be on the move, the cornering is damn fun... But I seriously gotta work on my limbs co-ordination... Heh... I can't wait for my next practical... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all... I worked hard today during work and had great fun after... Though tired... I am happy... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6245108571525937366?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6245108571525937366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6245108571525937366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6245108571525937366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6245108571525937366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/bike-practical-day-1.html' title='Bike Practical DAY 1....'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3159368164670908924</id><published>2008-04-13T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:00:42.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life'/><title type='text'>Numbness...</title><content type='html'>One thing that sucks about being alive is emotions... I once asked myself... If I had a choice... Would I give up having emotions?? Giving up the feeling of being happy and of being in love just so I can protect myself from ever feeling hurt and waking up in the middle of the night crying very very badly even though I am not stressed or upset by anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to myself was "YES" I would... But then... It was just a fantasy... Things do not work that way in real life... The only way to not get upset is to live in denial, or numbing yourself to all emotions... I hate emotions... The very thing I am brought up by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt... The one thing about being numb is that after a while, it starts to hurt... And the irony lies in that you know you are hurting very badly but you can't feel it... Thus you try to make yourself feel again... And the easiest way is not reading a comic book... It's to feel pain... "and so... you bleed just to know you're alive..." And scars never fades... No matter how faint, is always there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many fragile years spent seeking for simple approval... If grades were good, the paper must haf been easy... If there were any changes, it was for the worse only... And friends were all either bad influences or had only befriended me with motives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... It was all these that made me disgusted by my past... Thing is... I never grew out of it... I am still trying to please... To get that love that comes soo easily in the lives of the others around me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3159368164670908924?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3159368164670908924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3159368164670908924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3159368164670908924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3159368164670908924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/numbness.html' title='Numbness...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3939286770931843914</id><published>2008-04-12T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:46:33.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week to go... =D</title><content type='html'>Exactly one week from today my dear baby boy Caleb will be back from Australia and right back into my arms... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;... But I really do miss him though... Wonder how long it'll take for me to get used to him being constantly away from home... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks really... This empty sick feeling of being alone to handle stuffs with no one to discuss with... Though there is an upside as it sure does make me feel all grown up and I am really glad I found someone who trusts me in everything I do and doesn't question every decision I make... ~&lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is great... Apart from the distance... I am kept more than occupied so as not to constantly harp on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deardear&lt;/span&gt; to give more and more attention to me... &lt;em&gt;Only worried I won't have the time and energy for him when he is back though...&lt;/em&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is great and I got 2 buddies CO and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;, in my department whom I really gotta thank God for... They make me look forward to going to work just like when I was going to school and I have got my group to hang out with... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one thing that is bothering me is... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I have got more than a fair share of friends avoiding me after I have officially declared myself taken and engaged to the love of my life, expected really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I din't cater myself for are those that chose to live in denial and are still trying to get me... ARghhh.... Sucks... I dun like the feeling of being the one who makes someone upset but I am not really known for my patience either... In my defence I have been telling him to back off nicely le kae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages are ignored, deleted, frowned upon and then... He still got the guts to ask why I ignore his smses and why I dun reply him on msn... ARGHHhhhhh!!! I am afraid one day I am just gonna blast his head off and knock his head to make him wake up his idea... Hmm.... I do seriously need to work on loving irritants more... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me... My boy is coming back le... =P I can barely wait... La la la la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3939286770931843914?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3939286770931843914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3939286770931843914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3939286770931843914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3939286770931843914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-flow-of-temptations-anyone.html' title='One week to go... =D'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3497646752330021403</id><published>2008-04-09T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:32:51.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of a...Customer Slave??</title><content type='html'>Today... I act smart... Knn... Only have myself to blame... I volunteered to subject myself to a 45 min detachment to the Customer Service Dept... Heh... A total HELL I tell you... Customers of all colours, shapes, sizes and smell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din know what was what, I din have any knowledge watsoever about how the booking of dates for the theory or practical or evaluation and so forth so forth mambo jumbos was about... It was crazy... I almost hyper-ventilated, went into shock and died... And then I saw him... Walking straight towards me, in a black jacket, jeans and a Crumpler bag... He smiled... I melted... Awww... Nathaniel Ho... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R_ubhC-wuEI/AAAAAAAAACc/syDJP7-bukc/s1600-h/natHo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186910387885357122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R_ubhC-wuEI/AAAAAAAAACc/syDJP7-bukc/s200/natHo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo cUtE one... Somemore smile at me... Eeeeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;Heh... Too bad... He is younger than me... And going for guys even a second younger than me is a total No-no... Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old now... Yup, definitely... Yesterday, while on 53, there was this 3 RI school boys... One of them kept looking my way and as I was alighting at the same stop as him, he was being jeered at by his friends and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things ran thru my mind... One, feel flattered that I am being noticed by a guy 10 years my junior... Two, get pissed off by the attraction as it's like Duh!!! Gross!!! I can like be his mum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go with option 2 lest I see myself turning into one of those desperate housewives type... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this travelling up and down to and from work is wearing me out... I am overdozed on caffaine and totally worn out by the time I step into my main door... My 6th day at work... =S!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3497646752330021403?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3497646752330021403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3497646752330021403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3497646752330021403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3497646752330021403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-in-life-of-acustomer-slave.html' title='A day in the life of a...Customer Slave??'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R_ubhC-wuEI/AAAAAAAAACc/syDJP7-bukc/s72-c/natHo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7206313583044812950</id><published>2008-04-07T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:39:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT Suicide AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I left my house at 7am only to reach office at 9.20am... