<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651</id><updated>2009-11-09T23:33:37.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casparagus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-2154918153053022154</id><published>2009-06-01T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:37:04.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPersonic test... results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another friend of mine blogged this quiz and recommended it... i tried it... below are the results... quite interesting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Laid-back Doers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; are friendly, happy persons. They enjoy being together with other people. Smart, eloquent, witty and charming, they like to be the centre of attraction. They do not like to be alone. Their zest for life ensures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that others feel well in their company and that they quickly get to know people. Laid-back Doers get the best out of every moment - many people of this type have a gift for making their whole life one big party. Boredom is unknown in their presence because they are very good at carrying others away with their enthusiasm, their good mood and their optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6493423884907098651-2154918153053022154?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/2154918153053022154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=2154918153053022154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/2154918153053022154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/2154918153053022154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2009/06/ipersonic-test-results.html' title='IPersonic test... results'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-3863947690761500021</id><published>2009-05-29T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:12:39.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy and girl.</title><content type='html'>...They met online... Had a little chat... Okay so maybe the chat lasted for a bit over an hour... They seemed to like each other... The girl kept saying how ugly she was... The guy insisted on meeting and stated that no matter what they would still be friends... Their thoughts seemed to intersect on a very different level... None of them had done this before. They had had chats with strangers online before, met up with them later, some of them evolved into flings, however, none of them had done this before...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally they met up, the girl was able to sneak out... she's going for a jog she claimed... at 6am. Hastily she made it to the guy's condo. The guy waited downstairs, anxiously wondering how ugly she could be. She seemed to repeatedly state that she was not a glamour girl, not the pretty type. A bit hesitant the guy waited downstairs by the elevator, wondering what was taking her so long to reach. She gave him a missed call, he tried calling back, but luck didn't favour him - he had no credit to SMS, let alone call back. So he waited, and waited and waited. Time passed, then he got a call again. Immediately he answered and asked the question "hi, where are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm here!" she claimed. A bit nervous, he replied, "here, where? I don't see you!...." after a second or two of silence "oh wait, i think i see you... you're standing next to the white car" he claimed. Surprised as to how he could see her and she couldn't find him, she said, "yes, where are you... oh wait i see you too!" They hung up... They entered the elevator silently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493423884907098651-3863947690761500021?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/3863947690761500021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=3863947690761500021' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/3863947690761500021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/3863947690761500021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-and-girl.html' title='A boy and girl.'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-7814976262201111881</id><published>2009-05-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:39:22.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...time goes by, and you think to yourself... was it really worth it? Was what i did right? Can it be justified? Or, am i just another stroke on the painting, trying to stand out yet not making much of an impact on the canvas. At times, you are indeed just a stroke of the paintbrush on the canvas; you might not be the one standing out of the crowd, and chances of you being a significant part of the painting can also be quite low. What you have to do is re-paint, a couple of touch-ups here and there didn't seem to affect anyone in a bad way. There is always room for improvement... stay beautiful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6493423884907098651-7814976262201111881?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/7814976262201111881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=7814976262201111881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/7814976262201111881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/7814976262201111881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-while.html' title='been a while...'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-4328004696677216462</id><published>2008-08-04T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:09:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between 2 and 22</title><content type='html'>A few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scholars&lt;/span&gt; once sat together and debated a number of topics, one of them was the general perception that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;age denotes how much wise a person is or can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as this might have held some importance a century ago, in today's generation, the younger you are, the more you know! We think that the young kids don't know anything, when it is actually the older ones that are cleverly deceived by those cute innocent eyes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conniving&lt;/span&gt; smiles. Take a 16 year old... how smart do you think they really are, rather how smart would you believe them to be... at such a crazy age with raging hormones, what brain cell would one expect to function at all? You think you are clever, up till the point where you go "get some" and later find out someone is pregnant! That makes you wonder where did all the wisdom manage to go?&lt;br /&gt;The 2 year olds seem to be wiser, where you would see them react in a horrible manner to witnessing a couple kiss! Most of them would stay sensible till they hit puberty,  then only a higher being would know what lies ahead of them! Only one thing can be promised though, it will lack an amount of wisdom, each depending on the number of years the person has grown! By age 22, two decades of wisdom would be replaced by interesting, some life changing and potentially catastrophic experiences twenty-fold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493423884907098651-4328004696677216462?