<?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-22670191</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:48:34.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-1502653877992314496</id><published>2009-11-16T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:10:10.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep early because I do not want to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i could not hold back my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no one can see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tears" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="tears Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg208/spiritual_wolf16/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/line" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="LINE BOW Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt88/Bellbabu/1521.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is light when it is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heavy when it is not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happiness" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="(: Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss230/nekachick/happiness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/line" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="LINE BOW Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt88/Bellbabu/1521.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &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/22670191-1502653877992314496?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/1502653877992314496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=1502653877992314496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1502653877992314496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1502653877992314496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-early-because-i-do-not-want-to.html' title='Mood'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-6698311156330925639</id><published>2009-10-17T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:23:05.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt Words for XX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is a song sang by Ayumi called, "A song for XX". Which gives me the idea of this post.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Could you please stop harping non stop on the same old stuff? Fine, I have let you down and I apologised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stop telling me that it is ridiculous, ridiculous. Do you know I feel like telling you that some things you just have to spend money. By refusing to believe that you need to spend the money and expect go get things done is more ridiculous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If lights are blown, just spend the money and get it replace. Do you know I am sick and tired of you saying that lights should never blown. It is explosed to the weather and you still expect it to never blow. That is ridiculous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stop telling me be firm. Face it! You are just prejudice that I am a female being. Whatever that cannot be acheive, you just conveniently blame it that I am not being firm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please for goodness sake tell my boss to get me replaced. You are forever harping on my SAME OLD mistakes, forever unwilling to accept advises, forever want to be inflexible. If my service can never satify you, stop torturing me mentally. It does not solve the problem  but only makes me feel that you are very destestable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For goodness sake, could someone also tell my boss that my pay cannot justify this mental ordeal that I am going through?&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/22670191-6698311156330925639?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/6698311156330925639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=6698311156330925639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/6698311156330925639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/6698311156330925639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartfelt-words-for-xx.html' title='Heartfelt Words for XX'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-534809043262132700</id><published>2008-09-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:26:13.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transport Grievances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I have seen this advertisement that encouraged us to take public transport. But taking public transport itself made me very unconvinced. Let's set aside that I have to travel alot in my work and that I have a very heavy bag which made public transport very inconvenient for me to move about. But it is those weirdos around who are getting on my nerves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weirdo A: Brittle Back Person&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250730876874137698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFpF0vVmWY0/SN5X6bdCIGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bjPheUHs28w/s320/dance.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During peak hour, the MRT is crowded such that you can forget about the seats. Every single handle and the poles are your last hope to stay stable in the train. But weirdo A could have think that he/she stood at a very priviledge place that he/she can rest their back on! Imagine how many hands could hold on to the pole/ pillar (whatever that is supposed to call) and just a stupid back that belongs to the weirdo jeopardize your last ray of hope to maintain your posture in the train. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weirdo B: Concert Person&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250735924426773218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFpF0vVmWY0/SN5cgPDXEuI/AAAAAAAAABY/64oZwX80br0/s320/th_thRoosterlesson8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, I don't care what music phone you are holding. We all know almost all phone comes with a ear piece in the sales package, do you have to blast out your music through your speaker and disturb the peacelover passengers? I do not really admire that singer that is singing from your phone, I pity him to have such a listener in you that appears people who appreciates his/her behaves in a tasteless manner. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Weirdo C: Madly In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250736744524227074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dFpF0vVmWY0/SN5dP-J1IgI/AAAAAAAAABg/cMAeOLMabrA/s320/th_LOVE.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, peacelover and conservative me was glad that I found a seat on the MRT after a tiring day at work. I believe I could rest at my seat peacefully when a tall and fit man sat down beside me and his girlfriend sat on his lap. I was like.. Huh? PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSEEEEE!! Man, if you are worried that your girlfriend legs will ache from standing, being so tall, fit and young I am sure it won't hurt you to STAND and give up the seat to her. This is a public place! Anyway, I began to tell myself I see no evil, hear no evil and then I hear the girl spouting.. "ba ba ba ba ba.." in a rythematic way.. initially I did not understand, nor do I care until the man responded in the same rythematic way "meow meow meow meow..." well, maybe this is a love language that touches their heart, make them feel so sweet... but... HAIR STAND, MAN!