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KNN&lt;/span&gt;... All because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; service being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disrupted&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Choa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt; due to yet another guy dying on the tracks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;!!! Wanna die also dun irritate the whole world what right?!! Can't they just jump from the building or eat sleeping pills or something? I mean the first guy that did it was innovative and famous and all but after so many... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ARgh&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Copycats... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed!!! I am irritated... But at least I know Singaporeans aren't as unfriendly or as unhelpful as everyone else says... There was a guy that I approached who told me where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SMRT&lt;/span&gt; buses were heading... And after the train service was back in operation, he actually took the effort to find me and inform me about it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are the irritants?? Those "foreign talents"!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;... They push, they shove, and they smell... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ArgHhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7206313583044812950?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7206313583044812950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7206313583044812950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7206313583044812950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7206313583044812950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/mrt-suicide-again.html' title='MRT Suicide AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7314850588032771397</id><published>2008-04-05T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:05:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Fool Day... My first day... =P</title><content type='html'>I have jus completed my first week of work at my new workplace... The place was much much much better than I expected it to be... I got fun-loving, nice, friendly and really interesting colleagues in my department that really makes me look forward to being at work regardless of the 1.5 hours I take to travel there... HEh... And I get to msn... La la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't that bad really, I stay the furthest but there are pple staying in AMK too... So if they are working fine, why should I complain I am tired?? I will get used to it... Yup!! Determination!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day at lunch, I was having lunch with my colleagues and my manager was sitting opp me... And as they were talking I was asking myself, "Why doesn't he have an english name? A dialect name is ok too la... But english name easier to remember mah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking at him and I tot... "Hmm... He looks like a Lyon... Yup, if he needs an english name it's definitely gotta be it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo n Behold!!! After lunch, back in office, I heard someone calling "Lyon, Lyon" and he answered... Damn!!! Shocking!! But I am GOOD!!! Ha ha ha... But his name is spelt Leon though... =P I am soo proud... Ha ha ha ha... 自High!! Peter said I was just lucky but hey, there's gotta be some skills involved right?! After all... I did name 2 children le!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... Yesterdae during CG, Freaking Hell... Mervyn was annoucing to everyone he found my blog, this blog, this one you are reading now!!! Luckily my heart is strong, I din't faint... But it was all ready to leap out onto the table though... Heh... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onli tot goin thru my head was... "Quick, recall!!! Did I blog anything I shuldn't?? What if they read n now noe the real me?? How how?? What if.... -_-'''" Hmm... Too late le la... Heh... Heck!! Ha ha ha..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7314850588032771397?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7314850588032771397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7314850588032771397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7314850588032771397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7314850588032771397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprils-fool-day-my-first-day-p.html' title='April&apos;s Fool Day... My first day... =P'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4689572649264381648</id><published>2008-03-28T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:51:06.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at HICS...</title><content type='html'>'Twas weird to find everything just the same as it is as I stepped into office today... I mean today's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST &lt;/span&gt;day we will be working here!!! Heh... Well... Life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there are some guys here to move the office plants away... They were apparently rented!! Imagine!! I always tot they were solely around just to take up space and when voiced, DT felt it was snatchin oxygen with him... Duh!?! Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I regret is that I did not really have sufficient bonds with my colleagues here... Half the time I am over at the vendors side or with the cars or staring at the logs... Lunch was either skipped or had with again, my vendors or the operation side peeps... I missed out on alot of happenings and gossips back in the office!!! Humph! Plus all the extra outings outside of office hours... =( Nehmind... Next company will haf chance one! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite excited really... Hee hee... I am so gonna get myself a group of close gfs there!! Ha ha ha... That's what I have been telling myself every time I get a chance to step into a new environment starting from my first day at S'pore Poly... So far I have not succeeded... But then I won't fail till I give up right? So yah... Another place, another chance!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4689572649264381648?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4689572649264381648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4689572649264381648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4689572649264381648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4689572649264381648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-at-hics.html' title='Last day at HICS...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3040323160216270901</id><published>2008-03-25T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:45:49.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Back home le...</title><content type='html'>I am back in Singapore after 10 days of being in Australia... Back to work on my company's last day of operation... Sigh... I am missing my colleagues and my desk already... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I made a new girl friend, Michelle, while on the plane back home... A tawianese who migrated to Australia when she was 12... She was sitting at the window n I was placed beside her... She's the same age as me and her bf's birthday is the same day as mine... Cool or whart!! Heh... She's really smart... Taking her PHD... And she's rather pretty too... Sigh... I wish I too was as smart... =P We exchanged msn but she isn't online yet... I guess she's busy in France with her conference going on plus being new there n all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weekend spent at Mooloolaba was really great... Hee... It's most prob cos I was stuck to dear dear most of the time... I really do miss him lots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really sweet and all the whole time, taking care of everything, buying me whatever I want... =P Compared to all his colleagues there who are married, I am confident and really damn haolianz to say that I got the best hubby anyone can ever have... ~&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3040323160216270901?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3040323160216270901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3040323160216270901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3040323160216270901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3040323160216270901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-home-le.html' title='Back home le...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6608818848947085765</id><published>2008-03-19T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:58:48.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastgate Motel... Day03</title><content type='html'>Today I am finally getting used to being home alone... Heh... Dear dear and me cooked a large salad bowl full of bee hoon for him to bring to squadron and share with his friends since his roomie, Julian was complaining about the food sold there... Poor guy came back and cooked 2 packets of maggi mee... Ha ha... Lucky Dear dear tabao-ed lunch yesterday... Aww.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here is great... I am feeling totally relaxed and ready to face my new stint at BBDC... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really happy to have Dear dear in my life... He is the best!! Grocery shopping, cooking and sleeping together is just GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R-C4t32bbfI/AAAAAAAAACU/1G_piA1ZUA8/s1600-h/room32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179342669701934578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R-C4t32bbfI/AAAAAAAAACU/1G_piA1ZUA8/s200/room32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you are wondering about the sleeping part... Heh... I attached a snapshot of my room taken on my bed here... Muah hah hah hah hah... Talk about privacy!! I can't even keep my suitcase open... Ha ha ha ha... I love it here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends stays a few blocks away and we can visit each other just less than a minute walk away... I especially like the idea of cooking and having people actually eating and liking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought... Maybe I just love it so much cause it really feels like I already married to my dear cute lovable Caleb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6608818848947085765?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6608818848947085765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6608818848947085765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6608818848947085765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6608818848947085765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/eastgate-motel-day03.html' title='Eastgate Motel... Day03'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R-C4t32bbfI/AAAAAAAAACU/1G_piA1ZUA8/s72-c/room32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1178942152508187663</id><published>2008-03-18T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:08:55.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastgate Motel... Day02</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R9-Tw32bbeI/AAAAAAAAACM/FcmRyqat9GE/s1600-h/Eastgate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179020564334603746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R9-Tw32bbeI/AAAAAAAAACM/FcmRyqat9GE/s200/Eastgate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok... Dear dear left for work le... Alone in no.32 again... Today I cooked Stewed pork BeeHoon for lunch... Julian said it was nice and Dear dear tabao-ed the rest of it to work... =) Enuff compliments from the fact that there's no left-overs... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I din even get back after collecting the Dominos pizza... Went to the LJ's room to eat then Nick brought me over to Shek's room to be with Shek's wife and daughter for the day... Carine then brought me over to pick Tung's wife Catherine and we headed over to Grand Central for Latte and a Chocolate Mud Cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending all the time in the cafe tryin to feed Baby LeAnn her beef lagsane lunch we headed over to Catherine's house where she cooked dinner for us... LOTSA homecooked food... Roasted spare ribs, stir-fried brussels, steamed promfet, fried tofu and sze-chuan chye soup... =) I am happy!!! Catherine is really nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side... I tink I want a baby with Dear dear fer sure... Babies onli stinks when they shit really... Most of the time... They are just a mini adult that is so so so cute... Can't stand it when baby LeAnn smiles at me even when I dun on the DVD player for her when we are in the car... ARghh!! So sickeningly sweet!!! I do feel mean for not giving in to her... Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shek said his wife wud come over to bring me out to Catherine's house later in the day for dinner or sumthing... Heh... I hope she does... Else I'll go for a little walk by myself and feel independent n all... Ha ha ha... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1178942152508187663?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1178942152508187663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1178942152508187663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1178942152508187663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1178942152508187663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/eastgate-motel-day02.html' title='Eastgate Motel... Day02'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R9-Tw32bbeI/AAAAAAAAACM/FcmRyqat9GE/s72-c/Eastgate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2959333346508694112</id><published>2008-03-17T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:13:45.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Toowoomba Day 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R95uKX2bbdI/AAAAAAAAACE/bz0syXSraYA/s1600-h/bugs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178697746002701778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R95uKX2bbdI/AAAAAAAAACE/bz0syXSraYA/s200/bugs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am alone at the motel now... Dear dear is at work le... Yiheng drove him today... Technically speaking... I am not alone... Heh... Dear dear's roomie is still here... Julian... Funny, 2 of us in a small 2 room motel but we seem to be able to hide from each other's space very well I would say... Ha ha ha... He is nice... Offered to get lunch for me... Pizza... Haizz... Better than nutting... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... About my flight... It was much much better than I expected... Besides the fact that I din get to sleep... I mean they off the lights at 11pm then on it at 3am, jus as I was super drowsy and sinking into a deep slumber... Cruel!! And the flight steward that was serving my row... ALAN NGUYEN!!! IRRITATING RACIST!!! I mean for christ sake!!! YOU YOURSELF IS A FARKING ASIAN CAN!!!!! CCB... He only smiles n serves angmors!!! And he is F**king short too... Heh... About my height la... But for a guy he is damn short lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the middle row with 2 guys on either side... An irish Alan on my right and a uk architech on my left... Half my trip was spent sharing the different mp3s Alan and me have on our mp3 player and the other half on our studies since we have conincidentally studied 80% of the same stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kae kae... I gtg le... Rushin!! Julian jioed me to go collect the pizza with them (Nick and Julian) since they havent started work... =P Any company is better than just bugs dear dear won for me yesterdae at dreamworld and I... Hee hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2959333346508694112?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2959333346508694112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2959333346508694112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2959333346508694112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2959333346508694112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/toowoomba-day-01.html' title='Toowoomba Day 01'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R95uKX2bbdI/AAAAAAAAACE/bz0syXSraYA/s72-c/bugs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2180102968299410835</id><published>2008-03-13T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:26:57.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>First holiday in 2008!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be taking my first flight alone... I am paranoid about long trips regardless of the transportation method... And a 7-8 hours flight is not exactly my idea of something I am really looking forward to... Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all grumbled and processed... I can only hope I am not sitting beside an ah-fat that farts as badly as the one who took the same flight as dear dear and fucx the last time they came back to Singapore... Ha ha... I can't be as suay as them ba... If I am... Then.... ARGhhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed fer now... BIG TIME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2180102968299410835?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2180102968299410835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2180102968299410835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2180102968299410835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2180102968299410835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-holiday-in-2008.html' title='First holiday in 2008!!'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2842981898076666007</id><published>2008-03-11T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:07:22.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>Kopi deranged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R9YueX2bbcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9DoSAD90Udw/s1600-h/IMG_4520+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R9YueX2bbcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9DoSAD90Udw/s200/IMG_4520+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176375921042222530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hate it when I dont sleep well during work days! Argh!! Been going to work at least 15-20 min late since dear dear left for Oakey... Except yesterday where I was half an hour late but duh!!! I am really trying!!! Serious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep  waking up... To go to my laptop, to take a look at how cute he looks over the cam when he is asleep and then falling back to  sleep... Then tossing and turning and waking to check if I am still connected to the net just in case BSOD happens and I can't receive any message from him or can't catch a few minutes of conversation time with him before he goes off to work... Argh!!! I miss my dear dear sooo much... Going crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday to come so I can fly over just to give him a big big hug... I think I am going to stick to him till I get nauseous of how sticky I can get... Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see him and take more photos together... I am missing him so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2842981898076666007?