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/4328004696677216462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=4328004696677216462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/4328004696677216462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/4328004696677216462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2008/08/between-2-and-22.html' title='Between 2 and 22'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-1824797877632579127</id><published>2008-07-18T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:45:15.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Recipe</title><content type='html'>The best moments in life can be testing, very testing... on your wallet that is! :-P&lt;br /&gt;But what makes it worth every penny is the company you are with. Like the time we went to Chilli's, or Tony Roma's, or even last night to this desert shop known as Secret Recipe. We laugh, joke around, eat more, laugh, joke around, eat some more, till we are so full that we can not really get up and leave immediately until we manage to suck our stomachs in for the sake of risking embarrassment. Yes, i admit, i do it too! But can you blame me? How would you react if you were to see someone leave a restaurant looking like they ate a whole cow! Immediately you find yourself trapped with words like pig, hog, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;!" and the occasional "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;!" surrounding you in your mind. But in truth, we do not suck our stomachs because of strangers, but to save ourselves from our loved ones or friends, as they are the ones who's opinions always seem to matter the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever we go out, for some reason we always end up being the loudest bunch of people present. i know I'm being held responsible while u read this, but believe me that's not always the case! Just cause someone is not quite loud or outspoken at times does not mean that they are not the ones telling the funniest jokes or the one with all the funniest antics. But hey as long as we all had fun, a hearty laugh and a full stomach, who really gives a crap right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst bit though, is when u get those occasional waiters who, after having served your 6 pieces of cake, come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; you and ask you if you were going to order more, with an attitude that states either order more or leave. Of course you do not tell them, "you nit-wit, we just ate 6 pieces of cake, are too full and taking a break!" Okay maybe you would, but with me, i try to be nice and say "not yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, we'll let you know when we are ready to order anything else." only to be confronted with a look and tone that really ticks you off for having been nice in the first place! But oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life, deal with it and move on! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493423884907098651-1824797877632579127?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/1824797877632579127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=1824797877632579127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/1824797877632579127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/1824797877632579127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-recipe.html' title='Secret Recipe'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-4683754341049106060</id><published>2008-07-18T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:50:21.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni life...</title><content type='html'>University life is supposed to mean a lot of hard-work and supposedly a lot more "play-time". Well being in KL the play time aspect seems to be quite true, though diminishing as we progress in our degree... *sigh*. But by far the worst aspect of going to classes is not really waking up at 7am at times, in fact it is when u have those few lecturers who are not interested in helping you out. Could it be that they do not know what they are talking about? Or that they know it all but are just not bothered? Either way it is the students who really take a hit! Aren't lecturers meant to at least guide students to ensure that they are on the right path? Just by expecting us to look through books or research into new fields on our own does not ensure that we are looking at the suitable documents. Seriously when did university life come to this? Yes fine we are all told it is a lot of self study, but self-study without guidance... exactly WHAT are we, rather our parents (in most cases), throwing so much money for in the uni's bank accounts?&lt;br /&gt;Yes you could argue that it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; the students to approach the lecturers and find out whether they were on the right track; BEEN THERE, DONE THAT... the response we get is a blank stare and "oh keep on researching, you will know for sure!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493423884907098651-4683754341049106060?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/4683754341049106060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=4683754341049106060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/4683754341049106060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/4683754341049106060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2008/07/uni-life.html' title='Uni life...'/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493423884907098651.post-3771702530899491981</id><published>2008-07-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:20:48.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People come and go in life, then occasionally u have those who stick by you... from staying in touch on a daily basis to once a month maybe, but everytime u meet or talk, u feel like nothing ever really changed. Then u have those who say hi, disappear, show up again and abuse u for not having stayed in touch! You send a couple of messages, don't get a reply and are held responsible for NOT having continued to stay in touch! But i guess it makes sense somehow; we've all been there at some point in time! =P if u say haven't... seriously, who do u think ure kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493423884907098651-3771702530899491981?l=casparagus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/feeds/3771702530899491981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493423884907098651&amp;postID=3771702530899491981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/3771702530899491981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493423884907098651/posts/default/3771702530899491981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casparagus.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-come-and-go-in-life-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhurgri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300976380230363391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09531003767244370916'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>