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250736995349765506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dFpF0vVmWY0/SN5dekjTHYI/AAAAAAAAABo/jmOIkAbm104/s320/nervous.gif" border="0" /&gt;And to all couples who are so hanky panky, I am sure there are better place to express your love, choose some quiet place, please! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could just go on and on, but I will just settle on these first. If ever I have the impulsive to buy the car, my reasons will come from my experience of taking public transport such as the MRT. Then again, I am too poor to afford a car and shall subject myself to these nonsense again, again and again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-534809043262132700?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/534809043262132700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=534809043262132700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/534809043262132700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/534809043262132700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2008/09/transport-grievances.html' title='Transport Grievances'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFpF0vVmWY0/SN5X6bdCIGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bjPheUHs28w/s72-c/dance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-1920789399358270736</id><published>2008-02-07T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:08:03.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some years back, the priviledges of the customer serving lines are often reasonable and even attractive. Example, the priviledges you get to redeem on your birthday for being a loyal client or the priviledges that you get to enjoy for being a member or for attracting you to visit the place again. Those days it could easily be a one for one buffet or up to a certain attractive discount off at a high class restaurant or entertainment at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays, the priviledges gets pretty miserable. So miserable you do not even want to utilise it. From high class restaurant, it turned to fast food restaurant and at 10% only. As if it is not miserable enough, this discount is not allowed to use it on buying set meals, which is usually what you would eat at fast food restaurant. Otherwise it would be buying a pizza meal then you would be entitle to a free SMALL THIN pan pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I saw a S$2 off movie price offer which is EXCLUSIVE for members and went to see the details. And I saw -Not applicable on Friday-Sunday, public holidays, eve of public holidays and SCHOOL holidays! furthermore restricted to movies that are Not valid for films marked No Free Passes. It reminds me of the KTV vouchers terms that my friend showed me recently. There were many vouchers yet all the vouchers have almost the same terms as the movie "EXCLUSIVE"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last time, when you see these priviledges or promotion, you simply cannot wait to utilize it. If you were a loyal client or member, you would felt happy and even rewarded to enjoy what is given. But nowadays, I just felt the consumer are being treated like a fool. By utilising these "exclusive", it is as good as bring more hassle to ourselves for the sake to spend more money! It seem nowadays it is no longer reward or attracting consumers to keep them, but treating them like a fool to spin in more money for them. As a consumer, your "rewards" somehow appear to be a disguise for spending more money at no cost from the sources at all.&lt;/span&gt;&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/22670191-1920789399358270736?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/1920789399358270736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=1920789399358270736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1920789399358270736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1920789399358270736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2008/02/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-6734639680925115799</id><published>2007-12-25T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:07:00.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down on luck lately...it seem to get worse and worse. my goodness... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;During the weekend, I sacrificed my beauty sleep and woke up early to travel quite a distance to watch a colleague performance. My boss' family also came to give him their support too. However, only after we finished watching a performance, we realized we went into the wrong hall! This drove me mad too, all my efforts to support my colleague went into drain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last week, when I was closing the company's door, the lock was stuck. I have to pull up the metal door again to set it correctly and the alarm was triggered Although I managed to off the alarm but the security side has already alerted one of the DIRECTORS. The very next working day, my collegue unintentionally set the alarm off again and on Christmas Eve, instead of greetings, we received a stern warning from the director personally. We then asked each other what have we done wrong? We were merely closing and opening the door!! But we comforted each other that Christmas eve is also know as holy night, things will work out fine at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During the evening, my friend and I were waiting for the bus 69 to head for an dinner appointment with the rest. Normal time, this is one of those buses you kept seeing it appearing again and again at the bus stop until no one at the bus stop is waiting for it. You can even put it this way, the bus is waiting for passenger instead of the other way round but on that fateful evening, we waited in 'amaze' as we saw other bus numbers that usually have longer waiting time appearing more than once, more than twice but not a sight of 69! We waited until we confirm that we will be late then the bus finally came. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today xmas I am plague with running nose! Well, but my luck turned for a little better in the afternoon. I went to meet my ex colleague to collect something and did not bring umbrella, the sky started to be very gloomy. When the bus reached my destination, I realized it was raining. But as I pass through the non sheltered area, the rain almost stopped. Thanx to all the merry xmas wishes from my friends, I guess it finally work a little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-6734639680925115799?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/6734639680925115799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=6734639680925115799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/6734639680925115799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/6734639680925115799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-or-not.html' title='Merry or Not'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-3821248436009641636</id><published>2007-08-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:53:11.