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2842981898076666007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2842981898076666007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2842981898076666007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2842981898076666007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/kopi-deranged.html' title='Kopi deranged...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R9YueX2bbcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9DoSAD90Udw/s72-c/IMG_4520+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5781766845312194605</id><published>2008-03-06T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:17:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue October - Calling you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There’s something that I can’t quite explain...&lt;br /&gt;I’m so in love with you.. You never take that away.&lt;br /&gt;And if I said it a hundred times before, expect a thousand more.. You never take that away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Well expect me to be calling you to see if you’re okay when I’m not around;&lt;br /&gt;Asking if you love me... I love the way you make it sound..&lt;br /&gt;Calling you to see... Do I try too hard to make you smile?  ..to make us smile…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Well I will keep calling you to see if you’re sleeping, are you dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you actually picked me...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I thought that the world had lost its sway....&lt;br /&gt;(It’s so hard sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell in love with you.. (then came you .. then came you)&lt;br /&gt;and you took that away. (it’s not so difficult.. the world is not so difficult.)&lt;br /&gt;You take away the old, show me the new, and I feel like I can fly when I stand next to you..&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m on this phone, a hundred miles from home, I’ll take the words you gave and send them back to you..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Calling you to see if you’re okay when I’m not around; asking if you love me..&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make it sound..&lt;br /&gt;Calling you to see.. do I try too hard to make you smile?...to make us smile…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I will keep calling you to see if you’re sleeping, are you dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you actually picked me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Well I will be calling you to see if you’re sleeping are you dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you actually picked me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5781766845312194605?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5781766845312194605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5781766845312194605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5781766845312194605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5781766845312194605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/blue-october-calling-you.html' title='Blue October - Calling you'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2553653015666133655</id><published>2008-03-06T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:21:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This I am surely gonna miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R87VVIWb2tI/AAAAAAAAABs/N-aX8fzMh5E/s1600-h/HD_wrkdesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174307580890831570" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R87VVIWb2tI/AAAAAAAAABs/N-aX8fzMh5E/s320/HD_wrkdesk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My company has finally officially announced it's closing in the Straits times on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a myriad mix of feelings and emotions are in the office and in the minds of everyone of us who has worked here... Interesting how I will really miss each and every one of my colleagues here, Tuesday morning's meeting, and gossips at the pantry area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bosses here... They are the best!! During bible study when my CG talks about their work, I always thank God for placing them in my work life... Especially Karen my GM... RESPECT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too soon this is all coming to an end... This is the last month I will be coming to work here, and being at my desk... With my favourite wall paper... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R8-peoWb2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pk2rkxroyVA/s1600-h/HICS_Email.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R8-peoWb2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Pk2rkxroyVA/s200/HICS_Email.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174540840564677346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Honda Diracc - Car Sharing with a Difference"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2553653015666133655?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2553653015666133655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2553653015666133655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2553653015666133655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2553653015666133655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-i-am-surely-gonna-miss.html' title='This I am surely gonna miss...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R87VVIWb2tI/AAAAAAAAABs/N-aX8fzMh5E/s72-c/HD_wrkdesk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-6666541065083536758</id><published>2008-03-05T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:20:01.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>The closest strangers...</title><content type='html'>An errie feeling that brings tears and a familiar taste of loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;Once again, tonight, I find myself surrounded by those closest to me...&lt;br /&gt;Great meal, cosy settings, casual conversations about worldly affairs...&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was somewhere else but among strangers I had known for years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wondering too far, guess it's better when you are mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;You don't say but I know I ain't good enough, constantly the hated loser...&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do so much better than me, after all I am to plain to see...&lt;br /&gt;The memories that I won't forget, the forced smiles that are so damn real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seen, sought after, admired by peers and friends that I came to know...&lt;br /&gt;But by family, I am scorned and looked down upon as one that's simply crude...&lt;br /&gt;Show me the balance and fairness in the world, not just to the pain and hurt..&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am falling so deep and trying so hard, drugs just don't help no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-6666541065083536758?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/6666541065083536758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=6666541065083536758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6666541065083536758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/6666541065083536758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/03/closest-strangers.html' title='The closest strangers...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4858331781568027729</id><published>2008-02-29T00:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:36:22.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>29th Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R81sZVmdHnI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8JTrrKLDgY/s1600-h/inlove.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R81sZVmdHnI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8JTrrKLDgY/s200/inlove.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173910729469533810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year is a leap year... A special day that comes once every 4 years... And to commemorate this day in my own silly way... I shall make a list of 29 things about my boy that makes me fall so deeply in love with him... Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He always gives me the best surprises when I least expect it... &lt;br /&gt;2) He knows when I tear during movies and comforts me every time...&lt;br /&gt;3) He looks so deliciously cute and adorable when he is asleep...&lt;br /&gt;4) He place my feelings above his too many times... Awwwww....&lt;br /&gt;5) He goes to buy breakfast for me, and then patiently wake me up ... &lt;br /&gt;6) He willing sends me to work even when he is really really tired...&lt;br /&gt;7) He always smiles and is truly happy every single time he sees me... &lt;br /&gt;8) He protects me and spoils me more and more each time I am with him...&lt;br /&gt;9) He always gives in to me even when I know I am throwing tantrums...&lt;br /&gt;10) He has got this really cute dimple whenever he smiles at me...&lt;br /&gt;11) He bothers to humor me even when it is something really childish...&lt;br /&gt;12) He will volunteer to bring Raydor for walks when I am tired...&lt;br /&gt;13) He loves children and is willing to have them with me in future...&lt;br /&gt;14) He trusts me and let me do whatever I want without any demands...&lt;br /&gt;15) He will wash the dishes for us both when we are done with our meals...&lt;br /&gt;16) He bothers to assure me and puts in effort to make me feel secure...&lt;br /&gt;17) He lets me paste a cute "mummy bear" sticker on his Mazda 3... =P&lt;br /&gt;18) He always put in loads of effort to cheer me up when I am upset...&lt;br /&gt;19) He will pet me to sleep every now and then... Really sweet... =P&lt;br /&gt;20) He always does things to make me feel more special than I am...&lt;br /&gt;21) He is really nice and gets along with anyone and everyone regardless...&lt;br /&gt;22) He is happy just to spend time with me at home without going anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;23) He does not go clubbing or drink till he gets drunk like many guys I know...&lt;br /&gt;24) He willingly does things for others without any complains or grumbles...&lt;br /&gt;25) He actually goes around choosing shoes for me when we go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;26) He bothers to hear what I have to say even when I am just bitching...&lt;br /&gt;27) He cleans up the car without a word even when I am the one who dirtied it...&lt;br /&gt;28) He actually bought me a "ME-to-YOU" bear "...so you can hug when you miss me..."&lt;br /&gt;29) He has never tried to make me change but accepts me just the way I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really so much more things that makes me feel that I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world to have him in my life... Heh... So much so... I think I may have talked too much about him today when I was sorting out the papers with my colleagues... Really miss having him always around me... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On msn: "memories of you and the things you do... makes me fall for you over and over time and again..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4858331781568027729?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4858331781568027729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4858331781568027729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4858331781568027729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4858331781568027729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/02/29th-feb-2008.html' title='29th Feb 2008'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R81sZVmdHnI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8JTrrKLDgY/s72-c/inlove.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1635001731558011653</id><published>2008-02-22T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:54:58.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='departure'/><title type='text'>Moved to tears...</title><content type='html'>I have just gotten a "Me to You" bear bear and a VIEWTY!!! He came to my office and passed it to me just like that... My colleagues were really nice to share the joy with me... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I dun believe it... It really came as a  total surprise cause today is just another day...'Cept that he is leaving for Oakey tomorrow that is... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on leave today to settle the things he needs to attend to for his up-coming trip and all, but he actually bothered to give me this huge surprise in the midst of all his running around... I was so touched I really did feel like crying... Weird really... Heh... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my silly little boy... Said the things were for me to remember him, and the bear was for me to hug while he is away... Like it will be sufficient to replace him... Heh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all this makes me feel worse now... Wonder how the next few weeks will be like without him around... It'll be the first time we are separated since we met... It'll be the first time we dun meet within 24 hours... I am missing him already... Can't wait till it's 6pm when he'll pick me from work like he always does whenever his job allows him to... ~&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1635001731558011653?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1635001731558011653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1635001731558011653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1635001731558011653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1635001731558011653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/02/moved-to-tears.html' title='Moved to tears...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8665690743479241085</id><published>2008-02-15T10:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:20:51.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Pernicious...</title><content type='html'>I think I have lost a piece of me; I'm paranoid and self destroyed...&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the reasons why I got scared; but do know that I did care...&lt;br /&gt;Spent my life withdrawn from reality, desperate to feel a punch inside...&lt;br /&gt;Millions waiting to hear the long sad story but I was not built that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry and I shout and I scream my lungs out and I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;Living; ignoring all... But now I just can't seem to be preoccupied...&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful hallucinations haunting me, wishing amnesia would kick in...&lt;br /&gt;The devil in me is advising, talking so loud that only I can hear him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just die, save us all from the mental torture you share&lt;br /&gt;There's no one left to stop you but your coward self... Non repentance...&lt;br /&gt;Your gayest brightest day turns ours into recurring horrible nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;Just start from the top, pay for your own obligations, sins and debts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8665690743479241085?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8665690743479241085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8665690743479241085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8665690743479241085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8665690743479241085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/02/schizophrenia.html' title='Pernicious...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3936992970264036332</id><published>2008-01-12T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:55:17.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore's consumer prices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"SINGAPORE - SINGAPORE'S consumer prices rose faster-than-expected at 4.2 per cent in November, underpinned by higher costs for food and housing, the government said on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;That was higher than the 3.9 per cent rise forecast by economists and the 3.6 per cent increase in October. "  - Dec 24, 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why am I blogging about this?? Well... For 2008, a foodstall which happens to be damn near my workplace has raised the price of their mee to $3.30... A 10% rise!!! I was speechless... Like as if $3 for a bowl of noodle ain't ex enuff!! ^*@#&amp;amp;!!!! Even prices of those stalls at CheenaTown is raised too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is not ordering a drink with your meal a singaporean thingy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... Heh... I heard on the news once that we Singaporeans are supposedly Highly Adaptable and that we are ok with the price raise... Oh yeah? Who says so?? No one interviewed me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then again... If anyone did, I wud probably say the rise is price is ok too lah... I am Singaporean leh... Wait malu how?? Ha ha ha... =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3936992970264036332?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3936992970264036332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3936992970264036332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3936992970264036332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3936992970264036332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/01/singapores-consumer-prices.html' title='Singapore&apos;s consumer prices...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-8532210498403240200</id><published>2008-01-01T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:21:54.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>A new year... An older us...</title><content type='html'>If I were to summarise how I am feeling right now about life, it would be like that of a train which keeps on moving at a slow but constant speed regardless of how we who are passengers on the train of life feel and think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can chose to try our best and live with the past and memories but the things that surrounds us changes and goes on whether or not we want it to, and even if we try to stop it or make it move back it won't... What has passed is the past... And the past are but a process of us growing up and we are only humans, humans who makes mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to sumwhere near de Esplanade to see fireworks... It was the closest I ever got to seeing such huge bright loud and beautiful displays... It was so so so fairytale-like... I loved it!!! The wait and the walk and even the close urgliy encounters with the ah nehs and cheena toh tohs are worth it... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to this new year and the 8 new cars that my coy will be launching... 221108 I can barely wait....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-8532210498403240200?