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a short biography of a small fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, I saw few coffeeshop assistants, often wearing a smile and appeared all perk and enthusiastic. This let customers like me felt very at ease to watch them at work and to order drinks from people like them. It was then I find that I should make myself be enthusiastic about my job, not only I will feel happy, so will my colleagues and clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, bringing this positive thought to work very soon backfire when tons of workloads attached with unreasonable fast deadlines are slapped at me. And when amidst of your hectic schedule, both relevant and irrelevant people came to ask you to do extra work. And you just do not know why irrelevant people can simply do that just because what they need is just what that is relevant to your job, that is how ridiculous. And when you try to push these irrelevant pests to someone else, it bounces back within minutes! Argh&gt;O Anyway that unlucky irrelevant fellow certainly could not escape without being attacked by my hostility and thought that it was worth it just because I lie that I will help him in the end. Well, not really a lie, somehow just not that soon. Cannot really blame me, just because of a sentence “I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;.” I will have to use all my strength, waste my time to move and dig dusty, heavy boxes and boxes of files and document, which do not guarantee that the efforts will be paid off. You might just end up finding nothing and then use time and strength to put back boxes and boxes of dusty and heavy files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At presence, the comfort in my work is that I am working with nice people. I find that working with nice people is very important because I am NOT very nice. So in order not to work in an environment where I might be ostracised, it is advisable that I do not change job yet. Putting myself in shoes of the people who call me at work, I certainly understand how dreadful it is to call and hear my cold, half-dead but murderous tone, which silently tells you, “I am very busy, I do not have time to talk.” Compare to another colleague, a very cheerful lady who always laugh heartily and talks amicably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I will be able to carry out the attitude of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coffeeshop&lt;/span&gt;’s assistant. They are certainly not well paid as bill gate and also a small fry as me. They surely do encounter unreasonable people who act like beast. It is definitely not easy. So naturally I can be forgiven for not being able to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forgiven.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/22670191-3821248436009641636?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/3821248436009641636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=3821248436009641636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/3821248436009641636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/3821248436009641636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-biography-of-small-fry.html' title='a short biography of a small fry'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-3526952271488357593</id><published>2007-07-31T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:55:35.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard about this website from the radio. Pretty interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..wonder if my nieces and nephew will like me more if I look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/cblind/Untitled-1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mShrek&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"My Precious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/cblind/Untitled-2copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mGollum&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I want to be pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/cblind/Untitled-3copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHamasaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you are interested, the website is www.morphthing.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-3526952271488357593?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/3526952271488357593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=3526952271488357593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/3526952271488357593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/3526952271488357593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/07/morphing_31.html' title='Morphing'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-1419999745377844244</id><published>2007-07-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:23:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15-June Exclusive</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="DISPLAY: inline; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 304px" name="revolution" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/2/revolution.swf" width="400" height="304" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" loop="false" quality="high" flashvars="ql=0&amp;src1=http://pic60.picturetrail.com/VOL1663/8747785/flicks/1/1165117&amp;amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/1165117" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="left" width="85" height="30"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.picturetrail.com%2Fwebpages%2Fabout-photoflick2.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yes.. I know this is more than 1 month ago. But since this is such a joyous occassion that I like to post up on my blog. It took this long because...well any reason but not lazy =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very happy that my beautiful and wonderful pal, Pauline is married to the handsome and nice gentleman, Alvin (hope I got more free lifts in future, keke). I was appointed as the bridesmaid and I was really at a loss, coz normally what I do at wedding is just to eat and watch! Lucky we have an experience sister who is our sister leader, Angel! Although she also create a few hiccup, such as informing me the very last min that her dad threw the wasabi away. And the wasabi she bought was not so spicy as feedback by the 'bridegroom and brothers" but although they said it this way, they still threw the biscuit!! The other appointed sisters also had contributed fabulous idea..Anyway, I must proudly announce that we sisters had way outshine the brothers! kekekeke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This slideshow here are taken more on the sisters and of coz exclusive of the bride and bridegroom! Although some shots maybe from the professional photographer that they employ, but some of taken by me. Esp the one taken in the comfortable poshy BMW, the wedding couple although tired but generously allow me to take shot of them. May u two be happy forever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-1419999745377844244?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/1419999745377844244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=1419999745377844244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1419999745377844244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1419999745377844244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-june-exclusive.html' title='15-June Exclusive'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-7798859695060302457</id><published>2007-04-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:31:33.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatori &amp; Kana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BP4X_ETpUSY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heh. I m posting another video again. Suddenly have the urge to make a mv using this song, coz i am really very mesmerized by this song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't really had the intention to use this story, i just try to fumble through my anime to search for some inspiration. But when I recapture this story, I knew this will be the one. But what a sad story..if I can, I would definitely continue with a happy ending. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, for those who never seen this anime-fruit basket, I wil do a brief summary on the story..although not much people are reading my blog, i guess those who are reading knew about fruit basket.. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This lady, Kana came during the holiday to work at hatori's clinic. Gradually, they fall in love. one day, kana realize that hatori was under this curse, that he would turn into a seahorse once being touch. But she did not mind and this make hatori very happy and touched. So they went to the head of the family to ask for his approval to their marriage. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this head of the family was against the marriage and in his anger, he accidentally slashed hatori on his left eye (or maybe right..whatever). So kana who witness all these was totally horrified. She blame herself for causing this to hatori and was in total dispair.hatori could not bear to see kana in such agony and decided to erase her memory. Yup, he has the ability to erase memory...part of the memory at least. So in this case he erase kana's memory of their love. Naturally, kana who forgot everything about him left him in the end. Sob..sob&lt;/strong&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/22670191-7798859695060302457?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/7798859695060302457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=7798859695060302457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/7798859695060302457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/7798859695060302457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/04/hatori-kana.html' title='Hatori &amp; Kana'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-1903083468571055416</id><published>2007-04-14T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:14:37.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-1903083468571055416?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/1903083468571055416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=1903083468571055416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1903083468571055416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/1903083468571055416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/04/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-4049504876145181476</id><published>2007-04-08T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T07:46:39.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just watched a drama whereby the woman's love was being make used by the bad guy and then caused her brother to be in deep trouble. It was the second time she make this mistake and so my mom and I were so upset with her, hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I began to recall the past, on my encounter, my friends' encounter and from the newspaper true articles and realise that this does not only happen in the TV. It is the truth that when especially a woman fall in love, she can be quite silly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, love just can let a person be blind. True love often falls in the wrong hand. Divorcees had a happy marriage, didn't they? Although fate plays an important part, but may true love don't ever falls into the hands of creeps ever again but may creeps just had some big fall in their life so they may really turn over a new leaf! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*this is just another crap update*&lt;/strong&gt;&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/22670191-4049504876145181476?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/4049504876145181476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=4049504876145181476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/4049504876145181476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/4049504876145181476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-7851714803909780345</id><published>2007-03-02T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T06:28:33.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One day, I met someone and chance upon her ten commanments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall always hear me praising myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall always be there for me because I am important&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall even turn down a family dinner just to go window shopping with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall understand saying no to me is useless, I will insist until you say yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall listen to my grouses, same grouses everytime, no grouses is also a grouses when it comes out from me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall go out with me almost each and every day because it makes me happy. It doesn't matter how you feel. For I grant you the honour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall forget about yourself because there is only I, me and myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall think that I am always busiest person in the world, minister also lose me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou shall be very sad for me to be exposed to this realistic world, as if you are not at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thous shall dream on that I will spare a single thought for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindly note the above does not come from a girlfriend to a boyfriend or even vice versa. I wanted to say it come from a friend, but on second thought, it seems to come from a goddess but then it again, it should be from someone who happened to forget she is not a goddess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think you are interested in someone like that (not sure, because you are someone who likes challenge or wanted to commit suicide, since you have given up yourself why not challenge yourself to the impossible), please do tell me. But then...ps, maybe you should make sure you have enough money to build a temple to worship this person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-7851714803909780345?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/7851714803909780345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=7851714803909780345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/7851714803909780345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/7851714803909780345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-commandments.html' title='10 Commandments'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-116438000514219394</id><published>2006-11-24T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T05:38:33.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Recently, someone said on the tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"When a joke is targetted at someone, but that person is not laughing, it is no longer a joke. It is a verbal assualt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really raised both hands and legs to agree on the above. Many times, there are just these cases whereby people can get so carried away poking fun at someone and be sure they will never feel apologetic but only know how to brush off the other party's offended feeling by claiming that it is only a joke. At times I do agree that it could be the said victim is petty but whatever it is, is it that important to carry on a joke even that really upset someone. Is this joke really still funny when it is torturing a person or wearing away someone's patience. Is it not funny only when this person suddenly just drop dead due to high blood pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Certain jokes can really be carried too far and these jokers just find it a pleasure by laughing at their own jokes which is similar to digging grave. Yes, yours faithfully, me often fell victim to this kind of joke and it only taught me try not to be too kind to others, orelse you will be repay by being the laughing stock of some pathetic joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When people tells me "aiyah, if dislike you then won't even talk to you, treat you as friend then joke with you." I only come to learn that, people do not need to apologise for offending you, but you still have to feel bad for feeling upset! Not that I am trying to hint anyone about anything, just want to vent out what I have been bottling up. I am also someone who likes to make people happy, so maybe I have to blame myself to be treated like clown for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/22670191-116438000514219394?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/116438000514219394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=116438000514219394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/116438000514219394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/116438000514219394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/11/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-115643499563900972</id><published>2006-08-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:11:51.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How i wish that the National Rally would touch on topic like reduction in the penalty for replacement of IC, however no such luck, sigh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, I lost my IC, or to put it more clearly, i lost my entire wallet quite recently. I had been taking my very own sweet time to get it replace, even my friend was shock about it and reminded me IC is very important. But with the penalty glaring at poverty me, there is just no way I can be anxious about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was wondering why is the penalty so heavy? To prevent us from being careless, but who can prevent themselves from being careless? I mean, careless is not something intentional to begin with! IC are mostly placed in the wallet, when one lose the wallet, how pathetic and then the next thing you still have to worry is to be slap with the exhorbitant penalty, my goodness!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time I lost my IC was before the penalty was implemented, so I am hoping that they will not charge me for the $300.00 fine. But why do I feel that the chances are slim? Wish me good luck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/22670191-115643499563900972?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/115643499563900972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=115643499563900972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115643499563900972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115643499563900972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/08/penalty.html' title='Penalty'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-115605215185023059</id><published>2006-08-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T03:15:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/1600/w_siam.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/320/w_siam.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/1600/w_siam.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being single is not as bad as those couples may think. Well, maybe I cannot understand the happiness shared between a loving couple, but that does not bother me at all. At least no one interfere with what I do and I am very comfortable about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, from always having to remind against and to withstand the incessant match-making trend that people around me are fanatical about. Once a guy is single... although these people will claim they think that this guy is good when the main reason is only because he is single and available, he will then become their target as my potential Mr Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only make things worse, no matter I know or don't know this person it will only become very awkward between me and the guy. Or just take it that the problem lies with me, it makes me feel so uncomfortable that I would rather die on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my friends, relatives, aquaintance and even colleagues out there who are happy in their marriage and/or love life, please do continue enjoy basking in happiness.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As for the others, they may be enjoying another type of happiness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-115605215185023059?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/115605215185023059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=115605215185023059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115605215185023059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115605215185023059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/08/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-115392746761370764</id><published>2006-07-26T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:26:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been pretty down on luck lately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making blunder at work..blunder that only get more n more serious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got a cut on my face..looking on the bright side, think it is not gonna leave a scar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I lost something very important to me..enough to make me vomit blood..still calming down.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope this is the last straw, because I really feel I am going to faint any moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-115392746761370764?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/115392746761370764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=115392746761370764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115392746761370764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115392746761370764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/07/unlucky_26.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-115194401057720391</id><published>2006-07-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:30:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainy day-Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I calmly feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I don't want to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even if I don't try to remember it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a cold day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I kept on waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the hard rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was afraid of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could even think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That even if it was the last day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People who were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happily smiling together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passed just close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I was smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More gently than anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Standing alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Without an umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I shaded my eyes with my freezing hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And saw you appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It wasn't because of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I was about to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A flash of light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shone on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As if to celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The way we were going on&lt;/span&gt;&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/22670191-115194401057720391?