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/8532210498403240200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=8532210498403240200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8532210498403240200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/8532210498403240200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-older-us.html' title='A new year... An older us...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-491761321166528521</id><published>2007-12-03T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:14:50.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing about programming...</title><content type='html'>Came across this comic and I just have to post it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R1Od2uxkxjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qdCOkNI3L-I/s1600-R/cod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R1Od2uxkxjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEoezb7bmUM/s320/cod.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139625163354326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is great!! Reminded me of the days I used to stay up for up to 3 days and nights in a row just to program something out of C++ or VB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I used to rejoice and feel on top of the world each time I get a function to work just the way I want it to... Heh... And I go around laughing when others gets called nerds... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-491761321166528521?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/491761321166528521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=491761321166528521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/491761321166528521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/491761321166528521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/12/reminiscing-about-programming.html' title='Reminiscing about programming...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZcMxmKQ0yo/R1Od2uxkxjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEoezb7bmUM/s72-c/cod.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7378792293029041562</id><published>2007-10-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:03:14.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 and more...</title><content type='html'>Today is my 24th birthday... Heh... Talk about getting old... My my... Scary... Had luncheon with Rae today... He sent me a bouquet of lilies and bought me a Solvil Titus watch... Was really sweet of him to go through all that effort to make my day... And to make me feel as if I am special... Really appreciate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year, for the first time in my life... I share my birthday, with a colleague of mine, JG... Heh... Apparently our office peeps wanted to celebrate our birthday with us tonight but we each had our dinner appointments all planned out already... I'm going to the Mongolian resturant thingy at Park Mall lvl 4... Hee hee... So probably tomorrow night will probably be it... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following is an extract of the early morning emails that were flying around in my offit... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;JG: going to have dinner with all my love ones.......................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: Dinner with love ones ya…. Ha ha… Same same…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JY: WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ...who is your love one?!?!!?!?!!!?!??? .. is it one or many???? kekekekekk ... are we included???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VA: Its ok Vini &amp;amp; Jenny... Obviously we are not their love ones, they are just our colleagues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We can still go out together... celebrate their birthday ourselves =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;VS: Ok steady on ahhh ...we shall go and celebrate without them ba!! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;DT: Lets go to Ice Cold Beer! Sausage and Fried Chicken Wing, Malt Beer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Those are my colleagues all right... Nice bunch of people they are... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7378792293029041562?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7378792293029041562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7378792293029041562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7378792293029041562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7378792293029041562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/10/24-and-more.html' title='24 and more...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7173958288943730773</id><published>2007-10-08T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:56:57.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Enamored...</title><content type='html'>Had a terrific weekend, little sleep to speak of but it was one filled with lots of joy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy: the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying. (definition from &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/joy"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/joy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Fishery after bible study on friday... Shaggalatic!!  It stank... Seriously, imagine loads and loads of fishes, sotongs, Sting Rays, weird fishes with sharp scary teeth, sharks, eels aka Flotsam and Jetsam (Ursula's kar kias) and prawns of all sizes and colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and I were like joking about how it would be a great place to bring students for excursion and scare them about how if they don't study they will end up working there, tiring, stinky and working in the wee hours... Ha ha ha ha... Evil... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday zoomed passed me... Perhaps it's cause I was floating... Awww... Living on love and air alone...  =P Did a mani and finally managed to find a tissue pouch to replace the one I lost... =D &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(A simple tissue pouch is like damn hard to find can... Caleb got me one from Project Shop at Taka... Unique design... Love it... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is whole-heartedly accepting the other party as they are and compromising... Being willing to put up with anything the future brings... ~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend made me ponder about how interesting love is... Enabling two people with totally different lifestyle, schooling, brought up and heh... "diet", yet sharing oh so similar views on love and relationships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I seriously need to start working on my way overdue site designs... Discipline!!! Discipline, discipline!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;  Flying with lack of sleep is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;acceptable!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-7173958288943730773?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7173958288943730773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7173958288943730773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7173958288943730773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7173958288943730773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/10/enamored.html' title='Enamored...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1213608997685544367</id><published>2007-09-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:08:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honda Diracc Bowling Event 2007</title><content type='html'>Today is my company first bowling event... In fact it is the first company event... I was the main organiser... The event went smoothly... A little rough on the edges as I was still shy being host and all... But I was proud of it all... Most importantly... Everyone was enjoying themselves... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super irritating thing happened... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ABN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AMRO&lt;/span&gt; was having their league there and alas... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JorLi&lt;/span&gt; has to appear in front of me... His full fledged sarcastic self was there... My scores weren't up to any standard and he was like "Hey, don't tell anyone you were from SIM Bowling Club ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;farker&lt;/span&gt;!!! As if he is able to handle a bowling event with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; bowlers by himself!!! He can't even speak farking english properly... KNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and ignored him... My sales manager tot he was trying to "gar jiao" me... Heh... Let him appear as a despo ba... Was too preoccupied with the event to bother with childish insensitive conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to the event, I was nervous throughout, din bother about my scores at all... Was too worried that something might foul up... Worried that some people might be upset or angered that they are being paired up with people they do not like, and totally distracted by the occasional racking problems, missing pins, wrong scores and all... I did get a few complains here and there... But I suppose I handled them well... Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all... I am kinda proud of myself.... Hahahahahaha.... My first event... Oh btw, just for the record, my team got 1st runner up!!! Haha... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1213608997685544367?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1213608997685544367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1213608997685544367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1213608997685544367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1213608997685544367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/09/honda-diracc-bowling-event-2007.html' title='Honda Diracc Bowling Event 2007'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-7093813361450341093</id><published>2007-09-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:37:02.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival 2007</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;中秋节&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... Mooncake festival... As usual... We went over to my uncle's house at Casa Rosa... Momo was pissed... Stared at me quite a bit... Hurt real bad... I did smile and laugh as I small talked with my aunt but inside I was so upset I was close to tears... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you called... I bitched, complained and whined... And you... As usual never fail to bring light into my darkness... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also today... Dad touched me once again with some really sweet gestures... I whined and complained and threw a tantrum the minute I picked him up from the bus stop... He didn't scold me for doing so... He understood, he comforted and he sided with me... However uncouth our conversation was... It was really nice and touching... The way he shows he still loves me as much as he did since I was young... I love him... And I thank God for making him my dad... I won't trade him for a million bucks... Not even 10 million... Heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/dadsweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/dadsweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now as we were heading home... He passed me a box of sweets... The Charmy Kitty ones that I used to pester HH to get me everytime we happen to step into 7-11... The very ones that I stop getting after I stopped asking for... I was stunned... I din know how to show how I felt... I said thanks... But inside... I was estatic... I wanted to scream... I felt sooo very loved... He probably bought it cos of wat I told them at the dinner table yesterday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was plain love... Not expecting anything... Just that I am happy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy... This is the 2nd time I blog about you... I love you... &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/20577144-7093813361450341093?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/7093813361450341093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=7093813361450341093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7093813361450341093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/7093813361450341093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-festival-2007.html' title='Mooncake Festival 2007'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2091951960259453815</id><published>2007-09-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:59:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not you... It's me...</title><content type='html'>A: "I farking hate you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;B: "Yeah?? Well, you're nowhere near to how much I hate myself!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just don't have an explanation... Some things are just meant to be kept inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Overheard at subway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st time customer: "I would like a trios"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Counter gal: "No problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Counter gal: "Sir? 6 inches or 12 inches?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st time customer: (Looking sibei stern) "Er... You are getting a little personal here..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Counter gal: "Oh no... I meant the sandwich..." (points to the display)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st time customer: "Oh... The small one... Sorry about that..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: "Hahahahahahahahaha... Oopss... Sorrie... =P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2091951960259453815?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2091951960259453815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2091951960259453815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2091951960259453815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2091951960259453815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-you-its-me.html' title='It&apos;s not you... It&apos;s me...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3156187123022428315</id><published>2007-09-14T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:52:50.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown?? Nah... Growing up...</title><content type='html'>Today is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;!! TGIF!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;... I am really starting to dig this "office" thingy of waking up early, wondering what day it is, thinking of what I gotta do at the office, looking out for things to do before I am told to do them and looking forward to the weekends... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was smiling to myself all the way to work today... Sweet morning calls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; that are simple yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; heart-warming I am practically all melted in the inside... =P One thing I find really fun about going to work is the journey, it's amazing how everyone around me can balance themselves on the train when I am like a wobbling jelly... Hahahaha... (&lt;em&gt;I feel like a grown up when I take the bus and train on my own, still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; the times I first took bus to school on my own... I was sec 2 then... 10 years back... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I learnt alot... Not so much on the IQ side, but on the EQ side... I realise I am an individualist... Bad really... I learn that having my world in black, white, pink and blue just ain't sufficient... Whether or not I like it... Greys will exist... &lt;em&gt;In fact, pink from the start already is a secondary colour... Heh...&lt;/em&gt; There is no such thing as one being totally right or totally wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matter with SY, it was taken note of... I am disappointed in myself for having created this for her... Lesson learnt... Will try and be less rash and more rational from now... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises aren't made to be broken... They are made to be remembered and with all efforts to be kept by the one who made it... Although one might fail to keep a promise at times, it doesn't mean they do not whole-heartly want to keep their promises... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3156187123022428315?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3156187123022428315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3156187123022428315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3156187123022428315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3156187123022428315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/09/grown-nah-growing-up.html' title='Grown?? Nah... Growing up...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-4109003262123832353</id><published>2007-09-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:45:52.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On da Job...</title><content type='html'>This morning, I started work an hour and a half earlier than usual, took a cab as well as it was raining and I couldn't afford to be late, MAJOR system changes... Bad start though... Singtel's mass send sms site was super laggy yet again... My boss was pissed at me as I took quite a while to get the mass sms out to our members... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As if I could control whether the website works or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And SY, my colleague... Simply irresponsible... Her concept of it's not my job so I dun wanna help simply gets on my nerves big time, esp since she was also the one who spot checks my work the first time I did the flash on my company's website even though she doesn't need to... Fault finding? Or credit seeking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my GM happened to be around and I did tell her about wat SY did... Now... I feel really bad about doing so... It's not my place to tell on her... She's been working here for years now, if anything is a problem my GM would have known... Since nutting was done to change her attitude then... Would my feedback actually move anything?? It's like a pebble trying to make a mark on a granite rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally disappointed in myself... I am upset by how childish I am... How I wasn't able to just take things in my stride and accept others as they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH seems to know it whenever I am upset or when something bothers me... He seems to be able to read me and many a times have given me really great insights into matters I hardly think much of... Really thank God for placing him in my workplace and in my life... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I have just volunteered to my GM for extra jobs on top of my existing ones... Want more challenge and job satisfaction... Heh... Yes... I am looking for trouble... I thrive on them... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-4109003262123832353?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/4109003262123832353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=4109003262123832353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4109003262123832353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/4109003262123832353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-da-job.html' title='On da Job...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-1851740921493807995</id><published>2007-09-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:47:03.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused...</title><content type='html'>Love isn't about possessing another... I guess it really is about giving of oneself... Giving up part of yourself to make the other person happier than they ever were... Putting in all efforts to just make the other person's life colourful, filled with laughter, smiles and joy everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One can't love another unless they know how to love themselves..." BULLSHIT!! It's about placing another person above oneself, caring more about how the other party feels more than how an action or a decision will affect oneself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is selfish... " ANOTHER BULL!! Someone's been telling me that... I have felt like having one's attention and time to only myself before... But then, well... If you really do love a person, you will want that person to be happy and do what they want instead of having them just face you and chat.. Right?? Love isn't supposed to be selfish... But if I feel that way... Do I really love you? Or is it really just... as they all say... an infatuation... ? &lt;em&gt;Puppy Love&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought my life was complete as you were in it... Now it seems... I am noticing only how empty life can get when you are not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't you just stop playing with your friends for a while, skip a game, and spent a little time with me??"&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me I ain't just someone who's there just to fill up the gaps when no one is around with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果我们真地在一起。。。我们俩真的会跟现在一样吗？真的会天天开心，天天相爱着对方吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the one who has all that you want is not the one you are in love with??&lt;br /&gt;What if the one you love is not the one who can give you all that you want??&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? Who would you choose to spend the rest of your life with??&lt;br /&gt;What if I ain't the one who is able to give you all that I want you to have??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-1851740921493807995?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/1851740921493807995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=1851740921493807995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1851740921493807995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/1851740921493807995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/09/confused.html' title='Confused...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-3044145468486016931</id><published>2007-08-31T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:40:22.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough trying to be alone...</title><content type='html'>Today's mood is really one of a loner... Nah... Not really... Just feel like just spending time with myself or with someone I chose to be with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any god!#$% stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 25, pg. 198, The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Feeling kinda strangled recently... What's up with people around me anyway?? How is it the people whom I don't wanna meet keep on calling me out recently and those that I wanna talk to just don't seem to have enough time to sleep much less entertain me with useless chit-a-chats? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh... And for all those who are younger than me note this... Mood swings has &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; place in the office...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rejection ain't one of my forte... I am stressed... I wanna be with friends whom I can talk to and just relax instead of those who are to be "complicated"... My group of uni-mates... We dun go out much anymore... No more late weekends KTV with the SAME songs everytime... Heh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-3044145468486016931?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/3044145468486016931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=3044145468486016931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3044145468486016931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/3044145468486016931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/08/tough-trying-to-be-alone.html' title='Tough trying to be alone...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-2761611159488530367</id><published>2007-08-30T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:58:24.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>270807</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00343a.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My office servers first crashed on the weekends... Memorable... Going down at ard 7pm on the 25th and ard 8pm on the 26th... Ending at ard 11pm and ard 12am respectively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came and I was totally shagged out... Not much of a stamina to boast about... Heh... However... =P There was a really sweet and nice and super Tao yanz surprise during noon... When I was about to give way mentally... Heh... A delivery for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am elated... I will remember this day for as long as forever... A bouquet of roses just because he &lt;em&gt;foresee I will be stressed up and to get rid of the monday blues... (&lt;a href="http://www.jurliss.com/"&gt;www.jurliss.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are all I ever wanted... And yet... Even more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-2761611159488530367?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/2761611159488530367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=2761611159488530367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2761611159488530367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/2761611159488530367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/08/270807.html' title='270807'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20577144.post-5701097291676070491</id><published>2007-08-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:25:00.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation...</title><content type='html'>One thing about love is that it can make the most sensible and mature person prance around in the office while smiling to themselves just by thinking of the one they love... Er... Infatuation too you say?!?! @#%@^@$^@!!! = o.O =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about love that makes people so fascinated by it?&lt;br /&gt;What is it about love that people keep questioning about it?&lt;br /&gt; Isn't it supposed to be like a natural emotion within everyone of us?&lt;br /&gt;If it is so common? Why is it so hard to be found? Why is everyone searching for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;... I guess that's one of the reasons for why the word "Irony" exists &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few questions that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boggled&lt;/span&gt; my mind were these...&lt;br /&gt;1) How much Love is needed to remain Faithful?&lt;br /&gt;2) How much Faith is needed to believe in Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is... Age and experiences &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; make a person wiser... I kinda got an answer for the two questions above after MANY MANY years of pondering... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;... Why I bother thinking about it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the one thing that is bothering me now are answers... Not beating about the bush, it would be what answers.com provided me with when I typed in "INFATUATION"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Damnit&lt;/span&gt;!!! Is all that's stated there true???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haiyo&lt;/span&gt;... I guess it's for me to find out as I continue growing up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;... Cockamamie... TRUST... Another tough one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20577144-5701097291676070491?l=comperio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/feeds/5701097291676070491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20577144&amp;postID=5701097291676070491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5701097291676070491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20577144/posts/default/5701097291676070491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comperio.blogspot.com/2007/08/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation...'/><author><name>St4rduSt-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/St4rduSt-/DSC00003copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