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/115194401057720391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=115194401057720391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115194401057720391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115194401057720391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/07/lyric.html' title='Lyric'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-115116531389681155</id><published>2006-06-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T09:26:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/1600/ic_witch_w150r.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/320/ic_witch_w150r.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes things are not what it appeared to be..but when people misunderstood your meaning, it gets rather tiring to explain..so sometimes I will just leave misunderstanding as it is. If someone understand you, they will, if not, no point pressing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some people are only meant to be hi bye fren, some are just passer by, some thought they understand you but in actual fact, still a far fetch and some just never take you seriously .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So why fred too much on making people understand? I thank God for my understanding frenz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Watched Scary Movie 4 today, some parts are really funny. I find the ending part rather redundant though...&lt;/span&gt;&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/22670191-115116531389681155?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/115116531389681155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=115116531389681155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115116531389681155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115116531389681155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/06/understand.html' title='Understand?'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-115090220840459209</id><published>2006-06-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:03:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/1600/haiku.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/320/haiku.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-115090220840459209?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/115090220840459209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=115090220840459209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115090220840459209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/115090220840459209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/06/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-114735986543127273</id><published>2006-05-11T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:12:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today cab uncle took the longest way on my return. Normally I would curse inside me because of the excessive cab fare that i need to pay....but not today. This journey of peace is a blessing in disguise.. when you want do nothing, say nothing but just to to let your mind run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When many things happen and to solving them are beyond you, what you can do is to face it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is the past, today is the present, tomorrow is the gift. Well, then may all problems be yesterday, today be filled with courages to face what will be slap against u and tomorrow will then be a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/22670191-114735986543127273?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/114735986543127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=114735986543127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/114735986543127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/114735986543127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/05/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-114638360209898894</id><published>2006-04-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:04:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/1600/1_4_57[1].2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1421/2310/200/1_4_57%5B1%5D.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of us were in the public..no...many more people were around. Both of you were infront of me.. Both of you were so close, so intimate. I remind myself to understand that love is unpredictable. However, please spare me this torture of watching you two..as...even for other couple, they should know better to behave like that in somewhere seclude, so there should be no exception for gay, uncle or not.&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/22670191-114638360209898894?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/114638360209898894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=114638360209898894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/114638360209898894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/114638360209898894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/04/witness.html' title='Witness'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22670191.post-114395871404675947</id><published>2006-04-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:10:57.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess I am pretty late to start my blog. It was meant to be earlier though, but I just don't like the boring default template. Luckily and thanx to Erene for lending me a helping hand on this=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at work has been pretty overloaded and people nowadays are getting more and more unreasonable. Can't stand most is guy being unreasonable, are they not supposed to be gentleman and more magnamimous? One case, this person just because of his own misunderstanding of a certain matter and expect it to be rectify which is impossible. And he could go on and on how logical he was. What the @$%#X! But when u are in customer service line, just can't tell this person to shut up and that the misunderstanding was his own fault, nothing to do with anyone, blame himself for that moment of folly. I mean any adult will know that they should be responsibilities for their own fault and not expect people to rectify it especially after what done cannot be undone! Yet, lo and behold! This person is actually such a disturbing creature!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this case will come to an end soon, hiaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22670191-114395871404675947?l=w-hour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/feeds/114395871404675947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22670191&amp;postID=114395871404675947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/114395871404675947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22670191/posts/default/114395871404675947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-hour.blogspot.com/2006/04/creature.html' title='Creature'/><author><name>mhui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16270369959737434873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
